THE CORDIAL
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To the Tune of, Where shall our Goodman ly.
He.
Where wad bonny Ann ly,
Alane nae mair ye maun ly;
Wad ye a Good-man try?
Is that the Thing ye're laking?
She.
Can a Lass sae young as I,
Venture on the Bridal-Tye,
Syne down with a Good-man lye?
I'm fleed he keep me waking.
He.
Never judge until ye try,
Mak me your Goodman, I
Shanna hinder you to ly,
And sleep till ye be weary.
She.
What if I shou'd waking ly
When the Hoboys are gawn by,
Will ye tent me when I cry,
My Dear, I'm faint and iry?
He.
In my Bosom thou shall ly,
When thou wakrife art or dry,
Healthy Cordial standing by,
Shall presently revive thee.
She.
To your Will I then comply,
Join us, Priest, and let me try
How I'll wi' a Goodman ly,
Wha can a Cordial give me.