THE MERRY
BAG-PIPES
Or, The Pleasant Pastime betwxt a Jolly Shepherd and a Country Damsel,
on a Mid-Summer-Day, in the Morning.
To the Tune of, March Boyes, etc.
Licensed according to Order.
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A Shepherd sat him under a Thorn,
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he pull'd out his Pipe and began for to play,
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It was on a Mid Summers day in the morn,
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for honour of that Holy day;
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A Ditty he did chant along,
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goes to the Town of Cater-bor-dee,
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And this was the burthen of his Song,
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if thoul't pipe Lad, I'le dance to thee;
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To thee, to thee, derry, derry, to thee, etc.
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And whilst this harmony he did make,
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a Country Damsel from the Town,
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A Basket on her Arm she had,
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a gathering Rushes on the Down:
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Her Bongrace was of the Wended Straw,
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from the Suns hote Beams her face is free,
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And thus she began when she him saw,
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if thou'lt pipe Lad I'le dance to thee,
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To thee, to thee, derry, derry, to thee, etc.
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Then he pull'd out his Pipe, and began to sound,
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whilst she in a merry mood did stay,
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But when his quivering Note she found,
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how sweetly then this Lass could play:
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She stopt all jumps and she reveal'd,
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she keept all time with Harmony,
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And looking on him, sighing said:
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If thou'lt pipe Lad, I'le dance to thee,
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To thee, to thee, derry, derry, to thee, etc.
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She never so much as blusht at all,
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the musick was so charming sweet,
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But e're and anon to him she'd call,
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and bid him be active, turn and meet:
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As thou art a bonny Shepherd Swain,
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I am a Lass now come to wooe thee,
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To play me another double strain,
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and doubt not but I will dance to thee,
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To thee, to thee, derry, derry, to thee, etc.
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Although I am but a silly Maid,
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and never was brought up at a dancing School
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But yet to the Jegg that thou hast plaid,
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you find that I can keep time and Rule:
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Now see that you keep your stops aright,
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for Shepherd I am resolv'd to view thee,
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To play me the Damsels chief delight,
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and never doubt Lad but I'le dance to thee,
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To thee, to thee, derry, derry, to thee, etc.
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The Shepherd again did turn his Pipe,
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and plaid her a Lesson loud and shrill,
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The Damsel his Face did often wipe,
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with many a Thank for his good-will,
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And said I was ne're so pleas'd before:
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and this is the first time that I knew thee,
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Come play me this very Jegg once more,
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and never doubt but I'le dance to thee,
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To thee, to thee, derry, derry, to thee, etc.
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The Shepherd he said, as I am a Man,
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I have kept playing from morning till noon,
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Thou know'st I can do no more then I can,
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my Pipe is clearly out of Tune;
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To ruine a Shepherd I'le not seek;
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said she, for why should I undo thee;
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I can come again to the Down next week,
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and thou shalt Pipe and I'le dance to thee,
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To thee, to thee, derry, derry, to thee, etc.
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