The Longing Virgins Choice:
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The Scotch Lasses Delight.
Virgins all you that Coyness still perswades,
Though' gainst your wills you still continue Maids;
Blush not at this, for though the Lass is kind,
She's not to blame your all so in your mind:
And fain would have the thing you dare not name,
Sighing for that which she does boldy claim:
Young-men are kind, and would not see you want,
If you but ask, what you desire they'l grant:
Then let not Blushes o're your pleasures swell,
'Tis sure but scurvy leading Apes in Hell.
To a Modish new Scoth Tune, Sung at the Dukes Playhouse.
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BOnny Las, gin thou art mine,
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and with twenty thousand pound about thee
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I'de scorn thy gudes for thee my queen,
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To lig the down on any Green,
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To shew the how thy Daddy got thee.
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Bonny Lad gin thou art mine,
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and thousand Land about thee:
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I'de leave them awe to kiss thy Rneen,
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And gang with thee to any Green.
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To shew the how thy Daddy got thee.
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A match, gude faith, with thee i'le gang,
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with the my joy i'le wou'd my lot be;
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To Kiss and Clip thee I do long,
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Yet bonny Lass i'le do no wrong,
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But shew thee how thy Daddy got thee.
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Thy Ruby Lips with joy i'le Kiss,
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and on the Primrose-bank i'le put thee:
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And there we'l take our fills of Bliss,
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We'l both play fair and never miss,
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Whilst thou knowst how thy Daddy got thee.
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UNder the greenest Willow shade,
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to live and love each e'ne our lot be,
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Where pritty Birds in Notes do spread,
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And that thou art no more a Maid,
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whilst I shew how thy Daddy got thee.
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Under the Willow shades, quo I,
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what mean you in this place without me:
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Ods Bares, quo she, I tell no ley,
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I hither come with thee to try,
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and shew me how my Daddy got me.
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Come ginn me then, my bonny Lad,
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thou'st shall have all that I can let thee:
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Come give me then what's to be had,
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Tickle my Pulse and make me glad,
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and shew me how my Daddy got me.
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I lig'd me down then by her side,
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and muckly there I laid about me:
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To get a Bantling I apply'd,
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I spear'd her leave, but she deny'd,
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said I'le shew how Daddy got me.
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Whelst thus we pass the time away,
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and in my arms I mean to put thee:
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Renewing pleasures with the day,
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I'le respite take' and then i'le play,
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And shew thee how the Daddy got thee.
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Don't leave me yet, methinks 'tis Spring
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the Rose and Lillies bloom about me:
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And little Birds do joyous sing,
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In streames of pleasure sure I swim,
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whilst I learn how my Daddy got me.
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Enough my Lass, this time we's part,
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gang here tomorrow i'le allot the;
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Oh! 'tis too long, thou'lt break my heart,
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Less you a shorter time impart,
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to shew again how Daddy got me.
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Then by this Kiss and Violets blew,
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when the Moon shines I will wait thee:
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And so i'le bid thee now adieu,
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My bonny Lad be sure ye do,
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and shew me how my Daddy got me.
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