Wo'as me poor Lass! what mun I do? Gin I did my bonny _Sawney_ slight, He now gangs a blither Lass to woo, And I alene poor Lass ligs ev'ry Night. Curse on Fickleness and Pride, By which we silly Women are undone: What my _Sawney_ begg'd and I deny'd Alass! I long to grant, but now he's gone. When he was kind I made a Strife, Yet I then deny'd with mickle Woe; For he su'd as gin, he begg'd for Life, And almost dy'd poor Lad! when I said no: Well I keen'd, he woo'd to wed, Yet fear'd to own, I lov'd the canny Loon; Ah would he have stay'd he might have sped, Waa's me! why would my _Sawney_ gang so soon. _A_ SONG. [Music] Richest Gift of lavish Nature, Matchless darling of my Heart; Ah! too dear, too charming Creature, You on Earth a Heav'n impart. Rapt in Pleasure past expressing, I with Bliss almost expire; Cou'd we still be thus possessing, God's who would your State desire. Kindling Glances quickning Kisses, That like Time so soon are past; Crowding Joys to eager Blisses, Still renewing may you last: Nor by a fantastick Fashion, Being lawful please the less; But may I indulge my Passion, Blest in none but her I bless. TOM _Tinker_. [Music] _Tom_ Tinker's my true love, and I am his Dear, And I will go with him his Budget to bear; For of all the young Men he has the best luck, All the Day he will Fuddle, at Night he will ---- This way, that way, which way you will, I am sure I say nothing that you can take Ill. With Hammer on Kettle he tabbers all Day, At Night he will tumble on Strumil or Hay; He calls me his Jewel, his delicate Duck, And then he will take up my Smicket to ---- _This way_, &c. _Tom Tinker_ I say was a Jolly stout Lad, He tickled young _Nancy_ and made her stark mad; To have a new Rubbers with him on the Grass, By reason she knew that he had a good ---- _This way_, &c. There was an old Woman on Crutches she came, To lusty _Tom Tinker_, _Tom Tinker_ by Name; And tho' she was Aged near threescore and five, She kickt up her Heels and resolved to ---- _This way_, &c. A beautiful Damsel came out of the West, And she was as Jolly and brisk as the best; She'd Dance and she'd caper as wild as a Buck, And told _Tom_ the _Tinker_, she would have some ---- _This way_, &c. A Lady she call'd him her Kettle to mend, And she resolved her self to attend; Now as he stood stooping and mending the Brass, His Breeches was torn and down hung his ---- _This way_, &c. Something she saw that pleased her well, She call'd in the _Tinker_ and gave him a spell; With Pig, Goose and Capon, and good store of suck, That he might be willing to give her some ---- _This way_, &c.