EBBA 31648
British Library - Roxburghe
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A New SONG, calld the Durham
LOVERS.
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NIgh Durham Town as I was a walking,
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I heard two Lovers there a talking,
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It was on the Common nigh the Town,
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The Gentleman he laid her down Fal lal, etc.
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He said my Dear, my Joy, my Jewel,
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Pray do not unto me prove cruel;
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Grant me the thing that I do crave,
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And a handsome Piece of Gold you shall have.
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Beside my dear its not all Ill give thee,
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For thou shalt go to Ireland with me;
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And when that we do come on Shore,
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Ill deck thee like a Queen all oer.
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She said your Promises are great Sir,
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Your Favours I will not forget Sir;
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O but my Master told me this,
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That I with none but him should kiss.
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I fear my Master will be cruel,
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That you should rob him of his Jewel;
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Neer mind your Masters not at hand,
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Your Stay with him will not be long
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With these fine Promises he made her,
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He gaind Consent and down he laid her:
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You wou[l]d have laughd to have seen his Wig,
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O how it dancd upon his Rigg.
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If any one should ask his Name Sir;
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To tell it I should be to blame Sir,
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For hes the Master of his Trade,
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And he likewise can draw a three squard blade.
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Fal, lal, etc
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