SONGS. Q7

 

CLXV.

A PRETTY little girl in a round-eared cap
I met in the streets t’other day;
She gave me such a thump,
That my heart it went bump;
I thought I should have fainted away !
I thought I should have fainted away!

CLXVI.

JEANIE come tie my,
Jeanie come tie my,

Jeanie come tie my bonnie cravat ;
I’ve tied it behind,
I've tied it before,

And I’ve tied it so often, I'll ‘tie it no more.

CLXVII.

[From W. Wager's play, called ‘‘ The longer thou livest, the more foole thou
art,” 4to, Lond.] ‘
THE white dove sat on the castle wall,
I bend my bow and shoot her I shall;
I put her in my glove both feathers and all ;
I laid my bridle upon the shelf,
If you will any more, sing it yourself.