This is from a New York child; our next version is from Connecticut: [Illustration] "Oh, miss, I'll give you a paper of pins, If you will tell me how love begins: If you will marry, marry, marry, If you will marry me." "I'll not accept your paper of pins, And I won't tell you how love begins; For I won't marry, marry, marry, For I won't marry you." "O miss, I'll give you a coach and six, Every horse as black as pitch. "O miss, I'll give you a red silk gown, With gold and laces hanging round. "O miss, I'll give you a little gold bell, To ring for the waiter[42] when you are not well. "O miss, I'll give you the key to my heart, That we may lock and never part. "O miss, I'll give you the key to my chest, That you may have money at your request." "I will accept the key of your chest, That I may have money at my request." "Ah, I see, money is all, Woman's love is none at all; And I won't marry, marry, marry, And I won't marry you." Finally, we have a variation with a more tender conclusion: "Will you have a paper of pins? For that's the way my love begins-- And will you marry me, me, me, And will you marry me?" "No, I'll not have a paper of pins, If that's the way your love begins." "Will you have a little lap-dog, Who may follow you abroad? "Will you have a coach and four, Footman behind and footman before? "Will you have a dress of red, All trimmed round with golden thread? "Will you have a satin gown, All set off with a golden crown? "Will you have the key to my chest, To draw out gold at your request? "Will you have the key to my heart, That we may love and never part?" "Yes, I will have the key to your heart, That we may love and never part, And I will marry you, you, you, And I will marry you." The same idea is contained in a song originally Scotch, but which comes to us (through an Irish medium) from Pennsylvania: "Will you come to the Highland braes, _Bonny lassie, Highland lassie_? Will you come to the Highland braes, _My bonny Highland lassie_?" The reply is, "Na, na, it will not dee, bonnie laddie," etc.: when the wooer gradually increases his offers: "I will give you a golden comb, If you will be mine and never roam;" and finally inquires, "Will you go to the kirk with me, There to be my wedded wife?" which is eagerly accepted: "_And them's the words away to town_, And I will get my wedding-gown." No. 6. _There She Stands, a Lovely Creature._