Sally in Our Alley A bonny lass, quaint in her country 'tire, He little knew to paint a tale of love, Shepherds can fancy, but they cannot say: The shepherd blushed when Phillis questioned so, My thoughts are trapped within thy lovely locks; "Can shepherds love?" said Phillis to the swain. Said Phillis. This not Corydon denied, 739 That lust had lies; "But love," quoth he, "says truth: Thy shepherd loves, then, Phillis, what ensu’th?" Phillis was won, she blushed and hung her head; The swain stepped to, and cheered her with a kiss: Robert Greene [1560?-1592] SALLY IN OUR ALLEY Of all the girls that are so smart There is no lady in the land Her father he makes cabbage-nets, To such as please to buy 'em; But sure such folks could ne'er beget She is the darling of my heart, When she is by, I leave my work, Of all the days that's in the week And that's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday; For then I'm dressed all in my best To walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. My master carries me to church, As soon as text is named; I leave the church in sermon-time And she lives in our alley. The Country Wedding When Christmas comes about again, O, then I shall have money; I'll give it to my honey: I would it were ten thousand pound, She is the darling of my heart, My master and the neighbors all But when my seven long years are out, O, then we'll wed, and then we'll bed- 741 Henry Carey [ ?-1743] THE COUNTRY WEDDING WELL met, pretty nymph, says a jolly young swain I came from the village, and homeward I go, I hope, pretty maid, you won't take it amiss, If I tell you my reason for asking you this; I would see you safe home-(now the swain was in love!) No danger in going alone, it is true, But yet a companion is pleasanter, too; And if you could like-(now the swain he took heart)— O that's a long word, said the shepherdess then, O judge not so harshly, the shepherd replied, Unknown "O MERRY MAY THE MAID BE" O MERRY may the maid be That marries wi' the miller, For, foul day and fair day, He's aye bringing till her, Has aye a penny in his purse For dinner or for supper; And, gin she please, a good fat cheese When Jamie first did woo me, I speired what was his calling; The truth o' what he told me, And that his house was warm and couth, The Lass o' Gowrie Behind the door a bag o' meal, And in the kist was plenty O' guid hard cakes his mither bakes, And bannocks werena scanty. A guid fat sow, a sleeky cow Whilst lazy puss with mealy mouse "Guid signs are these," my mither says, And bids me tak' the miller; For, fair day and foul day, He's aye bringing till her; For meal and maut she doesna want, In winter, when the wind and rain With nut-brown ale he tells his tale, 743 John Clerk [1684-1755] THE LASS O' GOWRIE 'TWAS on a simmer's afternoon, A wee afore the sun gaed doun, A lassie wi' a braw new goun Cam' owre the hills to Gowrie, The rosebud washed in simmer's shower But Kitty was the fairest flower That e'er was seen in Gowrie. |