Shall I? shall I? No, No.  

A wanton Lad and comely Lass  
did once together meet;  
Tho she seemed coy her heart he won  
with Compliments most sweet.   
Tune of, The doubting Virgin.  
 

PRetty Betty now come to me,  
thou hast set my Heart on fire,  
Thy denial will undo me,  
grant me then what I desire:  
Prithae try me, don't deny me  
lest it prove my overthrow,  
Never dally, shall I? shall I?  
still she answered, no, no, no.   

In the Fields they went a walking,  
he this Maid did sweetly court,  
But the subject of his talking  
tended still to Venus' sport:  
He persuaded, she delayed it,  
and would not be deluded so;  
Come let's dally, shall I? shall I?  
but she answered No no no.   

He bestowed on her sweet kisses,  
hoping thereby to obtain  
And to taste true Lovers blisses,  
Which he long time sought in vain  
With sighs, & sobs, & deadly throbs,  
he strove the Damsels mind to know  
Come let's dally, shall I? shall I?  
still she answered No no no.   

To the Tavern than he took her,  
feasting her with costly Wine;  
In the Face did often look her,  
swearing that she was divine:  
She told the Youth it was untruth,  
I would not have you flatter so:  
Come let's dally, shall I? shall I?  
but she answered No no no.   
 

With fair Words he did entreat her  
to him for to condescend;  
As his passion waxed greater  
he her Beauty did commend:  
She denied it and defied it,  
vowing it should ne'er be so:  
Come let's dally, shall I? shall I?  
but she answered No no no.   

Thus he spent his time in Wooing  
but found no encouragement,  
His fingers itched for to be doing,  
and she perceived his intent;  
She still at trial gave denial,  
but Maidens often times do so:  
Come let's dally, shall I? shall I?  
but she answered No no no.   

He continued still to woo her,  
but she made him this Reply:  
That his aim was to undo her,  
and would know his reason why.  
He protested that she jested,  
his design was nothing so;  
Come le's dally, shall I? shall I?  
but she answered No no no.   

But on hopes the Youngster builded,  
hoping she at last would yield;  
And at length the Damsel yielded,  
with his Charms he won the field:  
In the shade down her he laid,  
he himself lay smiling by;  
Come let's dally, shall I? shall I?  
then she answered Ay, ay, ay.   

Then they fell to sweet embraces,  
Lovers you know what I mean,  
So close did join their blushing faces  
you could not put a straw between,  
In amorous chains there he remains  
till he for breath did panting lie;  
Come let's dally, shall I? shall I?  
then she answered Ay ay ay.   

She who stoutly first denied him,  
by his Compliments was won;  
And she vowed when she had tried him  
that the job was neatly done.  
Maids beware, and have a care  
of flattering youths, who oft do try,  
And will dally Shall I? shall I?  
till you cry out Ay ay ay.    

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Harp & ball in Pie Corner.