A New SONG, Call'd,
The Musical Couple,
Or, the
Merry Northern Lass.
With
The pleasant Pastimes between a Country Lass,
and a brisk Country Batchellor.
To a New Playhouse Tune. With Allowance.
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THere was a Maid in the North-country,
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And she was as gallant as gallant might be,
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And as frollicksome too as ever you see
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With her Tol de ra lal etc.
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There was a young Man and he had a good will
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With this fair Maid for to try his skill,
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He pull'd out his Fiddle to play in the middle
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Of my Tol, etc.
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Young Man said she Ile tell you your fault,
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Your will is good but your skill is stark nought,
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You'r sometimes to high, & sometimes too low
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With your Tol, etc.
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Fair Maiden excuse a learner at this
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Tho instead of hitting I chanced to miss,
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When the Instrument's tun'd Ile find out the bliss
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Of a Tol, etc.
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She laid her Lute before me then,
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And bid me play with my own Pen,
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Amongst 500 strings and ten
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On her Tol, etc.
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I handled her Lute and I gave it a touch,
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The pleasantness of it to her proved such
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She said she cou'd nere have my Musick too much
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Tol, etc.
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The Instrument was so fair to the Eye
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I could not forbear the strings for to try
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When I saw them all fix'd in Ivory
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With Tol, etc.
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Quoth I fair Maid your Lute is well strung,
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Ile play one Lesson, and then I begun
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To strike up a Tune while she with me Sung
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Tol, etc.
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She took my Fiddle into her hand,
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And said sh'e have it at her command,
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For it made the best Musick in all the Land
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With Tol, etc.
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Kind Lass said I both Morning and Noon,
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You may have the Musick whenever you come,
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Provided my Fiddle be not out of Tune
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For Tol, etc.
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She beg'd one Jigg more before we did part,
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For the Musical Fiddle had wounded her heart
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And as she desir'd I eased her smart
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WitI Tol, etc.
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It was in a Meadow where nothing was ore us
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That we in Musick so joyn'd in a Chorus,
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There never was Couple play'd better before u[s]
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On Tol, etc.
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