Diddle, Diddle. Or, The Kind Country Lovers. With sly insinuations he perswades her And by the bands of Love, along he leads her. Relating pleasant stories for to bind her And all to make her unto him prove kinder. And so in Love at last they live together With pleasant dayes enjoying one another. Tune of Lavender green, etc. With Allowance, Ro. L'Estrange.
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LAvenders green, didle, didle
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Lavenders blue,
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you must love me, diddle, diddle
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cause I love you.
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I heard one say, diddle, didle,
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since I came hither
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That you & I diddle, diddle,
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must lie together,
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My Hostesse maid, diddle, diddle
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her name was Nell,
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She was a Lass, diddle, diddle
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that I loved well.
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But if she dye Diddle, diddle,
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by some mishap,
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Then she shall lye, Diddle, diddle
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under the Tap.
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That she may drink Diddle, diddle,
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when she's a dry,
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Because she lov'd Diddle, diddle
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my Dog & I.
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Call up your Maids Diddle, diddle
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set them to work,
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Some to make Hay, Diddle, diddle
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some to the Kork.
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Some to make Hay, Diddle, diddle,
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some to the Corn
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Whilst you and I Diddle, diddle,
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keep the bed warm.
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Let the birds sing, Diddle, diddle
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and the lambs play;
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We shall be safe Diddle, diddle
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out of harms way.
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James at the George, Diddle, diddle
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Sue and the Swan,
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He loves his maid Diddle diddle,
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she loves her man.
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But if they chance Diddle, diddle
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for to be found,
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Catch them i'th Corn Diddle diddle
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put them ith pound.
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I heard a bird Diddle, diddle
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sing in my Ear
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Maids will be scarce Diddle, diddle,
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the next New year.
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For young men are Diddle diddle
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so wanton grown
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That they ne'r mind Diddle, didle,
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which is their own.
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Down in the Vale Diddle diddle
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where flowers do grow,
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And the Trees bud Diddle diddle
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all on a row.
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A brisk young man Diddle diddle
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met with a Maid,
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And laid her down, Diddle diddle
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under the shade.
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Where they did play Diddle, diddle
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& Kiss & Court,
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Like Lambs in May Diddle diddle
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making fine sport.
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There lives a Lass Diddle didle
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over the Green,
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She sells good Ale Diddle diddle
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think what I mean.
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Oft have I been Diddle diddle
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with her I'th dark
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And yet I nere Diddle diddle
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shot at the mark.
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But now my Dear Diddle diddle
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have at thy bumm
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For I do swear Diddle diddle
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now I am come.
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I will be kind Diddle diddle
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until I dye,
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Then pretheee love Diddle didle
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my Dog & I.
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For thee & I Diddle diddle
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now are all one,
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And we will lye Diddle diddle
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no more alone.
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