The lovely northern lasse, who in the ditty here complaining, shewes what harme she got milking her daddies ewes. To a pleasant Scotch tune, called, The broom of Cowden knowes.

The lovely Northern Lasse,

Who in the Ditty here complaining, shewes What harme she got milking her Daddies Ewes.

To a pleasant Scotch tune, called, The broom of Cowdon knowes

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THrough Liddersdale as lately I went, I musing on did passe, I heard a Maid was discontent she sigh,d and said alas: All maids that ever deceived was, beare a part of these my woes, For once I was a bonny Lasse, when I milkt my daddies Ewes. With O, the broome, the bonny broom the broome of Cowdon knors, Faine would I be in the North Countrey, to milke my daddies Ewes.

My Love into the held did come. when my daddie was from home, Sugred words he gave me there, prais'd me for such a one: His honny breath and lips so soft, and his alluring eye. And tempting tongue hath woed me off, now forces me to cry. All maids, &c.

He ioyed me with his pretty chat, so well discourse could he, Talking of this thing and of that, which greatly liked me: I was so greatly taken with his speech, and with his comely making, He used all the meanes could be, to inchant me with his speaking, All maids &c.

In Danby Forrest I was borne, my beauty did excell, My parents dearely loved me, till my belly began to swell: I might have been a Princes peere, when I came over the knoes, Till the Shepheards boy beguiled me, milking my dadies Ewes, All maids, &c.

When once I fell my belly swell: no longer might I abide My mother put me out of doores, and bange'd me back and side: Then did I range the world so wide, wandring amongst the knoes, Cursing the boy that helped me, to fold my daddies Ewes. All maids, &c.

Who would have thought a boy so young, would have used a Maiden so, So to allure her with his tongue, and then from her to goe, Which hath alas procured my woe, to credit his faire shewes, Which now to late repent I doe, the milking of the Ewes, All maids that ever deceived was, beare a part of these my woes, For once I was a bonny Lasse, when I milkt my dadies Ewes.

The second Part,

to the same tune.

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ALL Maidens faire then have a care, when you a milking goe, Trust not to young mens tempting tongus, that will deceive you so, Then you shall finde to be unkinde, and glory in your woes, For the Shepheards boy beguiled me, folding my Daddies Ewes. All Maids &c.

If you your Virgin-honours keep, esteeming of them deare, You need not then to waile and weep, or your parents anger feare: As I have said of them beware, would glory in your woes, You then may sing with merry cheere, milking your daddies Ewes. All Maids, &c.

A young man hearing her complaint. did pitty this her case, Saying to her sweet beautious Saint, I grieve so faire a face Should sorrow so, then sweeting know, to ease the of thy wooes, Ile goe with thee to the North Country, to milke thy daddies Ewes, All Maids, &c.

Leander like I will remaine, still constant to thee ever, As Pyramus, or Troyalus, till death our lives shall sever?

Let me be hated evermore, of all men that me knowes, If false thee Sweet heart I be, milking thy daddies Ewes, All Maids, &c.

Then modestly she did reply, might I so happy be, Of you to finde a husband kinde, and for to marry me, Then to you I would during life, continue constant still, And be a true obedient wife, observing of your will. With O the broom, the bonny broom, the broom of Cowdon knoes, Faine would I be in the North Countrey, milking my daddies Ewes.

Thus with a gentle soft imbrace, he took her in his armes, And withe kisse he smiling said, Ile shield thee from all harmes, And instantly will marry thee, to ease thee of thy woes, And goe with thee to the North Countrey, to milke thy Daddies Ewes. With O the broom, &c.

FINIS.