%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An excellent new Song lately / composed, entituled I'le o're / Bogie we him. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/15/2014 34184

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T183897 ALL Batchelers and Lasses / I Pray you now darw near, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 77 An excellent new Song lately / composed, entituled I'le o're / Bogie we him. An excellent new Song lately composed, entitled I'll over Bogie we him. ?-?

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ALL Batchelers and Lasses I Pray you now draw near, And do you hold your Passion, A Story you shall hear, Of a young wanton Lassie, That would not Counciled be, But she would over Gady, Her Fortaine for to see. Ill o're Bogie we my Love, Io're Bogie we him, And all my Kine had Sworn and said Io're Bogie we him. My Love's a Valiant Highland Man and true to his King. A Pair of Pistols by his side, and a well hung Loom, He Courted me with Complements that did intice me so, That I would leave my Parents, and over Gaudy go, Io're Bogie. etc. He asked my Hair in Complement for to make me a Wig, And long or e'rn we parted he bored my Whirle-gige, He Fufled all my Petticoat, and felled about my Spare, He ne're would be contented, untill that he felled mair, Ill o're Bogie. etc. He laid me down upon my back, and all my Buttocks bair, And he pull'd out an Instrument, that coued me to a Hair, He took the Sheers into his Hand, he cowed my Head full bare, But immediately thereafter, he Swore that I had mair, l'll o're Bogie, etc. He might have been a Minister, he was a Lairds Son, For ne're a Hole that he could see but he would fain been in, Pray take from me my Rock Mother but and my Spining While, I'll o're Bogie we my Love, tho I should ne're do well, Io're Bogie, etc. O my dearest Daughter, why will you say so, Will ye leave Father and Mother. and over Gaudie go, Go home, go home old Mother, go home and Sell your Ale, I wish that all your Barrals break and ye get little seal, I'll o're Bogie, etc. Altho the Night were ne're so dark blowing [both] Wind and Rain, [I'll o're Gaudy we] my Love, [and will not it Refrain,]
And out then came her Father dear, and angry was he then, Says Daughter for my Bennision foresake that Highland Man, I'll o're Bogie, etc. Go home, go home my Father dear, go home and Sow your Corn, I wish that never more come up, but Thristle, Brier and Thorn, And now my dearest Lover, Come lets us mount and go, And we will ovet Gady, my dear it shall be so, I'll o're Bogie,etc- Soon on Monday Morning, by Dawning of the Day. While Phebus was adorning, They both have gone away, With hassing and with Kissing, she went into his Arms, With great Love to adore him, Yeilding all Mortal Charms, I'll o're Bogie, etc. And now this Prety Damasel, that ne're would Counciled be, Shes over Gady with her Love, her Fortune for to see, But when some Weeks were gone & past- this Lass with Child did prove, Her sweet Heart's gone and left her and choist another Love, I'll o're Bogie, etc. But now this Prety Damasel, knows none that will provide, For her and her young Baby, for them for to get Bread, She's come home to her Father and to her Mother now, And says her Disobedience, full sore she does rue. I'll o're Bogie, etc. Her Parents did refuse her, so she must go away, To beg with her young Bastard, for many a year and Day, Come all ye Prety Demasals, take warning here I Pray, Have not a light Beheavour, Your Parents do Obey, I'll o're Bogie, etc. Likewise a Lesson take by me, of Loving of young Men, Least you do prove with Child, they go and leave you then, I'll o're Bogie we my Love, I'll o're Bogie we him, And all my Kine had sworn and said I'll o're Bogie we him.
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