EBBA 34298
National Library of Scotland - Rosebery
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Come sweet Lass
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Loves invitation
To a New Tune.
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COME Sweet Lass,
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it's bonny Weather let's together
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Come sweet Lass,
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let's trip it on the Grass:
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Every where,
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poor Jockie seeks his Dear,
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Unless that she appear,
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he sees no Beauty there.
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Hark the Croud,
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the Mirth invites us and delights us
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Hark the Croud,
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the Piper playes aloud,
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Where all day,
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the Lasses sport and play;
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And every one are gay
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but I when ye're away.
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But my Smart
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it was for Meggie not for Peggie,
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Whose hard Heart,
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will not kind Lovers part,
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Whil'st I seek
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all Corners for her sake;
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Yet will not partake
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my Love, tho Heart should break.
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There came Kate,
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who sung so finely talkt Divinely,
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Out of date,
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because of Pelaflet:
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Kate she's afraid,
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the Girls no more a Maid,
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But sure she's been betray'd
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and lost her Maidens-head.
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Jenny bright,
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with little Francis skips and dances
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By this light,
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its a very pretty sight,
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She is a Lass,
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can tumble on the Grass,
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Look Sandy in the Face
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who brought all these to pass.
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