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<DATE>2008-09-03</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080826.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Northern DITTY: OR, THE Scotch-man <HI>Out-witted by the Country Dam&s;el.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>To an excellent New Scotch Tune, of <HI>Cold and Raw the North did blow,</HI> &amp;c.</HI></OPENER>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><HI>A Song much in Reque&s;t at Court.</HI></HEAD>
<P>This may be Printed, <HI>R. P.</HI></P>
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<L>COld and Raw the <HI>North</HI> did blow</L>
<L>bleak in the morning early;</L>
<L>All the Trees were hid with Snow,</L>
<L>cover'd with Winters yearly:</L>
<L>As I came riding o'er the Slough,</L>
<L>I met with a Farmers Daughter;</L>
<L>Ro&s;ie Cheeks, and bonny Brow,</L>
<L>g<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">d Faith made my mouth to water.</L>
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<L>Down I vail'd my Bonnet low,</L>
<L>meaning to &s;how my breeding,</L>
<L>She return'd a grateful bow,</L>
<L>her Vi&s;age far exceeding;</L>
<L>I ask'd here where &s;he went &s;o &s;oon,</L>
<L>and long'd to begin a Parley;</L>
<L>She told me to the next Market-Town,</L>
<L>a purpo&s;e to &s;ell her Barley.</L>
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<L>In this Pur&s;e, &s;weet Soul, &s;aid I,</L>
<L>twenty pound lies fairly,</L>
<L>Seek no farther one to buy,</L>
<L>for I'&s;e take all thy Barley:</L>
<L>Twenty more &s;hall purcha&s;e delight,</L>
<L>thy Per&s;on I love &s;o dearly,</L>
<L>It thou wilt lig by me all night,</L>
<L>and gang home in the morning early.</L>
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<L>If Forty pound would buy the Globe,</L>
<L>this thing I'de not do Sir,</L>
<L>Or were my Friends as poor as <HI>Job,</HI></L>
<L>I'd never rai&s;e 'em &s;o Sir:</L>
<L>For &s;hou'd you prove to night my Friend,</L>
<L>we'&s;e get a young Kid together,</L>
<L>And you'd be gone e'er nine Months end,</L>
<L>and where &s;hall I find the Father?</L>
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<LG>
<L>Pray what would my Parents &s;ay,</L>
<L>if I &s;hould be &s;o &s;illy,</L>
<L>To give my Maidenhead away,</L>
<L>and lo&s;e my true Love <HI>Billy?</HI></L>
<L>Oh, this would bring me to Di&s;grace,</L>
<L>and therefore I &s;ay you nay, Sir;</L>
<L>And if that you would me Embrace,</L>
<L>fir&s;t Marry, and then you may Sir.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I told her I had Wedded been,</L>
<L>fourteen years and longer,</L>
<L>El&s;e I'd chu&s;e her for my Queen,</L>
<L>and tye the Knot yet &s;tronger.</L>
<L>She bid me then no farther come,</L>
<L>but manage my Wedlock fairly,</L>
<L>And keep my Pur&s;e for poor Spou&s;e at home,</L>
<L>for &s;ome other &s;hould have her Barley.</L>
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<L>Then as &s;wift as any Roe,</L>
<L>&s;he rode away and left me;</L>
<L>After her I could not go,</L>
<L>of Joy &s;he quite bereft me:</L>
<L>Thus I my &s;elf did di&s;appoint,</L>
<L>for &s;he did leave me fairly,</L>
<L>My words knock'd all things out of joint,</L>
<L>I lo&s;t both the maid and barley.</L>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare. J. Back.</P>
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