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DON'T BE IN SUCH A HURRY.
One winter‘s night, in am'rous mood,
I went to ſee my Sally,
The rain beat hard, the wind blew loud,
Which dreary made me dally:
'Twas late, and Sal had gone to bed,
I knock'd her in a flurry;
Make haſte, I cried; I'm here ſhe ſaid,
Don‘t be in ſuch hurry.
I went to ſee my Sally,
The rain beat hard, the wind blew loud,
Which dreary made me dally:
'Twas late, and Sal had gone to bed,
I knock'd her in a flurry;
Make haſte, I cried; I'm here ſhe ſaid,
Don‘t be in ſuch hurry.
Down ſtairs ſhe came and let me in,
All in her ſhift, I vow, ſir,
And though I wet was to the skin,
I felt I know not how, ſir:
I kiſs'd her lips, her bubbies preſt,
Which put me in a flurry;
With light‘ning in her eyes, ſhe cried,
Don‘t be in ſuch a hurry.
All in her ſhift, I vow, ſir,
And though I wet was to the skin,
I felt I know not how, ſir:
I kiſs'd her lips, her bubbies preſt,
Which put me in a flurry;
With light‘ning in her eyes, ſhe cried,
Don‘t be in ſuch a hurry.
Up ſtairs we went, and into bed,
Where love ſoon crown‘d our wiſhes
My vig‘rous nature ſoon was ſpent
In ſweet tranſporting bliſſes.
The morning came, I roſe to part,
When ſhe cried in a flurry,
Whene‘er ye come this way again,
Don‘t be in ſuch a hurry.
FINIS
Where love ſoon crown‘d our wiſhes
My vig‘rous nature ſoon was ſpent
In ſweet tranſporting bliſſes.
The morning came, I roſe to part,
When ſhe cried in a flurry,
Whene‘er ye come this way again,
Don‘t be in ſuch a hurry.
FINIS
