An ANSWER To
COLD and RAW:
OR, The Scotch Gallant never better fitted, then he was
at a second meeting with the Farmers Daughter.
To the Tune of, Cold and Raw, etc.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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RIding down a narrow Lane,
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two or three hours after,
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It was my chance to meet again
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this bonny Farmers Daughter:
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Although it was both Raw and Cold,
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I stay'd to hold a Parley;
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And show'd once more my Purse of Gold,
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when as she had sold her Barley.
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Love, said I, pray do not Frown,
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but let us change Embraces,
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I'le buy thee a new Silken Gown,
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with Ribbons, Gloves, and Laces:
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A Ring and Bodkin, Muff and Fan,
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no Lady shall have neater,
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For as I am an Honest Man,
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I ne'r see a sweeter Creature.
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Then I took her by the Hand,
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and said, my dearest Jewel,
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Why shouldst thou disputing stand,
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I prithee be not Cruel:
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She found my mind was fully bent,
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to pleasure my fond desire,
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Therefore she seemed to consent,
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but I wish I had ne'r come nigh her.
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Sir, said she, what shall I do,
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if I commit this Evil;
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And yield my self in love to you,
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I hope you will prove Civil:
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You talkt of Ribbons, Gloves and Rings,
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and likewise Gold and Treasure,
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O let me first enjoy those things,
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and then you shall use your pleasure.
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Sure thy Will shall be obey'd,
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said I, my own dear Honey,
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Then into her Lap I laid
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full forty pound in Money:
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We'l to the Market-Town this day,
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and straightways end the Quarrel,
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And deck thee like a Lady gay,
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in flourishing rich Apparel.
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All my Gold and Silver there,
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to her I did deliver,
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On our Road we did repair,
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but coming near a River,
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Whose Waters was both deep and wide,
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such Rivers I ne'r see many,
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She leapt her Mare to the other side,
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and left me not one poor penny.
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Then my heart was sunk full low,
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with grief and care surrounded,
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After her I could not go,
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for fear of being Drownded:
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She turn'd about, and said behold,
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I am not for your Devotion,
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But Sir I thank ye for my Gold,
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serve to inlarge my Portion.
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I began to stamp and stare,
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to see what she had acted;
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With my hands I tore my hair,
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like one that was distracted:
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Give me my Money then I cryd,
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geud faith I did but lend it;
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But she full fast away did ride,
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and vow'd she did not intend it.
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