A New Song calld the Farmers Son, To which is added, Alice Marley.
The Distracted Maidens Love to the Farmers Son,
To the Tune of, Attend you Boatmen and give ear.
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COme Maidens all, and pitty me.
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And now my Grief condole,
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who am perplexd in my mind.
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And vexed to the Soul;
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Tis Love has caused my Overthrow,
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And my ruin now began,
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For I fixd my Heart, and it never shall part,
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From a Farmers only Son.
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He vowd for ever to be true,
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And I did him believe,
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But a Press Gang hauld him away,
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So my Joy they did deceive;
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For which my Senses fled away,And I distracted run,
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And now in Bedlam lie confind,
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For a Farmers only Son.
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Had I the Golden Indies store,
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Id freely with it part,
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To see him whom I love so dear,
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That has got my tender Heart,
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So Maids that hear my sad Complaint,
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Come Mourn as I have done,
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For sad is my Grief without Relief,
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For a Farmers only Son.
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So Ill a Garland make of Straw,
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And to the Walls complain,
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For nothing eer shall ease my Grief,
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Till John comes back again,
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The boards shall my Bedfellow be,
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Since all Comforts from me sprung,
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And the Chains my true Love eer shall be,
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Tis returns my Farmers Son.
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Come Great George to Bedlam,
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And me a Commission give,
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Ill kill the French and Spaniards all,
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My True-love to relieve;
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Their Forts and Castles I will storm,
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And their Towns I will burn,
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And the Crown Ill bring to George my King,
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To set free my Farmers Son.
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No Fire nor Balls shall me surprize,
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No Danger I will fear,
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I will fill the World with great out cries,
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When my Valour they do hear,
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Elizas Name shall be forgot,
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For the great Things I have done,
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For the Globe I will turn up side down,
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To revenge my Farmers Son.
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So Maids that true love ever bore,
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Advance and go with me,
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Ill make all Foes i eer do meet,
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Tremble by Land and Sea,
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i will to no one Quarter give,
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But only Sword and Gun,
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For ill down with all both great and small,
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To preserve my Farmers Son.
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As soon as my Commissions signd,
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To Bedlam Ill bid adieu,
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My Sword and Gun shall clear the Seas,
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Of French and Spaniards too;
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All England Foes my Rage shall feel,
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And when all this ive done,
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in Triumph ill return again,
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And be wed to my Farmers Son.
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Alice Marley, A New SONG.
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ALice Marley is grown so fine,
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She wont get up to serve her Swine
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But lies in Bed till Eight or Nine,
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And surely she does take her Time,
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And do you ken Alice Marley Honey,
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The Wife that sells the Barley-honey,
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Has lost her Pocket and all her Money,
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And do you ken Alice Marley Honey.
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Alice Marley is so neat,
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Its heard for one to walk the Street,
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But every Lad and Lass they meet,
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Cries do ye ken Alice Marley Honey,
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And do you ken, etc.
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Alice keeps Wine, Gin and Ale,
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And likewise Plays a good Game with her Tail,
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When her R----------ll goes she doth him nail,
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And do ye ken, etc.
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From Wear Water upon this Town,
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Theres never a Tradesman up or down,
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But would freely give a Crown,
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To play with Alice Marley Honey,
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And do you ken, etc.
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The Farmers they do come that way,
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They drink with Alice every Day,
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And calls the Fidlers for to play,
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The Tune of Alice Marley Honey,
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And do you ken, etc.
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The Pitman and Keelman trim,
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They drink Bombo made of Gin,
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And for to dance they do begin,
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The Tune of Alice Marley Honey,
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And do you ken, etc.
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The Sailors they do call for Flip,
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As soon as they come from their Ship,
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And then begins to Dance and skip,
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The Tune of Alice Marley Honey,
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And do you ken, etc.
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Those Gentlemen that goes so fine,
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Theyll treat her with a Bottle of Wine,
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And freely theyll sit down and dine,
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Along with Alice Marley Honey,
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And do you ken, etc.
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Alice went up the Butchers Bank,
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The Butcher click by the Flank,
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He gave her a hold of his Mutton shank,
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And do you ken, etc.
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Soon after got into the Loft,
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And she began to kittle and Coff,
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The Butcher he got on and could not get off,
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And do you ken, etc.
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In came the Lad with his stript Cap,
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And he laid somebody on her Back,
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He stopt a thorn into her Gap,
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And do you ken, etc.
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In came the Lad that lived down by,
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And he with somebody used to lie,
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He gave her a pint when she was dry,
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And do you ken, etc.
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At Durham Races you might have seen,
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Alice Marley dressd like a Queen.
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With her Jockey Cap and Whip so keen,
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And do you ken, etc.
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Alice Marley had a Horse,
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And it was bookd at C------r Cross,
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There was two to one that it would Loss,
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and do you ken, etc.
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So conclude those Lines Ive Pennd,
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Hopeing theres none i do offend,
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and thus my merry Joke doth End,
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Concerning Alice Marley Honey,
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and do you ken, etc.
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