EBBA 34650
Houghton Library - Huth EBB65H
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Oppertunity Lost, Or
The Scotch Lover Defeated.
Here Willy followes Peggy still
But ner'e attains to have his will
His slowness caus'd the hasty Maid
To call a Miller to her ayd:
Who nimbler than her Lover seaz'd
And straight her hasty passion eas'd.
To a pleasent Northern tune. With Allowance.
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THere was a Lass in our Town
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Slea Willy Stenson
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He lov'd a Lass was bonny and brown
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Twas pretty Peggy Benson.
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Each morn as he gang'd to the field
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Slea Willy Stenson
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He wa'd some proof of kindness yeild
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To plretty Peggy Benson.
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Her Beauty sea his heart had fier'd
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Slea Willy Stenson
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He coud not tell what he desir'd
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Of pretty Peggy Benson.
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He followed her through Kirk and Kie
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Slea Willy Stenson,
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But gard not yet declare his weell
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To pretty Peggy Benson.
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But once upon a Summer day
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Slea Willy Stenson,
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He gang'd abroad a making hay
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with pretty Peggy Benson.
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He blith and bonny was that day
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Slea Willy Stenson,
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Cause he might wanton in the hay
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with pretty Peggy Benson.
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Quo he, dict Lass i'de ligg thee down
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Slea Willy Stenson,
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An 'twon't for moyling thy green gown,
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my pretty Peggy Benson.
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The Lass reply'd it cost thee naught
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Slea Willy Stenson,
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Then ligg me down and spare me not
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Quo pretty Peggy Benson.
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Gad quo the Lad, ise tell thee what
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Slea Willy Stenson,
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Ise ene gang heam, and fetch my Cleak
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for pretty Peggy Benson.
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He went heam, and came agen
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Slea Willy Stenson,
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But he found a Miller on her wem
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Oh filthy Peggy Benson.
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He wisht his Cleak had been ith fire
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Slea Willy Stenson,
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Sen he had lost his hearts desire
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And pretty Peggy Benson.
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She bade him come another day
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Slea Willy Stenson,
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She left him sad and tript away
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O naughty Peggy Benson.
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Printed for P. Brooksby in West-Smithfield.
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