The JILTS; a Song sung to the King at Winchester.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 ON a Bank in flow╌ry June, when Groves are green and gay; in a smi╌ling Af╌ter╌noon, with Doll young Willy lay:
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〈♫〉〈♫〉 ON a Bank in flow╌ry June, when Groves are green and gay; in a smi╌ling Af╌ter╌noon, with Doll young Willy lay:
〈♫〉〈♫〉 They thought none were to spy 'em, but Nell stood list'ning by 'em; Oh fye! Doll cry'd, no I vow, I'd ra╌ther dye, than wrong my Mo╌de╌sty: Quoth Nell, that I shall see.