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best ballads ; for she and I both loyeall anglers, they be jsuch 

 honest, civil, qutet men L_m the meantime will you drink a 

 draught of red cow's milk ? you shall have it freely. 



""PISC No, I thank you; but, I pray, do us a courtesy that 

 shall stand you and your daughter in nothing, and yet we will 

 think ourselves still something in your debt ; it is but to sing us 

 a song that was sung by your daughter when I last passed over 

 this meadow about eight or nine clays since. 



MiLK-W. \Vhat ^on^LJgas it. I pray? WsisitCoweSbefi- 

 lierds, deck your heads? or, As at noon Dulcina rested? or, 

 Thiii da flouts me? or, Chevy Chace? or, Johnny Armstrong? 

 (Yt^Troy Town? 



P ISC. No, it is none of those ; it is a song that your daughter 

 sung the first part, and you sung the answer to it. 



MiLK-W. O, I know it now. I learned the first part in mv 

 golden age,jvhen I wa.s about the age of my poor daughter: 

 and thelatter part, which indeed fits me best now, but two or 

 three years ago, when the cares of the world began to take hold 

 of me: but you shall, God willing, hear them both, and sung as 

 well as we can, for we both love anglers. Come, Maudlin, 

 sing the^hrst: part to the gentleman with a merry heart, and I'll 

 hen you nave gone! 



THE MILKMAID'S SONG. 



Come live with me, and be my love, 

 And we will all the pleasures prove 

 That valleys, groves, or hills, or field, 

 Or woods and steepy mountains yield; 



Where we will sit upon the rocks, 

 And see the shepherds feed our flocks 

 By shallows rivers, to whose falls 

 Melodious birds sing madrigals. 



And 1 will make thee beds of roses, 

 And then a thousand fragrant posies, 

 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle 

 Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle; 



