EBBA 34213
National Library of Scotland - Rare Books I.262
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AN
Excellent new Song
OR, THE
Country Lads Kindness to his Nanny near to the Thorn on
Polworth Green.
To its own Proper Tune.
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AMong the Broom unseen,
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I spy'd a goodly Swain,
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With no unseemly Thing,
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But Courting of his own,
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And after very little space
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Some Kisses did exchange
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She rose her up and homeward made
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And to her Love seem'd strange.
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Oh! what needs all this hast
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To flee away from me,
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You come as you were in a hast
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And now away will be;
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Were I the King that wears the Crown
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I'd put i on thy Brow;
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Thou art the flower of Polwarth Town
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The Gallands goes with you.
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But upon Polwarth Green
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If you'l meet me the Morn;
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The Lasses they will Conveen;
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And Dance about the Thorn;
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They'l make the welcome for my sake
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And go about with thee;
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Thy'l spend their Plack's most meerly
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All for the Love of me.
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The Lads into the Town
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Will take you by the Hand;
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Where ever you Abode
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They'l be at your Command
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They'l break thy Bread & Drink thy Beer
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And meery thy will be;
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They pay their share before they go
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All for the Love of me.
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At Night my Father will
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invite you to his House
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Where you shall have your fill;
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Of Capon Heen and Goose
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And if the Beds they be so strong
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And thou be bassed of thine;
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Pray make no doubt you'l ly the rout;
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You shall have share of mine.
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Come throw the blooming Fields
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Where we will meerie be;
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Our Country Lads and Lasses they
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Will Dance around the Tree
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Then for my sake they'l drink a Glass
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And Loveing be to thee
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They'l give you Wine of Claret red
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All for the Love me.
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While the young Lambs are Skiping
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And bleeting for their Damesels
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On Pleasant Banks and lovely Braes,
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And low down by the Streams:
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There we will sing, and merry be,
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With a Lass upon each Knee,
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They'll pay the Pipper e're they go,
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All for the Love of thee.
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When I the Country Lass
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Spyed on the Flora Plain,
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I thought some Godess she had been
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She so distrubed my Brain
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Her charming Looks and cool black Hair
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the like I ne're had seen
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In City, Town or at the Court
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Nor yet on Polwarth Green.
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