Bess the Gawkie (1828)/Cherry-cheek Patty

CHERRY-CHEEK PATTY

Down in yon village I live so snug;
They call me Giles the plowman's boys
Throughwoods and o'er stiles, as I trudge many miles,
I whistle, I whistle, and whoop, gee woo, Jerry.
My work being done to the lawn there I fly,
Where the lads at the lasses all look very sly;
And I'ze deeply in love with a girl it is true,
And I know what I know, but I mauna tell you:
But I'll whistle, I'll whistle, for of all the girls I ever did see,
⁠O cherry cheek Patty for me.

Though the squire go great, so happy mayn't be,
As poor simple Giles the plowman's boy;
No matters of state ever addle my pate,
But I'll whistle, I'll whistle and whoop gee woo, Jerry,
Now cherry cheek Patty she lives in a vale,
Whom I help d o'er the stile, with her milking pail,
And Patty has a like notion of me it is true,
And I know what I know, but I mauna tell you;
⁠But I'll whistle, &c.

I'se able and strong, and willing to work,
And when the lark rises off trudges I;
The cows up I call, and harness old Ball,
I whistle, I whistle, and whoop, gee woo, Jerry.
Then I'se fifty good shillings, my luck has been such,
And a lad's not to be grinn'd at, that's gotten so much
And when that I'm married to Patty, so true,
I know what I know, but I mauna tell you.
⁠But I'll whistle, &c.

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