The Scottish Works of Alexander Ross ... Consisting of Helenore, or The Fortunate Shepherdess; Songs; The Fortunate Shepherd, or The Orphan: Edited, with notes, glossary and life by Margaret Wattie |
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WILT THOU GO AND MARRY, KETTY? |
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WILT THOU GO AND MARRY, KETTY?
Wilt thou go and marry, Ketty?
Could'st thou, think'st thou, take a man?
'Twere a pity, you so pretty
Should not do the thing you can.
You're a pretty, charming creature,
Wherefore should you ly alone?
Beautie's of a fading nature,
Has a season to be gone.
Could'st thou, think'st thou, take a man?
'Twere a pity, you so pretty
Should not do the thing you can.
You're a pretty, charming creature,
Wherefore should you ly alone?
Beautie's of a fading nature,
Has a season to be gone.
Therefore, while ye're blooming, Ketty,
Listen to the loving swain;
Take example by fair Betty,
Once the darling o' the men;
Who with her coy and haughty nature
Kept them off, till she grew old;
Now she's hiss'd by every creature,
Let not this of you be told.
Listen to the loving swain;
Take example by fair Betty,
Once the darling o' the men;
Who with her coy and haughty nature
Kept them off, till she grew old;
Now she's hiss'd by every creature,
Let not this of you be told.
And yet, my dear and lovely Ketty,
I hae this one thing to tell:
I wad wish no man to get ye,
Save it were my very sell.
Therefore take me at my offer,
Or behad, an' I'll tak you.
He's worth no mistris that would scoff her.
Marry, Ket, an' then we'll woo.
I hae this one thing to tell:
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Save it were my very sell.
Therefore take me at my offer,
Or behad, an' I'll tak you.
He's worth no mistris that would scoff her.
Marry, Ket, an' then we'll woo.
Many words are useless, Ketty,
You do want, and so do I;
Sure you want that one should get ye,
And this want I can supply.
Say then, Ketty, so you take me
As your only choice of men,
Never after to forsake me,
And the priest will say Amen.
You do want, and so do I;
Sure you want that one should get ye,
And this want I can supply.
Say then, Ketty, so you take me
As your only choice of men,
Never after to forsake me,
And the priest will say Amen.
An' then, an' then, an' then, O Ketty,
Then we're marri'd, what comes then?
Then no other man will get ye,
For ye'll be my very ain.
Then we'll kiss and clap at pleasure,
Nor take notice of envy,
Once I've got my lovely treasure,
Let the world gaze and die.
Then we're marri'd, what comes then?
Then no other man will get ye,
For ye'll be my very ain.
Then we'll kiss and clap at pleasure,
Nor take notice of envy,
Once I've got my lovely treasure,
Let the world gaze and die.
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