EBBA 34293

National Library of Scotland - Rosebery

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Fy on the WARS that hurri'd
WILLIE from me.
An excellent New Song, Much in request.

FY on the Wars that hurri'd Willie from me,

Who to love me just had Sworn;

They made him Captive sure to undo me;

Wo's me he will ne're return.

A Thousand Lowns abroad will fight him;

He from Thousands ne'er will run:

Day and Night I did entreat him

To stay safe from Sword and Gun,

I used alluring Graces

With meikle fond Embraces

Now Sighing: then Crying. Tears droping fall,

But had he my soft Arms.

Preferr'd to Wars Alarms:

My Soul groweth Mad,

Its sore opprest and sad,

I fear in my Fit, I had granted all.

I wash'd and painted, to make me look provoking

Snares that told me would catch the Man:

And on my Head high Commodes had cocking,

Which made me look as tall again

For a new gown I payed much Money,

Which with Gold Flowers abroad did shine:

My love well might think me Gay and Bonny,

No Scots Lass was e'er so fine:

My Petticoat was spotted,

Earings too, with Freinges knotted,

Lac'd Shoes, silk Hoes garten'd o're the Knee

But oh the fatal thought,

To Willie these were nought,

But I'le ride to the Town

And riffle with dragoon

And the sillie Lown might have plunder'd me:

FINIS.