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LAds and Lasses Blith and Gay, Hear what my Song discloses, As I one Morning sleeping lay, Upon a bank of Roses: Willy ganging out his Gate, By geud luck chanc'd to spy me; And pulling Bonnet from his Pate, He softly lay down by me.

Willy tho' I muckle priz'd, Yet now I wou'd not know him; But made a Frown my Face disguis'd, And from me strove to throw him: Fondly he still nearer prest, Upon my Bosom lying; His beating Heart too thump'd so fast, I thought the Loon was dying.

But resolving to deny, An angry Passion feigning; I often roughly push'd him by, With words full of disdaining: Willy baulk'd no favour wins, Went off so discontented; But I geud faith for all my Sins, Ne'er half so much Repented.