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O had I ta'en counſel of father or mother,
Or had I adviſed with ſiſter or brother;
But I, being a young thing, and eaſy to woo,
It makes me cry out, My apron now.
My, apron apron deary, my now, &c.
Your apron, deary, I muſt confeſs,
Seems ſomething the ſhorter, tho' naithing the leſs:
Then ba'd your tongue deary, & I will prove true,
And nae mair cry out your apron now.
Chorus
Your apron deary, Your apron now,
Your belly bears up your apron now,
Then had your tongue, deary, & I will prove true,
And nae mair cry out your apron now.
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THE FORSAKEN NYMPH.
А Walking, a talking, and a walking was I,
To meet my ſweet Billy, he'll come by & by,
to meet him in the meadows is all my delight,
A walking and talking from morning till night.
Meeting is a pleaſure, but parting is a grief,
And an inconſtant lover is worſe than a thief,
A thief can but rob me and take what I have,
But an inconſtant lover ſends me to my grave.
The grave it will rot me and bring me to duſt,
But an inconſtant lover no maiden can truſt,
They'll kiſs you, they'll court you, poor girls to deceive
There's not one in twenty that you can believe.
The cuckoo's a fine bird, ſhe ſings where ſhe flies,
She brings us good tidings and tells us no lies,
She ſucks of ſweet flowers to keep her voice clear,
The more the ſings cuckoo, the ſummer draws near.
