Volume 5 — A Scotch Song. Sung by Mrs. Lucas at the Old Theatre.
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BY Moon-light on the Green, Our bonny Lasses Cooing; And dancing there I’ve seen, Who seem’d alone worth Wooing: Her Skin like driven Snow, Her Hair brown as a Berry: Her Eyes black as a Slow, Her Lips red as a Cherry. Oh how she tript it, skipt it, Leapt it, stept it, whiskt it, Friskt it, whirld it, twirl’d it, Swimming, springing, starting: So quick, the tune to nick, With a heave and a toss: And a jerk at parting, With a heave, and a toss, and a jerk at parting. As she sat down I bowed, And veil’d my bonnet to her; Then took her from the Crowd, With Honey words to woo her; Sweet blithest Lass, quoth I, It being bleaky Weather: I prithee let us try, Another Dance together; Oh how she, &c. Whilst suing thus I stood, Quoth she, pray leave your fooling; Some Dancing heats the Blood, But yours I fear lacks cooling: Still for a Dance I pray’d, And we at last had Seven; And whilst the Fiddle play’d, She thought her self in Heaven, Oh how she, &c. At last she with a Smile, To Dance again desir’d me; Quoth I, pray stay a while, For now good faith ye’ve tir’d me: With that she look’d on me, And sigh’d with muckle sorrow; Than gang ye’ar gate, quoth she, But Dance again to morrow.
