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 NEW SONG! 
 
 Befs the G a wide. 
 Blvthe was She. 
 
 
 
 Yorkfhireman in London. 
 Pray Goody. 
 
 Newcafi'ie upon Tyne : 
 
 Piinte^ by J. Mai foal!, in the Old Fiefo-MMet, 
 
 i'/here 'may clfo be had* a large and inieresth'g, CoItJctkn 
 of $t,n*sj L'ji/rJsf Takt) Historicf, 
 
Befs, the Gawkie, 
 
 BLYTHE young Befs to Jean did fay, 
 will ye gang to yon funny brae,' 
 Where flocks do feed, and herds do ilra\\ 
 
 And fport a while wi' Jamie ? 
 Ah, na ! lafs, Pli no gang there, 
 Nor about Jamie tak a care, 
 Nor ajjput Jamie tak a care, 
 For he's ta'en up wi* Maggie ; 
 
 For, hark, and I will tell you, lafs, 
 Did I not fee young Jamie pafs, 
 "Wi' meikle blythenefs in his face, 
 
 Out o'er the mmr to Maggie : 
 I wat he gae her mony a kits, 
 .And Maggie took them nae amifs j 
 'Tween ilka fmack pleas'd her wi* this — - 
 
 That Befs was but a gawkie ! 
 
 For when a civil kifs I flek. 
 
 She turns her head, and thraws her cheek 
 
 And for an hour (he'll hardly fpeak j 
 
 Wha'd no ca'her a gawkie ? 
 Buffuremy Pvlaegie has mair.fenfc, 
 She'il gie a fcore without offence ; ' 
 Now ine me ane into the rfteiifei . 
 
 And ye fhall be mv dawtie. 
 
O Jamie, ye hae mony taen, 
 But I will never ftand for ane, 
 Or twa, when we do meet again, 
 
 So ne'er think me a gawkie. 
 Ah, na ! Ms, that canna be, 
 Sic thoughts as thefe are far frae me, 
 Or ony that fweet face that fee, 
 
 E'er to think thee a gawkie. 
 
 But, whifht ! nae mair o' this we'll fpeak, 
 For yonder Jamie does us meet ; 
 Inftad of Meg, he kifs'd fae fweet, 
 I trow, he likes the gawkie. 
 
 dear Beis, I hardly knew, 
 
 When I came by, your gown fae new ; 
 
 1 think you've got it wet wi' dew : 
 
 Quoth flie, that's like a gawkie. 
 
 It's wet wi' dew, and 'twill get rain, 
 And Til get gowns when it is gane ; 
 Sae ye may gang the gate ye came, 
 
 And tell it to your dawtie. 
 The guilt appear'd in Jamie's cheek ; 
 He cried, O cruel maid, but fweet, 
 If I Ihould gang another gair, 
 
 I ne'er fhould fee my dawtie. 
 
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 The lafies fall frae him they flew, 
 Arid left poor Jamie fair to rue, 
 That ever Maggie's face he knew, 
 
 Or e'er ca'd Befs a sfawkie. 
 As they gaed o'er the muir they fang ; 
 The hills and dales with echo rang, 
 The hills and dales with echo rang, 
 
 " Gang o'er the muir to Maggie." 
 
 Blythe Was She. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Blythe, blythe and merry was me, 
 
 Blythe was fhe but and ben ; 
 Blythe by the banks of Ern, 
 And blythe in Glenturit glen. 
 
 Y Oughtertyre grows the aik, 
 
 On Yarrow banks, the birken maw $ 
 But Phemie was a bonnier lafs 
 Than braes o' Yarrow ever faw. 
 Blythe, &c. 
 
 Her looks were like a flow'r in May, 
 Her fmile was like a fimmer morn : 
 
 She tripped by the banks of Ern, 
 As light's a bird's upon a thorn. 
 Blythe, &c. 
 
Her bonnie face it was as meek 
 
 The evening fun was ne'er fae fweet 
 As was the blink o* Phemie's e'e, 
 Blythe, &c. 
 
 The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, 
 And o'er the Lowlands I hae been ; 
 
 But Phemie was the biytheit lafs 
 That ever trode the dewy green. 
 Biythe, &c. 
 
 1[THEN firftin London I arriv'd, 
 
 When firft in London i arriv'd, 
 'Midft heavy rain and thunder : 
 
 The boimieft lafs Vd ever feen, 
 I'd oft heard tell of a beauteous queen, 
 Dafli me, thinks I, I've found her. 
 
 I look'd at her, fhe look'd at me, 
 So bewitching-, fo bewitching- 5 
 
 I look'd at her, fhe look'd at me, 
 I look'd very fimple, 
 
 As ony lamb upon a lee ; 
 
 Torkjlrirernan in London. 
 
 I 'fpied a bonny lais in green, 
 
Her cheeks were -ike the blooming role, 
 Which on the hedge ncgleclcd blows, 
 
 Her eyes were black as any floes, 
 And near her mouth a Simple, 
 
 I flood flock flill file did the fame ; 
 
 Gazing on her, gazing on her, 
 I flood Hock flill, file did the fame, 
 
 Thinks I, I've made a blunder. 
 Jufl tiien her cheeks <:urn'd deadly pale, 
 
 Says I, My love, what d'ye ail ? 
 Then {he told me a difmal tale, 
 
 That fhe was fcar'd with thunder. 
 
 Madam, fays I, and made my bow, 
 
 Scraping to her, fcraping to her, 
 Madam, fays I, and made my bow, 
 
 I'd quite forgotten t' weather ; 
 But if you will permifllon give, 
 
 I'll fee you home, where-e'er you live, 
 So fhe pop'd her arm right thro' my fleeve, 
 
 And off we fet together. 
 
 A bonny wild goofe chafe we had, 
 
 In an out fir, in an put fir, 
 A bonny wild gooie chafe we had, 
 
 The biller {tones fo gali'd me j 
 
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 At lad fhe brought me to a dooi\ 
 Where twenty lafles, hey, or more, 
 
 Came out to have a better glore 
 At Bumkin, as they cali'd me. > 
 
 Walk in, faid fhe, kind fir, to me, 
 
 Qnite politely, quite politely ; 
 Walk in, faid (lie, kind fir, to me," 
 
 Poor chap, fay they, he's undone. 
 Walk in, fays fhe, no, no, fays I, 
 
 For I've got other n(h to fry, 
 I've feen you home, fo now good bye, 
 
 I'm Yorkfhire tho' in London. 
 
 My pockets foon I rummiuVd over, 
 
 Cautious ever, cautious ever, 
 My pockets foon I rummifh'd over, 
 
 Found there a diamond ring, fir : 
 For I had this precaution took, 
 
 la eae% to flick a fmall fiih-'iook, 
 So in grapiing for my pocket book, 
 
 The barb had firip'd her finger. 
 
 Three weeks I've been in London town, 
 
 Living idle, living idle, 
 Three weeks Fve been in London town, 
 
 It's time to go to work, fir 3 
 
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 For I've fold the ring, and here's the brafs, 
 
 I have not play'd the filly afs, 
 It will do to toatt a London lais, 
 
 When I get back to Yorkshire. 
 
 Pray Goody, 
 
 RAY, Goody, pleafe to moderate 
 The rancour of your tongue ; 
 Why flafh thofe iparks of fury from your 
 eyes ? 
 
 Remember when the judgment's weak, 
 The- prejudice is flrong : 
 A ftr anger why will you defpife ? 
 Ply me, 
 Try me, 
 Prove ere you deny me; 
 If you call me off you blaft me. 
 Never more to rife. 
 
 FINIS,