The Northern DITTY:
OR, THE
Scotch-man Out-witted by the Country Damsel.
To an excellent New Scotch Tune; of Cold and Raw the North did blow, etc.
A Song much in Request at Court.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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COld and Raw the North did blow
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bleak in the morning early;
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All the Trees were hid with Snow,
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coverd with Winters yearly:
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As I came riding oer the Slough,
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I met with a Farmers Daughter;
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Rosie Cheeks, and bonny Brow,
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geud Faith made my mouth to water.
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Down I vaild my Bonnet low,
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meaning to show my breeding,
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She returnd a graceful bow,
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her Visage far exceeding;
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I askd here where she went so soon,
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and longd to begin a Parley;
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She told me to the next Market-Town,
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a purpose to sell her Barley.
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In this Purse, sweet Soul, said I,
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twenty pound lies fairly,
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Seek no farther one to buy,
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for Ise take all thy Barley:
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Twenty more shall purchase delight,
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thy Person I love so dearly,
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If thou wilt lig by me all night,
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and gang home in the morning early.
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If Forty pound would buy the Globe,
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this thing Ide not do Sir,
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Or were my Friends as poor as Job,
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Id never raise em so Sir:
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For shoud you prove to night my Friend,
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wese get a young Kid together,
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And youd be gone eer nine Months end,
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and where shall I find the Father?
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Pray what would my Parents say,
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if I should be so silly,
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To give my Maidenhead away,
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and lose my true Love Billy?
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Oh, this would bring me to Disgrace,
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and therefore I say you nay, Sir;
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And if that you would me Embrace,
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first Marry, and then you may Sir.
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I told her I had Wedded been,
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fourteen years and longer,
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Else Id chuse her for my Queen,
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and tye the Knot yet stronger.
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She bid me then no farther rome,
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but manage my Wedlock fairly,
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And keep my Purse for poor Spouse at home
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for some other should have her Barley.
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Then as swift as any Roe,
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she rode away and left me;
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After her I could not go,
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of Joy she quite bereft me:
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Thus I my self did disappoint,
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for she did leave me fairly,
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My words knockd all things out of joint
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I lost both the maid and barley.
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