T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
“Sawney Was Tall and of Noble Race”
By Thomas D’Urfey (1653–1723)(From The Virtuous Wife, 1680) SAWNEY was tall and of Noble Race, | |
| And lov’d me better than any eane; | |
| But now he ligs by another Lass, | |
| And Sawney will ne’er be my love agen: | |
| I gave him fine Scotch Sarke and Band, | 5 |
| I put ’em on with mine own hand; | |
| I gave him House, and I gave him Land, | |
| Yet Sawney will ne’er be my Love agen. | |
| I robb’d the Groves of all their store, | |
| And Nosegays made to give Sawney one; | 10 |
| He kiss’d my Breast and feign would do more, | |
| Geud feth me thought he was a bonny one: | |
| He squeez’d my fingers, grasp’d my knee, | |
| And carv’d my Name on each green Tree, | |
| And sigh’d and languish’d to lig by me, | 15 |
| Yet now he wo’not be my Love agen. | |
| My Bongrace and my Sun-burnt-face, | |
| He prais’d, and also my Russet Gown; | |
| But now he doats on the Copper Lace, | |
| Of some lewd Quean of London Town: | 20 |
| He gangs and gives her Curds and Cream, | |
| Whilst I poor Soul sit sighing at heam, | |
| And near joy Sawney unless in a Dream, | |
| For now he ne’er will be my Love again. | |