WHERE’S my Shepherd (my love) hey-ho, | |
| On yonder Mountain amidst the Snow; | |
| I dearly love him I vow, and now | |
| Will follow, and merrily to him go: | |
| My young Shepherd has Beauty and Charms, | 5 |
| And I long to find him in my arms, | |
| I long for Night to Embrace him a Bed, | |
| And I long to give him my Maiden-head. | |
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| Soft and sweet are the joys of Love, | |
| Which every Virgin does long to prove, | 10 |
| I will not tarry, but Marry, | |
| and every Rival will soon remove: | |
| Bonny Susan does muse on all night, | |
| Upon all our joys and sweet delight, | |
| She dreams of Kisses, Embraces, and charms, | 15 |
| And she starts and thinks my love in her arms. | |
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| Sweetly looks the fair Bride in Bed, | |
| With thousand Cupids all round her head, | |
| She softly sighs, and wishes, and kisses, | |
| as soon as the Curtains are closely spread: | 20 |
| Every Bridegroom does then what he please, | |
| And the lovely Brides their flames appease, | |
| I need not name what young Lovers do do, | |
| For ’tis known to every one, I and to you. | |
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| Mark how kindly she looks next day, | 25 |
| More lively, lovely, more brisk and gay; | |
| ’Twould make maids long to be cooing and wooing, | |
| to see how these wantons do sport and play: | |
| Some new charm in his looks she espies, | |
| And then he looks Babies in her eyes; | 30 |
| Then, while her fondling new pleasures does seek, | |
| She kindly kisses and claps his cheek. | |
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| Vain it is to be nice and coy, | |
| And let old Time all our youth destroy, | |
| I like not Whining and pining, | 35 |
| for that which one easily mightly enjoy: | |
| There are bonny, brisk lovers in store, | |
| And then what can Maidens wish for more, | |
| What need has Susan to sigh and look pale, | |
| When she might o’er Thomas’s heart prevail. | 40 |
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| Have not Women soft charms and Arts, | |
| By Nature given to conquer hearts, | |
| Which never does fail, but prevail, | |
| as often as ever they shoot their Darts; | |
| No brisk youth can withstand a Maid’s charms, | 45 |
| But does strangely soften in her Arms; | |
| The Roughest Hero in all the bright field, | |
| To a brighter Beauty will bow and yield. | |
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| Now, young buxom fair Maids, come here, | |
| And learn this lesson—(to Love give ear), | 50 |
| The little Boy is so pretty and witty, | |
| and pleasant and soft, that you need not fear; | |
| Roger he shall have Cisley and Nan, | |
| And young Kate shall kiss my Ladies’ Man, | |
| Doll shall have William, and John shall have Joan, | 55 |
| And thus neither Sex shall lie alone. | |
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