Diddle, Diddle.
Or,
The Kind Country Lovers.
With sly insinuations he perswades her
And by the bands of Love, along he leads her.
Relating pleasant stories for to bind her
And all to make her unto him prove kinder.
And so in Love at last they live together
With pleasant dayes enjoying one another.
Tune of Lavender green, etc.
With Allowance, Ro. L'Estrange.
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LAvenders green, Diddle, diddle
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Lavenders blue
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You must love me diddle diddle,
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cause I love you,
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I heard one say diddle diddle
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since I came hither,
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That you and I diddle diddle
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must lie together.
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My hosttess maid diddle diddle
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her name was Nell,
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She was a lass diddle diddle
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that I loved well,
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But if she dye diddle diddle
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by some mishap
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Then she shall lie diddle diddle
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under the Tap,
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That she may drink Diddle, diddle,
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when she's a dry,
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Because she lov'd Diddle, diddle
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my Dog & I,
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Coll up your Maids Diddle diddle
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set them to work,
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Some to make Hay, Diddle diddle
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some to the Rock.
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Some to make Hay, Diddle diddle,
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some to the Corn
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Whilst you and I Diddle, didle,
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keep the bed warm,
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Let the birds sing Diddle, diddle
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and the Lambs play,
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We shall be safe Diddle, diddle
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out of harms way.
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James at the George, Diddle, diddle
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Sue at the Swan,
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He loves his maid Diddle diddle,
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she loves her man,
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But if they chance Diddle, diddle
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for to be found,
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Catch them i'th Corn Diddle diddle
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put them i'th pound.
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I heard a bird Diddle, diddle
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sing in my Ear,
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Maids will be scarce Diddle, diddle,
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the next New year,
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For young men are Diddle, diddle
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so wanton grown
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That they ne'r mind Diddle, diddle
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which is their own.
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Down in a Vale Diddle, diddle
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where flowers do grow
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And the birds sing Diddlle, diddle
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all on a row.
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A brisk young man Diddle, diddle
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met with a Maid,
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And laid her down, Diddle diddle
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under the shade.
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Where they did play Diddle diddle
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& Kiss & Court,
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Like Lambs in May Diddle diddle
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making fine sport.
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There lives a Lass Diddle, diddle
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over the Green,
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She sells good Ale Diddle, diddle
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think what I mean.
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Oft have I been Diddle, diddle
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with her i'th dark
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And yet I nere Diddle diddle
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shot at the mark.
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But now my Dear Diddle, diddle
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have at thy humm
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For I do swear Diddle, diddle
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now I am come.
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I will be kind Diddle diddle
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until I dye,
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Then prethee love Diddle diddle
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my Dog & I.
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For thee & I Diddle diddle
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now are all one,
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And we will lye Diddle di[d]dle
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no more alone.
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