True Lovers Victory
Or the Northen Couple agreed.
With Sugred words and smiling looks
He did charm her sences,
That she did yeild unto his Love
For all her late pretences.
To a rare Northern Tune, Or, Jennies Cog-wheel.
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A Bonny blith Lad
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[i]n th[e] North Countrey,
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Whom Cupid had Wounded
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most craftily
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He met with his Love
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and he told her his mind,
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And thus he did greet her
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with words so kind.
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Come sit the down by me
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mine own sweet joy,
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Thou wilt quite kill me
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if thou prove coy.
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Should'st thou prove coy
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and not love me,
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Where shall I find
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such a one as thee,
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I have been at Wakes
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and I have been at Fares
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Yet ne'r could I meet one
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that with thee compares:
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Far have I travel'd
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yet never could find,
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One I lov'd like thee
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if thou prove so kind.
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Thou shalt have a
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gay Gown of the best,
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With gay fine Buskins
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thy feet shall be drest:
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with Caplets of Roses
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thy head shall be crown'd
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And thy pink Petticoat
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shall be lac'd round.
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WHen thou art drest in
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thy Robes so gay,
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Thou shalt be seen like
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the Queen of May:
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The bonny young Lasses
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that lives by thee,
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Shall all take delight
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in thy company.
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We will go early
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to the brookside,
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And catch Fishes
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as they do glide
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Every little Fish
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thy Prisoner shall be
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Thou shalt catch them
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and ile catch thee.
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The Birds in the Grove
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shall come at thy beck,
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And from thy Lilly white
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hands they shall peck
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And whilst with their Notes
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about thee they play,
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I will sing thee
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a roundelay.
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Now let me kiss
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thy cherry lips fair,
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And praise all thy Features
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that are so rare:
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Thy forehead is high
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and lofty doth rise,
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Thy sweet ruby lips
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and thy pretty black Eyes,
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I'le lye by thee
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all the cold night,
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Thou'st want nothing
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for thy delight.
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thou shalt hape anything
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thou shalt have me
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Surely I have something
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that will please thee.
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She hearing her Lover
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Thus kindly complain
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From making him answer
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she could not refrain,
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She gave him her hand
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with a low curtesie,
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And thus she replyed
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I'le have none but thee.
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Thy bonny fair face
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And thy words so sweet,
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Did conquer my heart
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When we first did meet,
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Ther's never a Lad
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In the North Countrey
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Shal ever have my favor
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but only thee,
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Then let us gang to the Kirk
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now with speed,
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For why I think long
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till we do the deed,
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Since I may have anything
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I will have thee,
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Because thou hast something
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that will please me.
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