NURSERY RHYMES.

 

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Suitors.

Mother.

Suttors.

Be she young, or be she old,

For her beauty she must be sold.

So fare you well, my lady gay,

We'll call again another day.

Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
And rub thy spurs till they be bright.

Of my spurs take thou no thought,

For in this town they were not bought;
So fare you well, my lady gay,

Well call again another day.

 

 

Suttor.

Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
And take the fairest in your sight.

The fairest maid that I can see

Is pretty Nancy,—come to me.*

* Here the suitor tries to pull Nancy over to his side.