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The Longing Virgins Choice: OR, The Scotch Lasses Delight.
Virgins all you that Coyness still perswades,
Though 'gainst your wills you still continue Maids;
Blush not at this, for though the Lass is kind,
She's not to blame your all so in your mind:
And fain would have the thing you dare not name,
Sighing for that which she does boldy claim:
Young-men are kind, and would not see you want,
If you but ask, what you desire they'l grant:
Then let not Blushes o're your pleasures swell,
'Tis sure but scurvy leading Apes in Hell.
To a Modish new Scoth Tune, Sung at the Dukes Playhouse.
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BOnny Las, gin thou art mine,
and with twenty thousand pound about thee
I'de scorn thy gudes for thee my queen,
To lig the down on any Green,
To shew the how thy Daddy got thee.
Bonny Lad gin thou art mine,
and thousand Land about thee:
I'de leave them awe to kiss thy Kneen,
And gang with thee to any Green.
To shew the how thy Daddy got thee.
A match, gude faith, with thee i'le gang,
with the my joy i'se wou'd my lot be;
To Kiss and Clip thee I do long,
Yet bonny Lass i'se do no wrong,
But shew thee how thy Daddy got thee.
Thy Ruby Lips with joy i'se Kiss,
and on the Primrose-bank i'le put thee:
And there we'l take our fills of Bliss,
We'l both play sair and never miss,
Whilst thou knowst how thy Daddy got thee
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Under the Willow shades, quo I,
what mean you in this place without me:
Ods Bares, quo she, I tell no ley,
I hither come with thee to try,
and shew me how my Daddy got me.
Come ginn me then, my bonny Lad,
thou'st shall have all that I can let thee:
Come give me then what's to be had,
Tickle my Pulse and make me glad,
and shew me how my Daddy got me.
I lig'd me down then by her side,
and muckly there I laid about me:
To get a Bantling I apply'd,
I spear'd her leave, but she deny'd,
said I'le shew how Daddy got me.
Whelst thus we pass the time away,
and in my arms I mean to put thee:
Renewing pleasures with the day,
I'le respite take' and then i'le play,
And shew thee how the Daddy got thee.
Don't leave me yet, me thinks 'tis Spring
the Rose and Lillies bloom about me:
And little Birds do joyous sing,
In streames of pleasure sure I swim,
whilst I learn how my Daddy got me.
Enough my Lass, this time we's part,
gang here to morrow i'se allot the;
Oh! 'tis too long, thou'st break my heart,
Less you a shorter time impart,
to shew again how Daddy got me.
Then by this Kiss and Violets blew,
when the Moon shines I will wait thee:
And so i'le bid thee now adieu,
My bonny Lad be sure ye do,
and shew me how my Daddy got me.