The Longing Shepherdesse
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Laddy lye neere me.
[T]o the Tune of, Laddy lye neere me: Or The Green Garter.
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ALl in the Moneth of May,
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when all things blossome,
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As in my bed I lay,
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sleepe it grew loathsome:
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Up I rose and did walke
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over yon mountaines,
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Through Medows, and through Dales,
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over rocks and fountaines.
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I heard a voyce to say,
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sweetheart come cheere me,
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Thou hast beene long away,
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Laddy lye neere me.
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Down by yon River side,
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and surging Billowes,
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A pleasant Grove I espide,
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well set with willowes,
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In it a shepheardesse,
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singing most clearely,
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And still her note it was,
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Laddy lye neere me.
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Come away, doe not stay,
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sweetheart and cheere me:
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Thou hast beene long away,
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dearest draw neere me.
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Sweetheart thou stayest too long,
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Phoebe is watching,
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Aurora with her steed,
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is fast aproaching,
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She doth her Chariot mount,
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which much doth feare me,
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Each houre a yeare I count,
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till thou lye neere me.
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Come away, doe not stay,
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sweet-heart and cheere me,
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Thou hast beene long away,
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[dear]est draw neer[e me.]
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Hymen keeps Holy day,
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Love take thy pleasure,
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Cupid hath throwne away,
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both Bow and Quiver:
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Boreas doth gently blow,
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least I should feare him,
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Yet dare I not to stay,
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alone too neere him.
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Come away doe not stay,
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sweet-heart and cheere me,
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Thou hast bene long away,
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Laddy lye neere me.
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Do not Adonis like,
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sweetheart flye from me,
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For carefull I will be,
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as doth become me,
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Both of my flocke and thine,
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whilst they are feeding,
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Deere is my love to thee,
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as is exceeding.
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Come away doe not stay,
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sweet-heart and cheere me,
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Thou hast beene long away,
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Laddy lye neere me.
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I may sing Welladay
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my joyes are ended,
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The houre of my approach,
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is almost spended.
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My Parents will me misse,
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and swaines will jeere me,
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Thus still her note it was,
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Laddy lye neere me.
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Come away, do not stay,
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sweet-heart and cheere me
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Th[ou] h[a]s[t beene long away,
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Laddy lye neere me.]
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