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A NORTHERN SONG by THOMAS D'URFEY

First Line: SAWNEY WAS TALL AND OF NOBLE RACE
Last Line: FOR NOW HE NE'ER WILL BE MY LOVE AGAIN.
Subject(s): SCOTLAND;
@3Sawney@1 was tall and of Noble Race,
And lov'd me better than any eane;
But now he ligs by another Lass,
And @3Sawney@1 will ne'er be my love agen:
I gave him fine @3Scotch@1 Sarke and Band,
I put 'em on with mine own hand;
I gave him House, and I gave him Land,
Yet @3Sawney@1 will ne'er be my Love agen.

I robb'd the Groves of all their store,
And nosegays made to give @3Sawney@1 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 @3London@1 Town:
He gangs and gives her Curds and Cream,
Whilst I poor Soul sit sighing at heam,
And near joy @3Sawney@1 unless in a Dream,
For now he ne'er will be my Love again.



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