WELLCOME, wellcome, happy day, Wherein love-sick maidens may Unrestrained tell their swains All their fondness, all their pains. Honest truth we may declare Only once within a year — Cruel custom ties us down To this day & this alone. Dearest Willy, now believe me Tho my frowns might long deceive you When your ardent suit you press'd All was tumult in my breast. Trembling on my faultring tongue Soft confessions often hung. Charming fellow, when you sigh'd All the pride within me dy'd And it was with much ado I could stammer No, no, no. Now, dear shepherd, all is over I will meet thee as a lover! Pleased, I will freely bless And right willing cry Yes, Yes!
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