The Longing Virgins Choice: OR, The Scotch Lasses Delight.  

Virgins all you that Coyness still persuades,  
Though 'gainst your wills you still continue Maids;  
Blush not at this, for though the Lass is kind,  
She's not to blame your all so in your mind:  
And fain would have the thing you dare not name,  
Sighing for that which she does boldy claim:  
Youngmen are kind, and would not see you want,  
If you but ask, what you desire they'll grant:  
Then let not Blushes o'er your pleasures swell,  
'Tis sure but scurvy leading Apes in Hell.   
To a Modish new Scoth Tune, Sung at the Duke's Playhouse.  
 

BOnny 'Las, gi'en thou art mine,  
and with twenty thousand pound about thee  
I'd scorn thy gudes for thee my queen,  
To lig the down on any Green,  
To show the how thy Daddy got thee.   

Bonny Lad gi'en thou art mine,  
and thousand Land about thee:  
I'd leave them awe to kiss thy Kneen,  
And gang with thee to any Green.  
To show the how thy Daddy got thee.   

A match, good faith, with thee i'll gang,  
with the my joy i'll would my lot be;  
To Kiss and Clip thee I do long,  
Yet bonny Lass i'll do no wrong,  
But show thee how thy Daddy got thee.   

Thy Ruby Lips with joy i'll Kiss,  
and on the Primrose-bank i'll put thee:  
And there we'll take our fills of Bliss,  
We'll both play fair and never miss,  
Whilst thou know'st how thy Daddy got thee   

Under the greenest Willow shade,  
to live and love each e'en our lot be,  
Where pretty Birds in Notes do spread,  
And that thou art no more a Maid,  
whilst I show how thy Daddy got thee.   
 

Under the Willow shades, quo I,  
what mean you in this place without me:  
Odds Bares, quo she, I tell no ley,  
I hither come with thee to try,  
and show me how my Daddy got me.   

Come ginn me then, my bonny Lad,  
thou'st shall have all that I can let thee:  
Come give me then what's to be had,  
Tickle my Pulse and make me glad,  
and show me how my Daddy got me.   

I liged me down then by her side,  
and muckly there I laid about me:  
To get a Bantling I applied,  
I speared her leave, but she denied,  
said I'll show how Daddy got me.   

Whelst thus we pass the time away,  
and in my arms I mean to put thee:  
Renewing pleasures with the day,  
I'll respite take ' and then i'll play,  
And show thee how the Daddy got thee.   

Don't leave me yet, me thinks 'tis Spring  
the Rose and Lilies bloom about me:  
And little Birds do joyous sing,  
In streams of pleasure sure I swim,  
whilst I learn how my Daddy got me.   

Enough my Lass, this time we's part,  
gang here to morrow i'll allot the;  
Oh! 'tis too long, thou'st break my heart,  
Less you a shorter time impart,  
to show again how Daddy got me.   

Then by this Kiss and Violets blue,  
when the Moon shines I will wait thee:  
And so i'll bid thee now adieu,  
My bonny Lad be sure ye do,  
and show me how my Daddy got me.    

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in Pie Corner.