How to Ask and Have

“oh, ’t is time I should talk to your mother, Sweet Mary,” says I. “Oh, don’t talk to my mother,” says Mary, Beginning to cry: “For my mother says men are deceivers, And never, I know, will consent; She says girls in a hurry who marry At leisure repent.” “Then suppose I would talk to your father, Sweet Mary,” says I. “Oh, don’t talk to my father,” says Mary, Beginning to cry: “For my father, he loves me so dearly, He ’ll never consent I should go— If you talk to my father,” says Mary, “He ’ll surely say ‘No.’” “Then how shall I get you, my jewel? Sweet Mary,” says I. “If your father and mother ’s so cruel, Most surely I ’ll die!” “Oh, never say die, dear,” says Mary: “A way now to save you I see: Since my parents are both so contrary— You ’d better ask me.”

Collection: 
English
Samuel Lover
Sub Title: 
IV. Wooing and Winning

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