A New collections of songs and poems by Thomas D'Urfey ...
D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
A Scotch Song, Sung in the Virtuous Wife.
SAwney was Tall and of Noble Race,
And lov'd me better than any eane;
But noo he liggs by another Lass,
And Sawney will ne're be my Love agen:
I gave him fine Scotch Sarke and Band,
I put 'em on with mine own hand;
I gave him House, and I gave him Land,
Yet Sawney will ne're be my Love agen.
I robb'd the Groves of all their store,
And Nosegays made to give Sawney one;
He kist my Breast and feign wou'd do mere,
Gud feth me thought he was a bonny one:
He squeez'd my fingers, grasp'd my knee,
And Carv'd my name on each green Tree,
And sigh'd and languisht to ligg by me;
Yet noo he wonot be my Love agen.
My Bongrace and my Sun-burnt Face
He praiz'd, and also my Russet Gown,
But noo he doats on the Copper Lace
Of some lew'd Quean of London Town:
He gangs and gives her Cruds and Cream,
Whilst I poor soul sit sighing at heam,
And near joy Sawney unless in a dream;
For now he near will be my Love agen.