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DIDDLE, DIDDLE (Or The Kind Country Lovers) Lavender's green, didle, didle Lavenders blue You must love me, diddle, diddle 'Cause I love you. I heard one say, diddle, diddle Since I came hither That you and I diddle, diddle Must lie together. My hostesse maid, diddle, diddle Her name was Nell, She was a Lass, diddle, diddle That I loved well, But if she dye Diddle, diddle, By some mishap, Then she shall lye, Diddle, diddle Under the Tap. That she may drink Diddle, diddle, When she is dry, Because she lov'd Diddle, diddle My Dog and I. Call up your Maids Diddle, diddle Set them to work, Some to make Hay, Diddle, diddle Some to the Rock. Some to make Hay, diddle, diddle, Some to the Corn Whilst you and I Diddle, diddle, Keep the bed warm. Let the birds sing, Diddle, diddle And the lambs play, We shall be safe Diddle, diddle Out of harms way. James at the George, Diddle, diddle Sue at the Swan He loves his maid Diddle, diddle She loves her man. But if they chance Diddle, diddle For to be found, Catch them i'th Corn Diddle, diddle Put them ith the pound. I heard a bird Diddle, diddle Sing in my Ear Maids will be scarce Diddle, diddle, The next New year. For young men are Diddle, diddle So wanton grown That they ne'r mind Diddle, diddle, Which is their own. Down in a Dale Diddle, diddle Where flowers do grow, And the Trees bud Diddle, diddle All on a row. A brisk young Man Diddle diddle Met with a Maid, And laid her down, Diddle, diddle Under the shade. Where they did play Diddle, diddle & Kiss & Court, Like Lambs in May Diddle, diddle Making fine sport. There lives a Lass Diddle, diddle Over the Green, She sells good Ale Diddle, diddle Think what I mean. Oft have I been Diddle diddle With her i'th the dark And yet I nere Diddle, diddle Shot at the mark. But now my Dear Diddle, diddle Have at thy bumm For I do swear Diddle, diddle Now I am come. I will be kind Diddle, diddle Until I dye, When prethee love Diddle, diddle My Dog & I. For thee & I Diddle, diddle Now are all one, And we will lye Diddle, diddle No more alone. London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke. [1674-1679] Play: LAVBLUE Tune of Lavender green, &c. With Allowance, Ro. L'Sttrange. @bawdy @sex filename[ LAVNDER2 WBO Apr98 |
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