Laddy Lye Near Me As I walked over hills, dales and high mountains, I heard a lad and a lass making acquaintance; Making acquaintance and singing so clearly, Long have I lain alone, laddy, lye near me Near me, near me, laddy lye near me Long, &c What if I lay thee down, lassy my deary? Cannot I rise again? Laddy, lye near me. Near me, &c. If I get thee with bairn, lassy, my deary? Cannot I nurse the same? Laddy lye near me. Near me, &c. I'll never marry thee, lassy, my dearie. Do as thou will, said she; laddy lye near me. Near me, &c. What will thy parents say, lassy, my dearie? Never mind, let us play; laddy lye near me. Near me, &c. From Ritson's 'North-Country Chorister', Durham, 1809 WBO APR99
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