The Farmers Daughter, a SONG, set to a Pleasant Scotch Tune. Thomas D'Urfey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R17889 D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey. London Printed for J. Bullord ... and A. Roper ... 1690 pp. 132-134. [16],207,[1]p.

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The Farmers Daughter , a SONG , set to a Pleasant Scotch Tune . I. COld and raw the North did blow , Bleak in the Morning early , All the Trees were hid in Snow , Dagl'd by Winter yearly ; When come riding over a Knough , I met with a Farmer's Daughter , Rosie Cheeks and bonny Brow , Good faith made my Mouth to water . II . Down I vail'd my Bonnet low , Meaning to shew my breeding , She return'd a graceful bow , A Village far exceeding : I ask'd her where she went so soon , And long'd to begin a Parly , She told me to the next Market Town A purpose to sell her Barley . III . In this purse , sweet Soul , said I , Twenty pounds lie fairly , Seek no farther one to buy , For I'se take all thy Barley ; 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 . IV . If twenty pound could buy the Globe , Quoth she , this I'd not do , Sir , Or were my Kin as poor as Iob , I wo'd not raise 'em so , Sir , For should I be to Night your friend , We'st get a young Kid together , And you'd be gone ere the nine Months end , And where should I find a Father ? V. I told her I had wedded been Fourteen years and longer , Or else I choose her for my Queen , And tie the Knot much stronger ; She bid me then no farther rome , But manage my Wedlock fairly , And keep Purse for poor Spouse at home , For some other shall have her Barley .