THE
Bonny SCOT:
OR,
The Yielding LASS.
To an Excellent New Tune.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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A S I sate at my Spinning-Wheel,
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a Bonny Lad there passed by,
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I keen'd him round, and I lik'd him weel,
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geud faith he had a Bonny Eye:
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My Heart new panting gan to feel,
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But still I turn'd my Spinning-Wheel.
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Most gracefully he did appear,
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As he my presence did draw near,
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And round about my slender Waste,
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He clasp'd his Arms and me embrac'd;
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To Kiss my Hand he down did kneel,
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As I sate at my Spinning-Wheel.
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My Milk-white Hand he did extal,
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And prais'd my Fingers long and small,
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And said there was no Lady fair,
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That ever could with me compare:
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Those pleasing words my Heart did steal,
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But still I turn'd my Spinning-Wheel.
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Altho' I seemingly did chide,
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Yet he would never de deny'd,
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But did declare his love the more,
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Until my Heart was wounded sore;
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That I my love could scarce conceal,
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But yet I turn'd my Spinning-Wheel.
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As for my Yarn, my Rock and Reel,
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And after that my Spinning-Wheel,
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He bid me leave them all with speed,
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And gang with him to yonders Mead;
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My panting Heart strange flames did feel,
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Yet still I turn'd my Spinning-Wheel.
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He stopt and gaz'd and blithly said,
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Now speed thee weel my bonny Maid
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But if thou[']st to the Hay-Cock go,
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I'le learn thee better Work I trow;
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Geud Faith I lik'd him passing weel,
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But still I turn'd my Spinning-Wheel.
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He lowly vail'd his Bonnet oft,
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And sweetly Kist my Lips so soft,
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Yet still between each honey Kiss,
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He urg'd me gang to farther Bliss;
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'Till I resistless fire did feel,
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Then let alone my Spinning-Wheel.
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Among the pleasant Cocks of Hay,
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Then with my Bonny Lad I lay,
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What Damsel ever could deny,
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A Youth with such a Charming Eye:
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The Pleasure I cannot reveal,
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It far surpast the Spinning-Wheel.
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