EBBA 30561
British Library - Roxburghe
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The crost Couple, OR
A good Misfortune.
Which in a pleasant Ditty discovers, The fortunate cross of a couple of Lovers.
To a New Northern Tune, much in fashion.
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ILle tell you a tale no stranger than true,
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o[f] a fa la la la la la
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The sport ont is old, but the Sonnet is new
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tis a fa la la etc
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The story sprung from under a Bush
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From a tongue & a tune as sweet as a thrush
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But I fear it will make a fair Lady to blush
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with a fa etc.
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Nay do not turn your faces away
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with a fa etc.
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Heres nothing that can your Vertue betray
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with a fa etc.
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Let not your fancies look a squint,
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The Author would never have put it in Print
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If there had been any uncivil word int
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but a fa etc.
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I tell you no tales of Battels & fights
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with a fa etc.
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Of wonders, of Monsters of Goblins or sprights,
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with a fa etc.
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Nor yet of a Thief that got a reprieve
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I do not intend your spirits to grieve
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My storys as o[l]d as Adam & Eve
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with a fa etc.
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I went to walk one Evening-tide
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with a fa etc.
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My fancy did lead my by a Woodside
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with a fa etc.
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Twas in the prime of all the spring
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Which giveth delight to every thing,
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I saw a Maid li[v]en to hear a man sing
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to her fa etc.
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The tempting dressings that she was in
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with a fa etc.
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Would almost seduce a new Saint to the sin
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with a fa etc.
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She was a fair & lovely maid
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About her wast his Arm he laid
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The beautifulst baggage is soonest betraid
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to a fa etc.
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I got me strait up into a tree
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with a fa etc.
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Where I might see all, and no man see me
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with a fa etc..
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The tree was thick and full of growth
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The top ont did hover so over them both
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That if I had fell, I had dropt in her mouth
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or her fa etc.
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There many amorous glances they cast,
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with a fa etc.
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But that was not all; the best is at last
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with a fa etc.
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Something it seems the youth would do
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Which she would not consent unto
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Have patience, & you shall know ere you go
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with a fa etc.
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When laid on her side, she turnd to the tree
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with her fa etc.
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I durst have sworn she had lookd upon me
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with her fa etc.
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He many points of division did run
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But she cry[]d out no, I shall be undone
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He tund up his pipes though, & thus he begun
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to her fa etc.
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Oh come my own dear lets dally a while
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with a fa etc.
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Thou hast quickend my spirits now with a smile
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and thy fa etc.
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The trembling of thy lips do show
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Thou hast no power to say me no
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Which makes me have a moneths mind unto
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thy fa etc.
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This hearty kisse is a sign thou wilt yield
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to thy fa etc.
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The white of thy eyes speak peace in the field
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with a fa etc.
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Then for a Vail to hide thy face
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Ile cloud thee with a sweet embrace
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Theres many would wish that they were in thy place
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with their fa etc.
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Oh do not sigh to hear me intice,
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with a fa etc.
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Thou ner hadst been got hath thy mother been nice
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with her fa etc.
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Then prethee put me out of my pain
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For I am now in a merry vain
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Lets play at that game, where the losers do gain
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with their fa etc.
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But oh my own dear why lyest thou so still
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with thy fa etc.
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Art thou in a swound or what is thy will
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with thy fa etc.
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I prethee joy take no such grief,
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Since I am so ne[a]r to thy relief
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Oh let me play the amorous Thief
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with thy fa etc.
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My dearest of all, why holdst thou so fast
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with a fa etc.
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Ile swear we will marry if thou wilt make hast
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with thy fa etc.
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Cupid doth give us leave to play
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Thy very blushes do betray
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That thou dost interpret what I have to say
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with a fa etc.
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Then on her brow her vail she spread
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with a fa etc.
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As if he had been going to cut off her head
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with his fa etc.
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He with his Lips her mouth did wipe,
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And gave her many an earnest gripe
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For just now my Lady was yielding ripe
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with her fa etc.
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In what a fret was I in the tree
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with a fa etc.
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That I had not then another by me
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with her fa etc.
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Then I perceivd they whisperd a while
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With many fair pleadings he did her beguile
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Sure something he shewd her which made her to smile
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with a fa etc.
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He said he was sure he could not be spyd
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with a fa, etc.
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But I if I durst could have told him he lyd
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with his fa etc.
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I feard I should be brought to light
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She so often cast up her Eyes so bright
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The pleasures of Love did so dazle her sight
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and her fa etc.
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My Gamester could no longer forbear
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her fa etc.
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No more should I if I had been there
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by her fa etc.
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I turnd and scrued my body round,
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To see my gallant scale the Town
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But his getting up made me tumble down
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with a fa etc
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Such was my fate, no mischief I had
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with a fa etc.
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My Lovers both run as if theyd been mad
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with their fa etc.
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And now I hope a warning twill be
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How they in such sinful pleasures agree
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For fear of the Devil that fell from the tree
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with his fa la la la la la la.
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Printed for F Coles T Vere J Wright and J Clarke.
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