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[Music ]
LAds and Lasses Blith and Gay,
Hear what my Song discloses,
As I one Morning sleeping lay,
Upon a bank of Roses:
Willy ganging out his Gate,
By geud luck chanc'd to spy me;
And pulling Bonnet from his Pate,
He softly lay down by me.
Willy tho' I muckle priz'd,
Yet now I wou'd not know him;
But made a Frown my Face disguis'd,
And from me strove to throw him:
Fondly he still nearer prest,
Upon my Bosom lying;
His beating Heart too thump'd so fast,
I thought the Loon was dying.
But resolving to deny,
An angry Passion feigning;
I often roughly push'd him by,
With words full of disdaining:
Willy baulk'd no favour wins,
Went off so discontented;
But I geud faith for all my Sins,
Ne'er half so much Repented.
