The select songs of the Gentle Shepherd As it is performed at the Theatre-Royal, Drury-Lane [by Richard Tickell] |
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 | The select songs of the Gentle Shepherd |  |
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ACT II.
DUET.
[Were I assur'd ye'd constant prove]
Mr. DUBELLAMY and Mrs. WELLS.JENNY.
Were I assur'd ye'd constant prove
Ye shou'd nae mair complain,
The easy maid beset with love,
Few words will quickly gain.
Ye shou'd nae mair complain,
The easy maid beset with love,
Few words will quickly gain.
For I must ain now, syn yere free,
This too fond heart o' mine,
Wi' constancy still true to thee,
Wish'd to be pair'd wi' thine.
This too fond heart o' mine,
Wi' constancy still true to thee,
Wish'd to be pair'd wi' thine.
ROGER.
I'm happy now, wi' pleasure blest,
Jenny's ain'd her mind;
Now ilka fear is hush'd to rest,
To hear yere words sae kind.
Jenny's ain'd her mind;
Now ilka fear is hush'd to rest,
To hear yere words sae kind.
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And shall I press thee to my heart,
And round my arms entwine?
Delightful thought, we'll never part,
Come press thy lips to mine.
And round my arms entwine?
Delightful thought, we'll never part,
Come press thy lips to mine.
SONG II.
[Weel, I agree, yere sure o' me]
Mrs. WELLS.
Weel, I agree, yere sure o' me,
Now to my father goe,
Make him content, to gi'e consent,
He'll hardly say ye nae.
Now to my father goe,
Make him content, to gi'e consent,
He'll hardly say ye nae.
For ye hae what he wad be at,
And will command you weel;
Syn parent auld think love graws cauld,
When bairns want milk and meal.
And will command you weel;
Syn parent auld think love graws cauld,
When bairns want milk and meal.
Shou'd he deny, I care na by,
He'd contradict in vain,
Tho' à my kin had said and sworn,
But thee, I will ha'e nane.
He'd contradict in vain,
Tho' à my kin had said and sworn,
But thee, I will ha'e nane.
Then never range nor learn to change
Like those in high degree;
And if ye prove faithfu' in love,
You'll find na fault in me.
Like those in high degree;
And if ye prove faithfu' in love,
You'll find na fault in me.
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SONG III.
[Speak on, speak on, and still my grief]
Miss WHEELER.
Speak on, speak on, and still my grief;
Hold up a heart that's sinking under
These fears, that soon will want relief,
When Pate must from his Peggy sunder.
Hold up a heart that's sinking under
These fears, that soon will want relief,
When Pate must from his Peggy sunder.
A gentler face, and silk attire,
A lady rich in beauty's blossom,
Alack poor me! will now conspire
To steal thee from thy Peggy's bosom.
A lady rich in beauty's blossom,
Alack poor me! will now conspire
To steal thee from thy Peggy's bosom.
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SONG IV.
[At setting day, and rising morn]
Mrs. CARGILL.
At setting day, and rising morn,
Wi' soul that still shall love thee,
I'll ask of heaven a safe return,
Wi' à that can improve me.
Wi' soul that still shall love thee,
I'll ask of heaven a safe return,
Wi' à that can improve me.
And ye aft seek the birken bush,
Where first ye kindly tauld me
Sweet tales of love, and hid yere blush,
Whilst round I did enfold thee.
Where first ye kindly tauld me
Sweet tales of love, and hid yere blush,
Whilst round I did enfold thee.
To à our haunts be sure repair,
To greenwood shade or fountain;
Where summer-days I us'd to share
Wi' thee upon the mountain.
To greenwood shade or fountain;
Where summer-days I us'd to share
Wi' thee upon the mountain.
There tell to à the trees and flowers,
From thoughts unfeign'd and tender,
By vows you're mine, by love is your's
A heart, which ne'er can wander.
From thoughts unfeign'd and tender,
By vows you're mine, by love is your's
A heart, which ne'er can wander.
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Last SONG and CHORUS.
[My Patie is a lover gay]
Miss WHEELER.
My Patie is a lover gay,
His mind is never muddy;
His breath is sweeter than new hay,
His face is fair and ruddy.
His mind is never muddy;
His breath is sweeter than new hay,
His face is fair and ruddy.
His shape is handsome, middle size,
He's comely in his wauking;
The shining of his eyne surprise,
'Tis heav'n to hear him tauking.
He's comely in his wauking;
The shining of his eyne surprise,
'Tis heav'n to hear him tauking.
CHORUS.
Where corn riggs are bonny,
Where corn-riggs are bonny;
I heard my Patie breathe his vows,
Where corn riggs are bonny.
Where corn-riggs are bonny;
I heard my Patie breathe his vows,
Where corn riggs are bonny.
Mrs. CARGILL.
I met my Peggy on a bawk,
Where yellow corn was growing,
There many a kindly word he spake,
That set my heart a-glowing:
Where yellow corn was growing,
There many a kindly word he spake,
That set my heart a-glowing:
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We kiss'd, she vow'd she wad be mine,
And lov'd me best of ony;
That gars me like to sing sin syne,
Oh corn riggs are bonny.
And lov'd me best of ony;
That gars me like to sing sin syne,
Oh corn riggs are bonny.
CHORUS.
Oh corn riggs are bonny, &c.
Mrs. WELLS.
Let lassies of a silly mind
Refuse what maist they're wanting:
Since we for yielding are design'd,
We chastly shou'd be granting.
Refuse what maist they're wanting:
Since we for yielding are design'd,
We chastly shou'd be granting.
Then I'll comply and wed my lad,
We ha'e gude land and money,
So we'll be gay, and we'll be glad,
Where corn riggs are bonny.
We ha'e gude land and money,
So we'll be gay, and we'll be glad,
Where corn riggs are bonny.
CHORUS.
Oh corn riggs are bonny, &c.
Mr. DUBELLAMY.
Ye cherish me wi' à you say,
Lang was I sad and fearfu',
But ye hae smil'd my doubts away,
I can nae mair be mournfu'.
Lang was I sad and fearfu',
But ye hae smil'd my doubts away,
I can nae mair be mournfu'.
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Our faulds are stor'd wi' meikle sheep,
Wi' bob-tail'd bleaters nappy,
The fattest of them à we'll keep
For him wha made us happy.
Wi' bob-tail'd bleaters nappy,
The fattest of them à we'll keep
For him wha made us happy.
CHORUS.
Oh corn riggs are bonny, &c.
Mr. DODD.
My Peggy!—nae, my Neps, I mean,
She's brewn as ony berry;
But I mun own she is my ane,
That à may now be merry.
She's brewn as ony berry;
But I mun own she is my ane,
That à may now be merry.
I ha'e been fash'd, I ha'e been switch'd,
By Madge and Mause's wiling;
Yet I each night wad be bewitch'd,
If ye'll but gi' your smiling.
By Madge and Mause's wiling;
Yet I each night wad be bewitch'd,
If ye'll but gi' your smiling.
CHORUS.
He has been fash'd, he has been switch'd,
By Madge and Mause's wiling;
Yet à each night wad be bewitch'd,
If ye'll but gi' your smiling.
By Madge and Mause's wiling;
Yet à each night wad be bewitch'd,
If ye'll but gi' your smiling.
Then corn riggs are bonny,
Oh corn riggs are bonny,
For ye we'll always breathe our vows,
Where corn riggs are bonny.
Oh corn riggs are bonny,
For ye we'll always breathe our vows,
Where corn riggs are bonny.
FINIS.
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