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Down by some crystal spring while the nightingales sing,
More pleasant it was in season which the groves ring.
Down by some riverside a young farmer I spied
Entreating of his true love to be his bride.
Dear Phyllis, says he, can you fancy me?
All in your soft bowers a crown it shall be;
And whenever you dine then you shall drink wine
And so pleasant in the season then you shall be mine.
You shall take no pain, I will you maintain;
My ship she is unloaded just come in from Spain.
Like a lady so rare I'll maintain you so fair;
There's no lady in the navy with you shall compare.
There's young men I know which great kindness show,
They'll offer and scoff her more than they can do,
And whenever they can find a young girl prove kind,
They're laughing and scoffing, they'll change like the wind.
But if ever I prove false to my turtle dove,
May the ocean make motion and the elements move:
And wherever I be I'll be constant to thee;
Like a rover I will wander and swim through the sea.
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