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Mother. Well, I have done my song. But, 

 stay, honest anglers, for I will make Maudlin to 

 sing you one short song more. Maudlin, sing that 

 song that you sung last night, when young Coridon 

 the shepherd played so purely on his oaten pipe 

 to you and your cousin Retty. 



Maud. I will, mother. 



" I married a wife of late, 

 The more 's my unhappy fate : 

 I married her for love, 

 As my fancy did me move, 

 And not for a worldly estate. 



" But, oh ! the green sickness 

 Soon changed her likeness; 

 And all her beauty did fail. 

 But 't is not so 

 With those that go 

 Through frost and snow, 

 As all men know, 

 And carry the milking-pail." 



Pise. Well sung ! Good woman, I thank you. 

 I '11 give you another dish of fish one of these 

 days, and then beg another song of you. Come, 

 scholar, let Maudlin alone ; do not you offer to 

 spoil her voice. Look ! yonder comes mine hostess 

 to call us to supper. How now ! is my brother 

 Peter come ? 



Hostess. Yes, and a friend with him. They 

 are both glad to hear that you are in these parts, 

 and long to see you, and long to be at supper, for 

 they be very hungry. 



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