To couple is a custom:
All things thereto agree
Why should not I then love
Since love to all is free?

But I'll have one that's pretty
Her cheeks of scarlet dye
For to breed my delight
When that I lig her by

Tho' virtue be a dowry
Yet I'll chuse money store:
If my love prove untrue
With that I can get more

The fair is oft unconstant
The black is often proud
I'll chuse a lovely brown:
Come fiddler scrape thy crowd

Come fiddler scrape thy crowd
For Peggy the brown is she;
She must be my bride;
God guide that Peggy and I agree