The WIDOWER's COURTSHIP. Elizabeth Hands (née Herbert) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T141063 Hands, Elizabeth, 1746-1815. The death of Amnon. A poem. With an appendix: containing pastorals, and other poetical pieces. By Elizabeth Hands. [Coventry] Printed for the author, by N. Rollason, Coventry, M,DCCLXXXIX. 1789 pp. 104-105. [40],127,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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The WIDOWER's COURTSHIP . Roger a doleful widower , Full eighteen weeks had been , When he , to meet the milk-maid Nell , Came smiling o'er the green . Blithe as a lad of seventeen , He thus accosted Nell ; Give me your pail , I'll carry it For you , if you think well . Says Nell , indeed my milking-pail You shall not touch , I vow ; I've carried it myself before , And I can carry it now . So side by side they walk'd a-while , Then he at last did say ; My inclination is to come And see you , if I may . Nell understood his meaning well , And briskly answer'd she ; You may see me at any time , If you look where I be . Says he , but hear me yet a-while , I've something more to tell ; I gladly wou'd a sweetheart be Unto you , Mistress Nell . A sweetheart I don't want , says Nell , Kind Sir , and if you do , Another you may seek , for I Am not the lass for you . When she had made him this reply , He'd nothing more to say But — Nelly , a good night to you , And homeward went his way .