PEGGYS Kind Answer; OR,Languishing Jemmy Crown'd with Comfort.
Tune of, Bonny Lad, prithee lay thy Pipe down. Licensed according to Order.
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PRithee Bonny Lad let thy Pipe play,
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'Tis pleasant to hear the delightful sound,
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Ise am not the L ass that will say thee nay,
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the Valleys and Hills shall both resound
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With the Musick which thou shalt make,
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And Peggy thy dearest will still be kind,
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No other Lad in the world I'll take,
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since Jemmy he Runs in my mind.
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2.
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When ever you visit a Park or Play,
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where Gallants with Beautiful Saints appear,
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Thou shalt have thy Peggy as well as they,
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who ever will honour and love her Dear,
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Both Hand and Heart I freely give,
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as being, my Dear, to love inclin'd,
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While I have an hour or Day to live,
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sweet Jemmy shall Run in my mind .
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3.
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Young Sawny and Willy , Ise ever slight,
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their proffered kindness I still disdain,
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But thou in my bosom shall melt all night,
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who art my dear Loving and Loyal swain,
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So sweet a Lad was never known,
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to Peggy thy L ove thou wast ever kind,
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So that when I languishing lye alone,
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sweet Jemmy still Runs in my mind .
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4.
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Though I have been banish'd from the a while,
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which did my dear Jemmy with grief annoy,
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Yet fortune was pleased to send a smile,
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and I am returned again with joy,
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No High-Land Lad of Mucckle Fame,
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shall ever find Peggy to them so kind,
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As thee shalt my loving dear Jemmy by name,
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who constantly Runs in my mind .
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5.
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My D addy and Mammy would have me wed
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a bonny blithe Lad of the High-land Race,
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Who wears his broad Sweard, and his gay new plad
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he proffer d to give me a kind imbrace,
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Ise bid him forbear, he's not make bold,
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some other Lass let him now gang to find,
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For Ise never Marry for Mucckle Gold,
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since Jemmy he Runs in my mind .
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How sweet was the pleasant delightful strain,
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which in the low Valleys thy Pipe did make,
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It tickl'd my Fancy in e'ry Vein,
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and think you I would my blithe L ad forsake,
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No, no, my former Vows Ise keep,
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to innocent L ove I am still inclin d,
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When e're Ise lye on my Pillow to sleep,
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Dear Jemmy he Runs in my mind .
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7.
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The Mountains and Rocks shall as soon remove,
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as I prove disloyal, L ove, here's my hand,
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Nay, like the kind innocent Turtle Dove,
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Ise ever will be at my D ears Command,
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And long to see the happy day,
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when we shall together in L ove be Joyn'd,
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Ise never can gang to the Kirk to Pray,
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But Jemmy thou Run'st in my mind.
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FINIS.
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