Cumberland Nelly.
Or, The North Countrey Lovers.
A youngman of very brisk behaviour,
Most cunningly got into Nellys favour,
And being he so well did please her mind,
She was to him in all things wondrous kind,
For at the length they made a match in sporting
To gang to bed, and use no further courting.
Tune of, The Lass that comes to bed to me. With Allowance.
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THere was a Lass in Cumberland,
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a bonny Lass of high degree:
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There was a Lass her name was Nell,
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the blithest Lass that e're you see:
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Oh! to bed to me, to bed to me,
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the Lass that comes to bed to me;
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How blith and bonny may she be,
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the Lass that comes to bed to me.
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Her Father lov'd her passing well,
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her brother likewise loved Nell:
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But all their loves came short of mine,
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as far as Tweed is from the Tine.
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Oh! to bed to me, to bed to me,
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the Lass that comes to bed, etc.
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She had five Dollars in a chest,
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and four of them she gave to me,
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She cut her Mothers Winding-sheet,
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and all to make a Sark for me.
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Oh! to bed to me, to bed to me,
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the Lass that comes to bed, etc.
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She pull'd out of her Cabinet,
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a gay Gold Ring with Christials three;
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She told me she was in my debt,
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and gave them kindly unto me.
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Oh! to bed to me, to bed to me,
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the Lass that comes to bed to me:
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How blith and bonny may she be,
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the Lass that comes to to bed me.
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SHe left her father fast asleep,
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to come a while and sport with me,
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And may a time a watch would keep,
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least any one our loves should see:
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Oh! to bed to me, to bed to me,
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the Lass that comes to bed to me;
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How blith and bonny may she be,
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the Lass that comes to bed to me.
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Oh! how it did delight my soul,
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to see her trip it o're the plain
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My passion was without controul,
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till she was in my Arms again:
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Oh! to bed to me, to bed to me, etc.
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When I embrac'd her in my joy
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and said my Nelly now be kind,
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Although she seem'd a little coy
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yet for to yeild she was inclin'd:
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Oh! to bed to me, to bed to me, etc.
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She had a pretty slender hand,
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as soft as any Silk could be,
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There's ne're a Lass in Cumberland
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that is so blith and brisk as she:
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Oh! to bed to me, etc,
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Had I the richest Indian pearl,
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that e're came from beyond the Sea,
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I would bestow't on such a Girl,
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that is so loving and so free:
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Oh! to bed to me, etc.
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At length I thought her mind to prove,
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least she should take my meaning wrong,
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I said we vext the god of Love,
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in staying from his Rites so long:
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Oh! to bed to me, etc.
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Then down upon the Couch we sat,
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where I upon her lips did stray,
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At length my passion was so great,
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that from delight I could not stay:
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Oh! to bed to me, etc.
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She made the bed both broad and wide,
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and with her hand she smooth'd it down,
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She kist me thrice and smiling said,
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my love I fear thou'lt sleep too soon:
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Oh! to bed to me, etc.
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Just then I leap't into my Bed,
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and she was not long after me,
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I ventur'd for her Maiden head,
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because she came to bed to me:
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Oh! to bed to me, etc:
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The pleasure that we there did prove,
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you may imagine with the rest,
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But since it was done all in love,
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wee'l let it pass for a true jest:
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Oh! to bed to me, to Bed to me,
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the Lass that came to bed to me;
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Kind and loving sure was she,
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the Lass that came to bed to me.
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