EBBA 36844
British Library - C.121.g.9
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THE
FARMERS HEIR.
Or, the Countrey-man wooing his Mistriss,
To be Sung with its own pleasant Air.
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NOt long ago, it chanced so,
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abroad as I was walking
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And there I spy'd two Lovers true,
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the one with the other talking.
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The Youth he said unto the Maid,
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wilt thou grant me my pleasure,
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And I'le give thee a double Fee,
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and joys above all measure.
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But the Maid she would not condescend
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for fear of late Repentance;
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She saw nothing but Gravel and sand,
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and all things out of sentence:
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Its neither for thy Gold nor thy Gear,
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but its for thy handsome Carriage;
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And since thou art such a pretty Girl,
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I will joyn with thee in Marriage.
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Thy Eyes are like the Stars above,
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they having such a luster;
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If I had the World at my command
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I would make the Venus Sister.
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Thy Cheeks are like the Crimson Rose.
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and thy Lips like the ripesome Berry;
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There's nothing that does me so much re-joyce
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as the sight of my own Deary.
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Then she hearing herself so highly e-steem'd
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she yielded to his wishes,
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And there they did them both combine
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in joys and earthly blisses.
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Both hand in hand the two did walk,
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and they walked both together,
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And he play'd her such a handsome trick,
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as true Lovers do to each other.
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