To couple is a custom

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.