Yellow-hair'd laddie/Roger and Dolly

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ROGER AND DOLLY.

To its own proper Tune.

AS Dolly was milking of the cows,
Young Roger came tripping it over the plain,
And made unto her most delicate bows,
And then he went tripping it back again.

My pretty sweet Roger, come back again,
My pretty sweet Roger, come back again,
For it is your company that I do lack,
Or else my poor heart will break in twain.

I winna come back, nor I canna come back;
I wonot, I cannot; no, no, not I:
And if 'tis my company that you do lack,
You may lack it until the day you die.

Oh! do you not mind the curds and cream,
And many a bottle of good March beer?
When you was going along with your team?
And then it was Dolly my own sweet dear.
But I winna come back, nor I canna come back, &c.