AN Excellent New Song lately composed INTITULED, The New way of Pittcathly Well. Or, The Gentlemans Love to his Mistress.
To the Tune of,
Pollwarth on the Green.
(1)
ONE Morning as I walk't
In the gay Time of the Year
When Sporting Nymphs do Frisk a
[...]
To drink the Water clear,
Among'st the rest I spyed a Nymph,
Whose Beauty did excell,
The Croud of Nymphs that now
[...],
The fam'd
Pittcathly Well.
(2)
With Dying Looks I veiw'd her,
And could not shun, but say,
Pray make me your Phisician,
She blushing said me Nay.
I ask't at her, to take a Walk,
She fear'd we would be seen,
Well take a walk in Woods or Grov
[...]
In our
Pitatchly Green.
(3)
Our striving much at last,
Kind Nature took my Part,
We Walk't by
Neptun's pleasant Streams
Till
Jeanny won my Heart.
Were I Sole Monarch of the Glob,
I'd give it all to thee:
For all the Maids about the Well,
My
Jeanny bears the Gree.
(4)
When I come home at Noon,
Refresht with Country Air,
Each courts his Mistaess up and down
And I my
Jannie fair.
We danc'd right kind upon the Green,
And All sing merrily:
Pittcathly Well invite you All,
Come here good Company.
(5)
When I go Home at Night,
With Love and care opprest,
My
Jeanies Image still presents,
And Robes me of my Rest,
I Dream of her my Souls Delight,
Whose Air and graceful mean.
Makes her envy'd by all the Nymphs
In our
Pittcatthly Green.
(9)
O were I but so blest!
as freely call the min
[...],
I'do treat thee in my Fathers House,
With Country Cheer that's fine
And if there be no Downy Beds,
I'le chose a place unseen,
Where Young Swans do often Shape,
There Nymphs a gown of Green.
FINIS.