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<HEAD>Pretty <HI>KATE</HI> of <HI>Edenborough:</HI> BEING A New Scotch Song, Sung to the King at <HI>WINDSOR.</HI></HEAD>
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<L><GAP DESC="music">Ju&s;t when the young and blooming Spring had melted down the winter Snow,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music">And in the Grove the Birds did &s;ing their charming Notes on ev'ry Bough:</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music">Poor <HI>Willy</HI> &s;ate bemoaning his fate, and woful &s;tate, for loving, loving, loving,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="music">and de&s;pairing too, alas! he'd cry, that I mu&s;t dye, <HI>for pretty</HI> Kate <HI>of</HI> Edenbrough.</L>
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<L><HI>WIlly</HI> was late at a Wedding-hou&s;e,</L>
<L>where Lords and Ladies danc'd all arow,</L>
<L>But <HI>Willy</HI> none &s;o pretty a La&s;s,</L>
<L>as bonny <HI>Kate</HI> of <HI>Edenborough;</HI></L>
<L>Her bright eyes, with &s;miling joys,</L>
<L>did &s;o &s;urprize,</L>
<L>And &s;omething, &s;omething, &s;omething,</L>
<L>el&s;e that &s;hot him through:</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Willy</HI> lies entranc'd in joys,</L>
<L><HI>with pretty</HI> Kate <HI>of</HI> Edenborough.</L>
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<L>The God of Love was <HI>Willy</HI>'s Friend</L>
<L>and ca&s;t an eye of pity down,</L>
<L>And &s;treight a fatal Dart did &s;end</L>
<L>the cruel Virgins heart to wound:</L>
<L>Now every Dream is all of him,</L>
<L>who &s;till does &s;eem</L>
<L>More lovely, lovely, lovely,</L>
<L>&s;ince the Marriage Vow:</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Willy</HI> lies entranc'd in joys,</L>
<L><HI>with pretty</HI> Kate <HI>of</HI> Edenbrough.</L>
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<L>Now <HI>Willy</HI> thinks his happine&s;s,</L>
<L>all other Creatures do exceed,</L>
<L>His tongue cannot his joys expre&s;s,</L>
<L>&s;ince <HI>Kate</HI> and he are well agreed:</L>
<L>Both day and night her beauty bright,</L>
<L>is his delight,</L>
<L>And nothing, nothing, nothing,</L>
<L>el&s;e can <HI>Willy</HI> do,</L>
<L>But &s;ound her Fame, and prai&s;e the Name</L>
<L><HI>of pretty</HI> Kate of Edenbrough.</L>
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<L><HI>Cupid</HI> with his love doth ble&s;s,</L>
<L>granting him his hearts de&s;ire,</L>
<L>He doth continually expre&s;s,</L>
<L>how that his heart is all on fire;</L>
<L>He feels no pains, amid&s;t his Chains,</L>
<L>but &s;till remains</L>
<L>A wounded, wounded, wounded</L>
<L>lover, firm and true;</L>
<L>And all his prate is now of late,</L>
<L><HI>of pretty</HI> Kate <HI>of</HI> Ededbrough.</L>
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<L>He &s;wears her eyes are full of charms,</L>
<L>enough to conquer all the World,</L>
<L>Her Smiles &s;ecure him from all harms,</L>
<L>her Locks they are &s;o nearly curl'd;</L>
<L>That in his mind he ne'er &s;hall find,</L>
<L>&s;ince &s;he proves kind,</L>
<L>A Lover, Lover, Lover.</L>
<L>like his <HI>Katy</HI> true;</L>
<L>And doth expre&s;s his happine&s;s,</L>
<L><HI>in pretty</HI> Kate <HI>of</HI> Edenbrough,</L>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> P. Brooksby <HI>at the Golden Ball in</HI> Pye-corner.</P>
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