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R216196 1 She Scotch Hay-makers UNKNOWN She Scotch Hay-Makers NEar the Town of Taunton there lives a bonny Lass, / Who with her loving Mother sat chating on the Grass, As being in my Teens; then on my Breast he leans, / Now, tell me Mother, loving Mother, tell me what he means? [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 260 3: 261 THE / Taunton=Dean Damosel: / OR, THE / Pleasant discourse between Nelly and her Mother / as they were sitting in a Mcadow, on a May-morning. THE Taunton-Dean Damosel: OR, THE Pleasant discourse between Nelly and her Mother as they were sitting in a Meadow, on a May-morning. THE Taunton Dean Damsel: OR, THE Pleasant discourse between Nelly and her Mother as they were sitting in a Meadow, on a May morning. 1671-1671 J. Deacon

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NEar the Town of Taunton there lives a bonny Lass, Who with her loving Mother sat chating on the Grassr, Twas about the Month of May, to her Mother she did say, Theres lusty Robin would be bobbing, and the wanton play: Under my apron, when we are alone; And tells me with a smile that I am a Woman grown, As being in my Teens; then on my Breast he leans, Now, tell me Mother, loving Mother, tell me what he means? Mother he will kiss me a dozen times or more, And solemly declares that he has for me in store, A delightful pretty Toy, which would fill my Heart with joy, And charming pleasure out of measure, if Id not be coy, Like a rich Coral, it was, he cryd, Adornd with pretty Bells, and I cannot tell what beside: Then on my Breast he leans, and tells me of the Teens, Now, tell me Mother, loving Mother, tell me what he means?
When I came from Dancing last Holy-day at night He met me in the Meadow, and calld me his delight, Then with that he laid me down, for to give me a Green-gown There did he hug me, tease, and tug me, I at first did frown, But, ere we parted, he pleasd me so, That as I am a Maid was loath to let him go; Sure such a Gown of green, before I neer had seen, O, loving Mother, tell me, Mother, what did Robin mean? Then we went together along my Fathers Field He told me I had something that must not be conceald, Then he catchd me by the knees, and further by degrees, He likewise venturd, as we enterd, in a plat of Peas, Where he did tumble me all along, Declaing of a truth he would do me little wrong; Quoth he, we are not seen, were shelterd by the Green, Oh! loving Moiher, tell me, Mother, what did Robin mean? In the morning early he to my Chamber came, And told me that my Beauty, had put him in a flame; Yet I thought he did but flout, for I lookd me round about, And see no fire, he drew nigher, Id have thrust him out; But to my side, he so close did creep, That with his cunning tricks, he did spoil my Morning:slleep He on my Breast did lean, then got in between, Pray, loving Mother, tell me, Mother, what did Robin mean The MOTHERs Reply, Oh! you silly Bagage, her loving Mother soid, When he came to your Chamber, you should have calld for aid; Would you let him come to bed, now before that you was wed, By Cock and Bacon, he has taken, your dear Maiden-head; I am distracted this Day to see: But Nelly she replyd, It is all a case to me; I would have calld, Ill vow, but, faith, I knew not how, Then cease your passion, and vexation, who can help it now? If you will be quiet and cease your mournful tail, Ill go to honest Robin, I know I may prevail, If hes in merry vain, he will give it me again, But all your whinning, and your pining, Mother, is in vain; With that he Mother, she calld her whore; But Nelly she replyd, you was so your self before; I would have calld, Ill vow, but, faith, I knew not how, It was alloted he has got it, who can help it now?
London: Printed for J. Deacon, at the angel in guilt-spur-street