This is my story
Sir, if you wish to bed me, first you must wed me
I'm a rare and precious thing
I will always wear your golden ring
For you alone, my love, I'll sing
Sir, you young buck, don't push your luck!
I'm a girl who's chaste
My love I will not waste
My pretty face I will not paste
Sir, if you want my heart, here's where to start
Show me respect
My love do not neglect
Cherish me and protect
This is my song
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