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<DATE>2007-08-05</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B070710.tech.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Longing Virgins Choice:
OR,
The Scotch La&s;&s;es Delight.</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L>Virgins all you that Coyne&s;s &s;till per&s;wades,</L>
<L>Though 'gain&s;t your wills you &s;till continue Maids;</L>
<L>Blu&s;h not at this, for though the La&s;s is kind,</L>
<L>She's not to blame your all &s;o in your mind:</L>
<L>And fain would have the thing you dare not name,</L>
<L>Sighing for that which &s;he does boldy claim:</L>
<L>Young-men are kind, and would not &s;ee you want,</L>
<L>If you but ask, what you de&s;ire they'l grant:</L>
<L>Then let not Blu&s;hes o're your plea&s;ures &s;well,</L>
<L>'Tis &s;ure but &s;curvy leading Apes in Hell.</L>
</LG>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>To a Modi&s;h new Scoth Tune, Sung at the Dukes Playhou&s;e.</OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>BOnny Las, gin thou art mine,</L>
<L>and with twenty thou&s;and pound about thee</L>
<L>I'de &s;corn thy gudes for thee my queen,</L>
<L>To lig the down on any Green,</L>
<L><HI>To &s;hew the how thy Daddy got thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Bonny Lad gin thou art mine,</L>
<L>and thou&s;and Land about thee:</L>
<L>I'de leave them awe to ki&s;s thy Kneen,</L>
<L>And gang with thee to any Green.</L>
<L><HI>To &s;hew the how thy Daddy got thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A match, gude faith, with thee i'le gang,</L>
<L>with the my joy i'&s;e wou'd my lot be;</L>
<L>To Ki&s;s and Clip thee I do long,</L>
<L>Yet bonny La&s;s i'&s;e do no wrong,</L>
<L><HI>But &s;hew thee how thy Daddy got thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy Ruby Lips with joy i'&s;e Ki&s;s,</L>
<L>and on the Primro&s;e-bank i'le put thee:</L>
<L>And there we'l take our fills of Bli&s;s,</L>
<L>We'l both play &s;air and never mi&s;s,</L>
<L><HI>Whil&s;t thou know&s;t how thy Daddy got thee</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><FIGURE>
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VNder the greene&s;t Willow &s;hade,</L>
<L>to live and love each e'ne our lot be,</L>
<L>Where pritty Birds in Notes do &s;pread,</L>
<L>And that thou art no more a Maid,</L>
<L><HI>whil&s;t I &s;hew how thy Daddy got thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>Under the Willow &s;hades, quo I,</L>
<L>what mean you in this place without me:</L>
<L>Ods Bares, quo &s;he, I tell no ley,</L>
<L>I hither come with thee to try,</L>
<L><HI>and &s;hew me how my Daddy got me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come ginn me then, my bonny Lad,</L>
<L>thou'&s;t &s;hall have all that I can let thee:</L>
<L>Come give me then what's to be had,</L>
<L>Tickle my Pul&s;e and make me glad,</L>
<L><HI>and &s;hew me how my Daddy got me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I lig'd me down then by her &s;ide,</L>
<L>and muckly there I laid about me:</L>
<L>To get a Bantling I apply'd,</L>
<L>I &s;pear'd her leave, but &s;he deny'd,</L>
<L><HI>&s;aid I'le &s;hew how Daddy got me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Whel&s;t thus we pa&s;s the time away,</L>
<L>and in my arms I mean to put thee:</L>
<L>Renewing plea&s;ures with the day,</L>
<L>I'le re&s;pite take' and then i'le play,</L>
<L><HI>And &s;hew thee how the Daddy got thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Don't leave me yet, me thinks 'tis Spring</L>
<L>the Ro&s;e and Lillies bloom about me:</L>
<L>And little Birds do joyous &s;ing,</L>
<L>In &s;treames of plea&s;ure &s;ure I swim,</L>
<L><HI>whil&s;t I learn how my Daddy got me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Enough my La&s;s, this time we's part,</L>
<L>gang here to morrow i'&s;e allot the;</L>
<L>Oh! 'tis too long, thou'&s;t break my heart,</L>
<L>Le&s;s you a &s;horter time impart,</L>
<L><HI>to &s;hew again how Daddy got me.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Then by this Ki&s;s and Violets blew,</L>
<L>when the Moon &s;hines I will wait thee:</L>
<L>And &s;o i'le bid thee now adieu,</L>
<L>My bonny Lad be &s;ure ye do,</L>
<L><HI>and &s;hew me how my Daddy got me.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in Pye Corner.</P>
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