The lovely Northern Lasse,
Who in the Ditty here complaining, shewes
What harme she got milking her Daddies Ewes.
To a pleasant Scotch tune, called, The broom of Cowden knowes
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THrough Liddersdale as lately I went,
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I musing on did passe,
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I heard a Maid was discontent
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she sighd and said alas:
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All maids that ever deceived was,
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beare a part of these my woes,
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For once I was a bonny Lasse,
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when I milkt my daddies Ewes,
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With O, the broome, the bonny broom
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the broome of Cowdon knors,
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Faine would I be in the North Countrey,
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to milke my daddies Ewes.
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My Love into the field did come.
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when my daddie was from home,
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Sugred words he gave me there,
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praisd me for such a one:
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His honny breath and lips so soft,
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and his alluring eye.
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And tempting tongue hath woed me off,
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now forces me to cry.
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All maids, etc.
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He joyed me with his pretty chat,
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so well discourse could he,
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Talking of this thing and of that,
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which greatly liked me:
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I was sogreatly taken with his speech,
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and with his comely making,
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He used all the meanes could be,
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to inchant me with his speaking,
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All maids etc.
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In Danby Forrest I was borne,
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my beauty did excell,
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My parents dearely loved me,
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till my belly began to swell:
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I might have been a Princes peere,
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when I came over the knoes,
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Till the Shepheards boy beguiled me,
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milking my dadies Ewes,
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All maids, etc.
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When once I fell my belly swell:
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no longer might I abide
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My mother put me out of doores,
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and banged me back and side:
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Then did I range the world so wide,
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wandring amongst the knoes,
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Cursing the boy that helped me,
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to fold my daddies Ewes.
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All maids, etc.
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Who would have thought a boy so young,
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would have used a Maiden so,
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So to allure her with his tongue,
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and then frem her to goe,
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Which hath alas procured my woe,
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to credit his faire shewes,
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Which now to late repent I doe,
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the milking of the Ewes,
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All maids that ever deceived was,
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beare a part of these my woes,
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For once I was a bonny Lasse,
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when I milkt my dadies Ewes.
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The second Part, to the same tune.
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ALL Maidens faire then have a care,
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when you a milking goe,
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Trust not to young mens tempting tongus,
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that will deceive you so,
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Them you shall finde to be unkinde,
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and glory in your woes,
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For the Shepheards boy beguiled me,
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folding my Daddies Ewes.
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All Maids etc.
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If you your Virgin-honours keep,
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esteeming of them deare,
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You need not then to waile and weep,
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or your parents anger feare:
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As I have said of them beware,
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would glory in your woes,
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You then may sing with merry cheere,
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milking your daddies Ewes.
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All Maids, etc.
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A young man hearing her complaint,
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did pitty this her case,
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Saying to her sweet beautious Saint,
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I grieve so faire a face
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Should sorrow so, then sweeting know,
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to ease the of thy wooes,
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Ile goe with thee to the North Country,
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to milke thy daddies Ewes,
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All Maids, etc.
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Leander like I will remaine,
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still constant to thee ever,
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As Pyramus, or Troyalus,
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till death our lives shall sever:
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Let me be hated evermore,
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of all men that me knowes,
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If false thee Sweet heart I be,
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milking thy daddies Ewes,
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All Maids, etc.
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Then modestly she did reply,
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might I so happy be,
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Of you to finde a husband kinde,
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and for to marry me,
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Then to you I would during life,
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continue constant still,
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And be a true obedient wife,
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observing of your will.
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With O the broom, the bonny broom,
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the broom of Cowdon knoes,
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Faine would I be in the North Countrey,
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milking my daddies Ewes.
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Thus with a gentlesoft imbrace,
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he took her in his armes,
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And withe kisse he smiling said,
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Ile shield thee from all harmes,
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And instantly will marry thee,
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to ease thee of thy woes,
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And goe with thee to the North Countrey,
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to milke thy Daddies Ewes.
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With O the broom, etc.
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