1. Cry ‘holla’ to thy tongue, I prithee; it Curvets unseasonably.

2. Begone, dull care! I prithee Begone from me! Begone, dull care! you and I shall never agree

3. JENNY, my Blithest Maid, Prithee listen to my true Love now; I am a canny Lad, Gang along with me to yonder Brow; Aw the Boughs shall shade us round, 5: While the Nightingale and Linnet teach us, How the Lad the Lass may woo, Come, and I’ll shew my Jenny how to do