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A NORTHERN SONG, by                    
First Line: Sawney was tall and of noble race
Last Line: For now he ne'er will be my love again.
Subject(s): Scotland


Sawney was tall and of Noble Race,
And lov'd me better than any eane;
But now he ligs by another Lass,
And Sawney will ne'er be my love agen:
I gave him fine Scotch Sarke and Band,
I put 'em on with mine own hand;
I gave him House, and I gave him Land,
Yet Sawney will ne'er be my Love agen.

I robb'd the Groves of all their store,
And nosegays made to give Sawney one;
He kiss'd my Breast and feign would do more,
Geud feth me thought he was a bonny one:
He squeez'd my fingers, grasp'd my knee,
And carv'd my Name on each green Tree,
And sigh'd and languish'd to lig by me,
Yet now he wo'not be my Love agen.

My Bongrace and my Sun-burnt-face,
He prais'd, and also my Russet Gown;
But now he doats on the Copper Lace,
Of some leud Quean of London Town:
He gangs and gives her Curds and Cream,
Whilst I poor Soul sit sighing at heam,
And near joy Sawney unless in a Dream,
For now he ne'er will be my Love again.





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