Oppertunity Lost, Or
The Scotch Lover Defeated.
Here
willy follows
Peggy still
But ner'e attains to have his will
His slowness caus'd the hasty Maid
To call a Miller to her ayd:
Who nimbler then her Lover seaz'd
And straight her hasty passion eas'd.
To a pleasant Northern tune.
With Allowance.
There was Lass our Town
Slea
Willy Stenson
He lov'd a Lass was bonny and brown
Twas pretty
Peggy Benson.
Each morn as he gang'd to the field
Slea
Willy Stenson
He wa'd some proof of kindness yeild
To plretty
Peggy Benson.
Her Beauty sea his heart had fier'd
Slea
Willy Stenson
He coud not tell what he desir'd
Of pretty
Peggy Benson.
He followed her through Kirk and Kie
Slea
Willy Stenson,
But gard not yet declare his weell
To pretty
Peggy Benson.
But once upon a Summer day
Slea
Willy Stenson,
He gang'd abroad a making hay
with pretty
Peggy Benson.
He blith and bonny was that day
Slea
Willy Stenson,
Cause he might wanton in the hay
with pretty
Peggy Benson.
Quo he, dict Lass i'de ligg thée down
Slea
Willy Stenson,
An 'twon't for moyling thy green gown,
my pretty
Peggy Benson.
The Lass reply'd it cost thee naught
Slea
Willy Stenson,
Then ligg me down and spare me not
Quo pretty
Peggy Benson.
Gad quo the Lad, ise tell thee what
Slea
Willy Stenson,
Ise ene gang heam, and fetch my Cleak
for pretty
Peggy Benson.
He went heam, and came agen
Slea
Willy Stenson,
But he found a Miller on her wem
Oh filthy
Peggy Benson.
He wisht his Cleak had been ith fire
Slea
Willy Stenson,
Sen he had lost his hearts desire
And pretty
Peggy Benson.
She bade him come another day
Slea
Willy Stenson,
She left him sad tript away
O naughty
Peggy Benson.
Printed for P. Brooksby in West-smithfield.