A SONG the Words by Mr Estcourt Within Compass of the flute
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As I was walking, I heard a Maid talking, oh I coud, how I coud, oh I coud,
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now I coud, as I was walking, I heard a Maid talking, oh I coud,
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do it with Pleasure, Tall was her Shape, She tript like a Fairy,
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up and down, ripe and Brown, sprightly and airy, Advanceing I
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call'd her my life and my Treasure, pray Sr forbear, I dont
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know what you Mean, Pretty lass I am afraid, that thou wilt dye a
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Maid, oh thats a sad Case said she, pray Sr how can that be, now you and
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I are to-gether prethee come into the Grove, the prettyest place for
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Love, there weel Act between us, Adonis and Venus, no no Sr not
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so hasty Neither.
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II
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Clasping her wast I kist her in hast
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I hug'd her, I tug'd her, I lug'd her, I Mov'd her,
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I made her Cheeks glow and I Nuzl'd her Breast,
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I was for takeing the Fort of Monjoy,
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Leaning upon my Armes sighing and panting,
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Oh my dear, nay my dear, fy my dear, pray my dear,
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Nature did never disclose such pleasure,
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She look'd like the Queen of Love, I like her Boy,
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In this dear Confusion Blest, the pretty Rogue fell down,
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Guess if you can the sight,
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Twas such a dear delight,
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I Blest the time that I mett her,
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Watching like an Engineer, what Breach was in the town,
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I Rusl'd upon her,
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And once or twice won her,
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And both of us parted much better.
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