Opportunity Lost, Or  
The Scotch Lover Defeated.  
Here willy follows Peggy still  
But never attains to have his will  
His slowness caused the hasty Maid  
To call a Miller to her aid:  
Who nimbler than her Lover seized  
And strait her hasty passion eased.  
To a pleasant Northern tune.  
With Allowance.  
 
 

There was Lass our Town  
Slea Willy Stenson  
He loved a Lass was bonny and brown  
'twas pretty Peggy Benson.   

Each morn as he ganged to the field  
Slea Willy Stenson  
He waed some proof of kindness yield  
To plretty Peggy Benson.   

Her Beauty sea his heart had fired  
Slea Willy Stenson  
He could not tell what he desired  
Of pretty Peggy Benson.   

He followed her through Kirk and Kie  
Slay Willy Stenson,  
But guard not yet declare his we'll  
To pretty Peggy Benson.   

But once upon a Summer day  
Slea Willy Stenson,  
He ganged abroad a making hay  
with pretty Peggy Benson.   

He blithe and bonny was that day  
Slea Willy Stenson,  
'Cause he might wanton in the hay  
with pretty Peggy Benson.   

Quo he, dict Lass i'd lig thee down  
Slay Willy Stenson,  
An 'twon't for moiling thy green gown,  
my pretty Peggy Benson.   

The Lass replied it cost thee naught  
Slay Willy Stenson,  
Then lig me down and spare me not  
Quo pretty Peggy Benson.   

Gad quo the Lad, i se tell thee what  
Slay Willy Stenson,  
Ise even gang heam, and fetch my Cleak  
for pretty Peggy Benson.   

He went heam, and came again  
Slay Willy Stenson,  
But he found a Miller on her wem  
Oh filthy Peggy Benson.   

He wished his Cleak had been i'th' fire  
Slea Willy Stenson,  
Sen he had lost his heart's desire  
And pretty Peggy Benson.   

She bade him come another day  
Slea Willy Stenson,  
She left him sad tripped away  
O naughty Peggy Benson.    

Printed for P. Brooksby in West-smithfield.