THE
Taunton-Dean Damosel:
OR, THE
Pleasant discourse between Nelly and her Mother
as they were sitting in a Meadow, on a May-morning.
To the Tune of, She Scotch Hay-makers. Licensd according to Order.
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NEar the Town of Taunton there lives a bonny Lass,
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Who with her loving Mother sat chating on the Grassr,
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Twas about the Month of May, to her Mother she did say,
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Theres lusty Robin would be bobbing, and the wanton play:
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Under my apron, when we are alone;
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And tells me with a smile that I am a Woman grown,
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As being in my Teens; then on my Breast he leans,
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Now, tell me Mother, loving Mother, tell me what he means?
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Mother he will kiss me a dozen times or more,
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And solemly declares that he has for me in store,
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A delightful pretty Toy, which would fill my Heart with joy,
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And charming pleasure out of measure, if Id not be coy,
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Like a rich Coral, it was, he cryd,
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Adornd with pretty Bells, and I cannot tell what beside:
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Then on my Breast he leans, and tells me of the Teens,
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Now, tell me Mother, loving Mother, tell me what he means?
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When I came from Dancing last Holy-day at night
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He met me in the Meadow, and calld me his delight,
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Then with that he laid me down, for to give me a Green-gown
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There did he hug me, tease, and tug me, I at first did frown,
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But, ere we parted, he pleasd me so,
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That as I am a Maid was loath to let him go;
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Sure such a Gown of green, before I neer had seen,
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O, loving Mother, tell me, Mother, what did Robin mean?
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Then we went together along my Fathers Field
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He told me I had something that must not be conceald,
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Then he catchd me by the knees, and further by degrees,
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He likewise venturd, as we enterd, in a plat of Peas,
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Where he did tumble me all along,
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Declaing of a truth he would do me little wrong;
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Quoth he, we are not seen, were shelterd by the Green,
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Oh! loving Moiher, tell me, Mother, what did Robin mean?
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In the morning early he to my Chamber came,
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And told me that my Beauty, had put him in a flame;
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Yet I thought he did but flout, for I lookd me round about,
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And see no fire, he drew nigher, Id have thrust him out;
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But to my side, he so close did creep,
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That with his cunning tricks, he did spoil my Morning:slleep
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He on my Breast did lean, then got in between,
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Pray, loving Mother, tell me, Mother, what did Robin mean
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The MOTHERs Reply,
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Oh! you silly Bagage, her loving Mother soid,
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When he came to your Chamber, you should have calld for aid;
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Would you let him come to bed, now before that you was wed,
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By Cock and Bacon, he has taken, your dear Maiden-head;
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I am distracted this Day to see:
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But Nelly she replyd, It is all a case to me;
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I would have calld, Ill vow, but, faith, I knew not how,
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Then cease your passion, and vexation, who can help it now?
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If you will be quiet and cease your mournful tail,
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Ill go to honest Robin, I know I may prevail,
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If hes in merry vain, he will give it me again,
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But all your whinning, and your pining, Mother, is in vain;
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With that he Mother, she calld her whore;
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But Nelly she replyd, you was so your self before;
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I would have calld, Ill vow, but, faith, I knew not how,
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It was alloted he has got it, who can help it now?
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