The Roxburghe ballads . MY young Mary dos mind the Dairy,While I go a Howing and Mowing each morn;Then hey the little spinning-wheelMerrily round dos reel, While I am singing amidst the corn :Cream and kisses both are my delight,She gives me them, and the joys of night;Shes soft as the air, as morning fair,Is not such a maid a most pleasing sight ? While I whistle, she from the thistleDoes gather down for to make us a bed,And then my little Love does lieAIL the night long, and dye— In the kind arms of her nown dear Ned;There I taste of a delicate spring,But I mun not tell you, nor name the thi
The Roxburghe ballads . MY young Mary dos mind the Dairy,While I go a Howing and Mowing each morn;Then hey the little spinning-wheelMerrily round dos reel, While I am singing amidst the corn :Cream and kisses both are my delight,She gives me them, and the joys of night;Shes soft as the air, as morning fair,Is not such a maid a most pleasing sight ? While I whistle, she from the thistleDoes gather down for to make us a bed,And then my little Love does lieAIL the night long, and dye— In the kind arms of her nown dear Ned;There I taste of a delicate spring,But I mun not tell you, nor name the thing,To put you a wishing, and think of Kissing,For kisses cause sighs, and young men shoud sing. Sedge and rushes, and tops of bushes Shall thatch our roof, and shall strow all our floar, And then the pritty Nightingales Will fly from groves and dales To live with us, and well neer be poor: 18 30 The Happy Husbandman ; or, Country Innocence. Little lambkins whenever they dye Will bequeath new blankets to thee and I, Ou
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