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Cold and Raw (The Farmers Daughter) Cold and raw the North did blow, Bleak in the morning early; All the trees were hid by snow Dagl'd by winter yearly. When came riding over a knough I met with a farmer's daughter; Rosie cheeks and bonny brow Good faith made my mouth to water. Down I vail'd my bonnet low, Meaning to shew my breeding; She return'd a graceful bow A visage far exceeding. I ask'd her where she went so soon And long'd to begin a parly She told me unto the next market town A purpose to sell her barly. In this purse, sweet soul, said I Twenty pounds lie fairly Seek no farther one to buy For I'se take all thy barly. Twenty more shall buy delight Thy person I love so dearly, If thou wouldst stay with me all night And go home in the morning early. If twenty pound could buy the globe Quoth she, this I'd not do, sir. Or were my kin as poor as Job I wo'd not raise 'em so, sir. For should I be tonight your friend We'st get a youg kid together And you'd be gone ere the nine months end And where should I find a father? I told her I had wedded been Fourteen years and longer. Or else I'd choose her for my queen And tie the knot much stronger. She bid me then no longer rome But manage my wedlock fairly; And keep purse for poor spouse at home For some other shall have her barly. From Pills to Purge melancholy, D'Urfey (vol. II) note: one of the few non-seduction songs, with a sensible maid and a great tune. Spelling is pure 18th century; except for "dagl'd" (which I can only guess at) just read them phonetically. RG RG
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