Choice ayres, songs, & dialogues to sing to the theorbo-lute, or bass-viol being most of the newest ayres and songs, sung at court, and at the publick theatres / composed by several gentlemen of His Majesties musick, and others, newly reprinted with large additions.

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Title: Choice ayres, songs, & dialogues to sing to the theorbo-lute, or bass-viol being most of the newest ayres and songs, sung at court, and at the publick theatres / composed by several gentlemen of His Majesties musick, and others, newly reprinted with large additions.
Publication: London :: Printed by William Godbid, and are sold by John Playford ...,; 1676.
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A NORTHERN SONG.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 SAw╌ney was tall, and of no╌ble Race, and lov'd me bet╌ter than a╌ny yen; but now he ligs by a╌no╌ther Lass, and Saw╌ney, ne're be my Love a╌gen. I gave him a fine Scoch Sark and Band, I put them on with mine own hand; I gave him a House, I gave him Land, yet Saw╌ney will ne're be my Love a╌gen.

II.
I robb'd the Groves of all their Store.And Nosegays made to give Sawney one;He kiss'd my Brest, and fain would do more,Gude Feth, me thought he was a bonny on••.He squeez'd my Fingers, grasp'd my Knee,And carv'd my Name on each green Tree;Sigh'd and languish'd to ligg by me,But now he will ne're be my Love agen.

III.
My Boongrace, and my Sun-burnt Face,He prais'd, and also my Russet Gown;But now he dotes on the Copper LaceOf some lewd Queen of LONDON Town.He gangs and gives her Curds and Cream,Whil'st I poor Soul sit sighing at heam;I ne're joy Sawney unless in a Dream,For now he will ne're be my Love agen.