The bonny Scot: or, The yielding lass. To an excellent new tune. This may be printed, R.P. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B01697 of text xxx in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing B3604). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B01697 Wing B3604 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.40.m.9.[60] 99885276 ocm99885276 182214 2248536182

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B01697) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182214) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:2[62]) The bonny Scot: or, The yielding lass. To an excellent new tune. This may be printed, R.P. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for E. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner., [London] : [1700?] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "As I sate at my spinning-wheel ..." Imperfect: sheet cut and mounted; mutilated, affecting imprint. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 18th century. eebo The bonny Scot: or, The yielding lass : To an excellent new tune. This may be printed, R.P. [no entry] 1700 2 398 2 0 0 0 0 0 50.25 D The rate of 50.25 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2012-06 Assigned for keying and markup 2012-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2012-08 Sampled and proofread 2012-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2013-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE Bonny SCOT: OR , The Yielding LASS . To an Excellent New Tune .

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spinning wheel

AS I sate at my Spinning-Wheel , a bonny Lad there passed by , I keen'd him round , and I lik'd him wee l geud Faith he had a bonny Eye : My Heart new panting , 'gan to teel , But still I turn'd my Spinning-Wheel Most gracefully he did appear , As he my presence did draw near , And round about my slender Waste , He clasp'd his Arms and me embrac'd : To kiss my hand he down did kneel , As I sate at my Spinning-Wheel .

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My Milk-white Hand he did extol , And prais'd my Fingers long and small , And said , there was no Lady fair , That ever could with me compare : Those pleasing words my Heart did feel , But still I turn'd my Spinning-wheel . Altho' I seemingly did chide , Yet he would never be deny'd , But did declare his love the more , Vntill my Heart was wounded fore ; That I my love could scarce conceal , But yet I turn'd my Spinning-wheel . As for my Yarn , my Rock , and Reel , And after that my Spinning-Wheel , He bid me leave them all with speed , And gang with him to yonders Mead : My panting Heart strange flames did feel , Yet still I turn'd my Spinning-wheel . He stopt and gaz'd and blithly said , Now speed thee wee l my bonny Maid , But if thou 'st to the Hay-Cock go , I 'll learn thee better Work I trow ; Geud Faith I lik'd him passing wee l , But still I turn'd my Spinning-wheel . He lowly vail'd his Bonnet ost , And sweetly Kist my Lips so soft , Yet still between each honey Kiss , He urg'd me gang to farther bliss ; 'Till I resistless fire did feel , Then let alone my Spinning-wheel . Among the pleasant Cocks of Hay , Then with my bonny Lad I lay , What Damsel ever could deny , A Youth with such a Charming Eye ? The pleasure I cannot reveal , It far surpast the Spinning wheel .

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