A pleasant new Northerne Song.
called the two York-shire Lovers,
To a pleasant new Court tune, Or, the tune of Willy.
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WHen Willy once he stayed,
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To fetch home a lamb that straied,
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under a hill side,
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a bonny Lasse he spide,
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Of whom he was well apaied.
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Her cheekes like Cherries growing.
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Her lips like Rose-buds blowing,
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her eyes blacke and cleare,
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as the Sloe upon the breere,
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Or the worme in the hedge lies glowing
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Her waste so small and slender,
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Her skin so soft and tender,
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he sighd and he said,
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that she was a faire Maid,
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And his love to her hed render.
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The wind did seeme to play,
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With her tresses as she lay,
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betwixt hope and feare,
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He was in despaire,
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To give her the time of the day.
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Yet resolvd to court this Minion,
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There stept in a new opinion:
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this timorous Clowne,
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thought Phaebe had come downe,
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To speake with her loved Endimion.
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His errand quite forgotten,
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He leand to a tree was rotten,
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he swore by the Masse,
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there was never such a Lasse,
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His heart with a shaft was shotten.
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Then boldly he stept unto her,
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His eyes shot affection through her,
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he cast away fea[r]es,
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and pricking up his eares,
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Thus Willy began to wooe her.
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Good day (quoth he) my honny,
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Thou dearer to me than money,
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Ile lose my little Lambe,
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And gladly give the Damme,
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To lig with a Lasse so bonny.
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Now list to what Ile tell thee,
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Theres none in shape doth excell thee,
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so thou wilt wed me,
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none happier than thee;
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Nor better day ere befell me.
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Of Nuts Ile give thee plenty,
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And red side Apples twenty,
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my butter Ile leese,
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to make thee summer Cheese,
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And Creame to make Egge pies dainty.
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My Lambs new gowns shal beare thee,
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No daglockes shall ere come neere thee,
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the Poultry of the Towne
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shall cackle without Downe,
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Ere Ile want a soft bed to cheere thee.
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My Bagpipes mirth shall make thee,
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Each morne with a Song Ile wake thee
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at night Ile not faile,
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to tell a merry tale,
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And make thy sad thoughts forsake thee.
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The second part. To the same tune.
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WHite Lillies shall pave the Closes,
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Each brier shall blush with Roses,
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the grasse greene and sweet,
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shall kisse thy tender feet.
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And the Medows shall yeeld thee posies.
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With shady bowers set ore thee,
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With thousand contents Ile store thee,
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while by some cleere brooke,
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with my little Dog and hooke,
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Ile bring my fine Ewes before thee.
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While thus he was close set at her,
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(Quoth she) I suspect the matter,
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for an houres sport,
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like the false alluring Court,
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The Country has learned to flatter.
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Therefore leave off thy wooing,
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I love not such short doing,
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and come unto the matter,
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I love not for to flatter,
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True affection hates long suing.
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But if your love will prove steddy,
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Till Hymen had made him ready,
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then surfet all night,
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in a captive Maids delight,
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Which yet but ayre hath fed ye.
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Quoth he I love none above thee,
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For chastity I prove thee,
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as constant Ile prove,
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as the Mate unto the Dove,
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Nay, thogh thou wert dead, Ile love thee
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And all contents Ile give thee,
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So that thou wilt live with me:
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my life and all Ile loose,
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ere I my Love abuse,
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And all my rich kith unto me.
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As Willy thus was talking,
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The Shepherds eyes were walking,
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each legge and each limbe,
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so tricked so trim,
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She thought it no time of balking.
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Her heart with love was taken,
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God Cupid did her awaken,
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and cast a cheerefull eye,
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upon him by and by,
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To shew he was not forsaken.
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His lips to hers he laid,
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She never a word gaine-said:
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thus joyning their hands,
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they tyed the Nuptiall bands,
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Which never till death decaid.
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Such happy joy God send me,
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When I to wed intend me,
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and to each faithfull Lover:
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where they be one or other,
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I heartily commend thee.
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