Several new songs by Tho. Durfey ; set to as many new tunes by the best masters in music.
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- Several new songs by Tho. Durfey ; set to as many new tunes by the best masters in music.
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- London :: Printed by J. Playford, for Joseph Hindmarsh,
- 1684.
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- Songs, English -- England -- 17th century.
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"Several new songs by Tho. Durfey ; set to as many new tunes by the best masters in music." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A37016.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 6, 2024.
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A SCOTCH Song, sung to the King at Windsor.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 JUST when the young and blooming Spring had mel╌ted down the Win╌ter Snow; and in the Grove the Birds did sing their char╌ming Notes on ev'╌ry Bough: Poor Wil╌ly sate be∣moa╌ning his fate, and wo╌ful state, for lo╌ving, lo╌ving, lo╌ving, and de╌spai╌ring too; A╌las! he'd cry, that I must dye, for pret╌ty Kate of E╌den╌brough.
II.
Willy was late at a Wedding house,
Where Lords and Ladies danc'd all arow;
But Willy saw nene so pretty a Lass,
As pretty Kate of Edenbrough.
Her bright Eyes, with smiling Joys,
Did so surprise▪
And something, something, something
Else that shot him through:
Thus Willy lies entranc'd in Joys,
With pretty Kate of Edenbrough:
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III.
The God of Love was Willy's friend,
And cast an Eye of Pity down;
And straight a fatal Dart did send,
The cruel Virgin's Heart to wound.
Now every Dream is all of him,
Who still does seem
More lovely, lovely, lovely,
Since the Marriage Vow:
Thus Willy lies entranc'd in Joys,
With pretty Kate of Edenbrough.