National Ballad and Song; Merry Songs and Ballads, Prior to the Year A.D. 1800 Volume 5

National Ballad and Song; Merry Songs and Ballads, Prior to the Year A.D. 1800 Volume 5

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ...young Men that Wooe, Look well before you leap, handle your Geer; For if you Wink and Shite, you'll ne'er see what you do, So you may take a wrong Sow by the Ear But if she prove her self a Flurt, Then she may do as does my Shirt. Fall Back, or fall Edge, I never shall bound be, To make a Match with Tag-rag, and Long-tail; He that's born to hang, never shall drown'd be, Best is best cheap, if you hit not the Nail: Shall I toil Gratis in the Dirt, First she shall do as does my Shirt. 120 "BRING OUT YOUR CONEY-SKINS" "BRING OUT YOUR CONEY-SKINS" c. iyog From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1709), iv. 80. Bring out your Coney-Skins Bring out your Coney-Skins Maids to me, And hold them fair, fair that I may see, Grey, Black and Blue, for the smaller Skins I'll give you Bracelets, Laces, Pins, And for your whole Coney Here's ready Money, Come gentle Joan, do thou begin With thy black Coney, thy black Coney-Skin, And Mary and Joan will follow, With their Silver-hair'd Skins and yellow; The White Coney-Skin I will not lay by, For tho' it be faint, it is fair to the Eye: The Grey it is worn, but yet for my Money, Give me the bonny, bonny black Coney; Come away fair Maids, your Skins will decay, Come and take Money Maids, put your Wares away: Ha'ye any Coney-Skins, ha'ye any Coney-Skins, Ha'ye any Coney-Skins here to sell? "AH! FOOLISHLASS, WHAT MUN I DO?" c. 1711 From Pills to Purge Melancholy (1719), iv. 106; set by John Barrett. Ah! foolish Lass, what raun I do? My Modesty I well may rue, Which of my Joy bereft me; For full of Love he came, But out of silly shame, With pish and phoo I play'd, To muckle the coy Maid, And the raw young Loon has left me. Wou'd Jockey knew how muckle I lue, Did I less Art, or did he shew, More...show more

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  • Paperback | 42 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236614402
  • 9781236614407