A SONG set to a pleasant Scotch Tune.
18th Century Thomas D'Urfey EnglishA SONG set to a pleasant Scotch Tune.
I.
A Lad o' th' Town thus made his moan One Winter Morning early, Alas, that I must lie alone, And Moggey's Bed so near me: All Night I toss, I turn and sigh, Nor ever can I close my Eye, For thinking that I lig so nigh, The Lass I Love so dearly.
II.
She's all Delight from foot to crown, And just Eighteen her Age is, And that she still must lie alone, My Heart and Soul inrages; I'd give the World I might put on Each Morn her Stocking or her Shoon, If I were but her Serving Loon I'd never ask for Wages.
III.
If Moggey would but be my Bride I'd take no Parents warning; Nor value all the World beside, Nor any Lasses scorning: My Love is grown to such a height, I prize so much my own delight, I care not, had I her one Night If I were hang'd i' th' Morning.