The Longing Shepherdesse OR Laddy lye neere me.
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Laddy lye neere me: Or
The Green Garter.
ALl in the Moneth of May,
when all things blossome,
As in my bed I lay,
sleepe it grew loathsome:
Vp I rose and did walke
over yon mountaines,
Through Medows, and through Dales,
over rocks and fountaines.
I heard a voyce to say,
sweet heart come cheere me,
Thou hast beene long away,
Laddy lye neere me.
Down by yon River side,
and surging Billowes,
A pleasant Grove
I espide,
well set with willowes,
In it a shepheardesse,
singing most clearely,
And still her note it was,
Laddy lye neere me.
Come away, doe not stay,
sweet heart and cheere me:
Thou hast beene long away,
dearest draw neere me.
Swéet heart thou stayest too long,
Phoebe is watching,
Aurora with her steed,
is fast aproaching,
She doth her Chariot mount,
which much doth feare me,
Each houre a yeare I count,
till thou lye neere me.
Come away, doe not stay,
sweet-heart and cheere me,
Thou hast beene long away,
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Hymen keeps Holy day,
Love take thy pleasure,
Cupid hath throwne away,
both Bow and Quiver:
Boreas doth gently blow,
least I should feare him,
Yet dare I not to stay,
alone too neere him.
Come away doe not stay,
sweet-heart and cheere me,
Thou hast bene long away,
Laddy lye neere me.
Do not
Adonis like,
swéet heart flye from me,
For carefull
I will be,
as doth become me,
Both of my flocke and thine,
whilst they are feeding,
Deere is my love to thee,
as is exceeding.
Come away doe not stay,
sweet-heart and cheere me,
Thou hast beene long away,
Laddy lye neere me.
I may sing Welladay
my ioyes are ended,
The houre of my approach,
is almost spended.
My Parents will me misse,
and swaines will ieere me,
Thus still her note it was,
Laddy lye neere me.
Come away, do not stay,
sweet-heart and cheere me
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⟨The Crosst Couple⟩
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The second part,
to the same tune.
O Come my own Deare lets dally a while
with q fala la la la la la,
thou hast aicken'd my Spirits now with a smile
nd thy fa la la la la la la,
be trembling of thy Lips do show,
Thou hast no power to say me no,
Which makes me have a moneths mind unto
thy fa la la la la la la,
This hearty kisse is a sign thou wilt yéeld,
to thy fa la, &c.
The white of thy eye speaks peace in the Field
with a fa la, &c.
Then for a vaile to hide thy face,
Ile cloud thee with a swéet imbrace,
There's many would wish that they were in thy place
with their fa la, &c.
Oh do not sigh to hear me intice,
with a fa la, &c.
Thou nere hadst bin got, had thy Mother bin nice
with her fa la, &c.
Then prethée put me out of my pain,
For I am now in a merry vain,
Lets play at that game, where the loosers do gain
with their fa la, &c.
But oh my own dear, why lyest thou so still?
with thy fa la, &c.
Art thou in a swound, or what is thy will,
with thy fa la, &c.
I prethée joy take no such grief
Since
I am so néer to thy reliefe,
Oh, let me play the amorous thief
with thy fa la, &c.
My dearest of all, why holdst thou so fast,
with a fa la, &c.
Ile swear we will marry if thou wilt make haste
with thy a la &c.
Cupid doth give no leave to play,
Thy very blushes do betray
That thou dost interpret what I have to say
with a fa la, &c.
Then on her Brow her Vaile she spred,
with a fa la. &c:
As if he'd béen going to cut off her head
with his fa la, &c.
He with his Lips her mouth did wipe,
And gave her many an earnest gripe,
For just now my Lady was yielding ripe,
with her fa la, &c.
In what a fret was I in the trée,
with a fa la, &c.
That I had not then another by me,
with her fa la, &c.
Then I perceiv'd they whisper'd awhile,
With many fair pleadings he did her beguile
Sure something he show'd her which made her to smile
with a fa la, &c.
He said he was sure they could not be spyed
with a fa la, &c.
But I (if I durst) could have told him he ly'd
with his fa la, &c.
I fear'd I should be brought to light;
She so often cast up her eyes so bright,
The pleasure of love did so dazle her sight,
and her fa la, &c.
My Gamster could no longer forbear,
her fa la, &c.
No more should I, if I had béen there,
by her fa la, &c.
I turn'd and serued my body round,
To sée my Gallant scale the Town;
But his getting up, made me tumble down,
with a fa la, &c.
Such was my fate, no mischief I had,
with a fa la, &c.
My Lovers both run as if they'd béen mad,
with their fa la, &c.
And now I hope a warning 'twill be,
How they in such sinful pleasures agrée,
For fear of the Devil that fell from the tr
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with his fa la la la la la la,
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