OLD DORSET SONGS. 39 



" Lor, Gyles," said she, " why who'd a-thought 

 Of seeing thee : Why, what has brought 

 Thee here to-day ? " Said I " Of course 

 I was brought hither by my horse. 

 O, Sary Sikes, 'tis you I likes ; 

 Yes, Sary, you're my only joy." 

 She looked so coy and said " O, fie. 

 What is it you want, you foolish boy ? " 

 Chorus. 



" Why, Sary, I wants to fix in life, 

 And you I wish to be my wife." 

 " Lor, Gyles, you don't mean that, I know." 

 " Yes, Sary, 'pon my soul I do." 



Then kiss, consent, without any fuss, 

 Without any fuss, with her apron thus, 

 She wiped her mouth and gave me a buss. 

 (There is a line missing here.} 

 Chorus. 



Then off we went a-squeezin' hands 

 To tell the parson about the banns. 

 W T hen we came back we did find means 

 To make our dinner off bacon and greens. 

 We're married now, and I somehow 

 Am only happy with my wife ; 

 I love her and press her, and cry " God bless her." 

 I was never so happy all the days of my life. 

 Chorus. 



ROBEN'S COORTEN. 



As I be thee mother, and thou bee'st me zon, , 



Coom, listen to pearant's advice 



Put on thee best clothes and thee fine yaller hose, 



And goo out and zeek thee a wife, thee must. 



Aye, thee must, that thee must ; 



Thee must q-oo out and zeek thee a wife, thee must. 



