AN
Excellent New Song lately composed
INTITULED,
The New way of Pittcathly Well.
Or, The Gentlemans Love to his Mistress.
To the Tune of, Pollwarth on the Green.
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(1]
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ONE Morning as I walk't
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In the gay Time of the Year
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When Sporting Nymphs do Frisk abo[ut]
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To drink the Water clear,
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Among'st the rest I spyed a Nymph,
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Whose Beauty did excell,
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The Croud of Nymphs that now resor[t],
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The fam'd Pittcathly Well.
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With Dying Looks I veiw'd her;
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And could not shun, but say,
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Pray make me your Phisician,
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She blushing said me Nay.
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I ask't at her, to take a Walk,
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She fear'd we would be seen,
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Well take a walk in Woods or Groves
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In our Pitcathly Green.
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(3)
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Our striving much at last,
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Kind Nature took my Part,
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We Walk't by Neptun's pleasant Streams
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Till Jeanny won my Heart.
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Were I Sole Monarch of the Glob,
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I'd give it all to thee:
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For all the Maids about the Well,
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My Jeanny bears the Gree.
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(4)
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When I come home at Noon,
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Refresht with Country Air,
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Each courts his Mistaess up and down
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And I my Jannie fair.
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We danc'd right kind upon the Green,
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And All sing merrily:
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Pittcathly Well invits you All,
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Come here good Company.
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(5)
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When I go Home at Night,
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With Love and care opprest,
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My Jeanies Image still presents,
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And Robes me of my Rest,
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I Dream of her my Souls Delight,
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Whose Air and graceful mean.
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Makes her envy'd by all the Nymphs
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In our Pittcatthly Green.
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(6)
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O were I but so blest!
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as freely call the mine,
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I'de treat thee in my Fathers House.
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With Country Cheer that's fine
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And if there be no Downy Beds,
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I'le chose a place unseen,
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Where Young Swans do often Shape,
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There Nymphs a gown of Green.
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