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Moorland Nell.
I
Oh, Jenny's lithe an' leet,An' Mally's e'en are breet
As dewdrops on a sweet bluebell;
Nan's worth her weight i' gowd;
But there's not a lass i'th fowd
Like bonny little Moorlan' Nell, Nell, Nell,
Like bonny little Moorlan' Nell!
My love's a little posy,
Sweet an' shy an' rosy;
There's never mortal tongue can tell
How it thrills my heart wi' glee
To think hoo's fond o' me,
My winsome little Moorlan' Nell, Nell, Nell,
My darlin' little Moorlan' Nell!
Sweet an' shy an' rosy;
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How it thrills my heart wi' glee
To think hoo's fond o' me,
My winsome little Moorlan' Nell, Nell, Nell,
My darlin' little Moorlan' Nell!
II
Some don't know how to talk,Some han to larn to walk,
Yet they never seem to do it well;
But Nell wur born complete
In everything that's sweet,
Oh, my bonny little Moorlan' Nell, Nell, Nell,
My darlin' little Moorlan' Nell!
Chorus—My love's a little posy,
Sweet an' shy an' rosy.
Sweet an' shy an' rosy.
III
One sunny summer's day,As Dame Natur sat at tay,
Hoo began to unbethink hersel';
An' hoo said, “I'll try my hond
At th' nicest lass i'th lond,
An' I'll have her christent Moorlan' Nell, Nell, Nel
I'll have her christent Moorlan' Nell!”
Chorus—My love's a little posy,
Sweet an' shy an' rosy.
Sweet an' shy an' rosy.
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IV
An' when Nelly coom to th' leet,Dame Natur's e'en grew breet,
An' hoo clapped her honds and cried, “Well, well!
Hoo's very sweet an' smo',
But hoo's boun' to lick 'em o,
My pratty little Moorlan' Nell, Nell, Nell,
My bonny little Moorlan' Nell!”
Chorus—My love's a little posy,
Sweet an' shy an' rosy.
Sweet an' shy an' rosy.
V
Th' owd craiter laughed an' cried,For it touched her heart wi' pride;
An' hoo said, “It makes me hutchin'-fain!
This wench is th' topmost mark
Of o' my bonny wark,
An' I's never do the like again, again,
I's never do the like again!”
Chorus—My love's a little posy,
Sweet an' shy an' rosy.
Sweet an' shy an' rosy.
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