Pretty KATE of Edinburgh: BEING A New Scotch Song, Sung to the King at WINDSOR.  
 
 
Just when the young and blooming Spring had melted down the winter Snow,  
And in the Grove the Birds did sing their charming Notes on every Bough:  
Poor Willy sat bemoaning his fate, and woeful state, for loving, loving, loving,  
and despairing too, alas! he'd cry, that I must die, for pretty Kate of Edenbrough.  
 
 

WIlly was late at a Wedding-house,  
where Lords and Ladies danced all a-row,  
But Willy none so pretty a Lass,  
as bonny Kate of Edinburgh;  
Her bright eyes, with smiling joys,  
did so surprise,  
And something, something, something,  
else that shot him through:  
Thus Willy lies entranced in joys,  
with pretty Kate of Edinburgh.   

The God of Love was Willy's Friend  
and cast an eye of pity down,  
And straight a fatal Dart did send  
the cruel Virgin's heart to wound:  
Now every Dream is all of him,  
who still does seem  
More lovely, lovely, lovely,  
since the Marriage Vow:  
Thus Willy lies entranced in joys,  
with pretty Kate of Edenbrough.   

Now Willy thinks his happiness,  
all other Creatures do exceed,  
His tongue cannot his joys express,  
since Kate and he are well agreed:  
Both day and night her beauty bright,  
is his delight,  
And nothing, nothing, nothing,  
else can Willy do,  
But sound her Fame, and praise the Name  
of pretty Kate of Edenbrough.   

Cupid with his love doth bless,  
granting him his hearts desire,  
He doth continually express,  
how that his heart is all on fire;  
He feels no pains, amidst his Chains,  
but still remains  
A wounded, wounded, wounded  
lover, firm and true;  
And all his prate is now of late,  
of pretty Kate of Ededbrough.   

He swears her eyes are full of charms,  
enough to conquer all the World,  
Her Smiles secure him from all harms,  
her Locks they are so nearly curled;  
That in his mind he ne'er shall find,  
since she proves kind,  
A Lover, Lover, Lover.  
like his Katy true;  
And doth express his happiness,  
in pretty Kate of Edenbrough,   
FINIS.   

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