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THE NORTHERN DITTY.
Tune—Love and Time.
COLD and raw the north did blaw,
bleak in the morning early;
All the trees were hid with ſnaw,
cover'd with Winter early.
As I was riding o'er the Slough,
I met a Farmer's Daughter,
With roſy cheeks and bonny brow,
good faith my chops didi water.
Down I wav'd my bonnet low,
meaning to ſhew my breeding,
She return'd a graceful bow,
her viſage far exceeding.
I aſk'd her where ſhe was going ſo ſoon,
and long'd to bold a parley;
She told me to the next market-town,
on purpoſe to ſell her barley.
In this purſe, ſweet ſoul, ſaid I,
twenty pounds ly fairly,
Seek no further one to buy,
for lſe take all thy barley.
And twenty pounds more ſhall purchaſe de-
thy perſon I love ſo dearly, (light,
If thou wilt lie with me all night,
and gang hame in the morning early.
