Annotation:Patie and Peggy

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PATIE AND PEGGY. English, Air (whole time). D Major. Standard tuning (fiddle). AABBCCDD. Patie and Peggy: or, The Fair Foundling (1730) was a Scotch ballad opera by Theophilus Cibber staged at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane. "Patie and Peggy" is also the name of a dialogue song by poet and playwright Allan Ramsay (1686-1758), first printed in a single sheet and later reprinted into his first collection of poems (1721) and then introduced into the second act of his masterwork The Gentle Shepherd (1725).

'Patie and Peggy', a youth comforts a weeping girl who sits by a pail; plate 9 of Alan Ramsay's 'Gentle Shepherd' as reworked for the 1808 Leith edition. 1788Etching and aquatint.

Patie:
BY the delicious warmness of thy mouth
And rowing eye, which smiling tells the truth,
I guess, my lassie, that, as well as I,
You ’re made for love, and why should ye deny?

Peggy:
But ken ye, lad, gin we confess o’er soon,
Ye think us cheap, and syne the wooing ’s done:
The maiden that o’er quickly tines her power,
Like unripe fruit will taste but hard and sour.

Patie:
But when they hing o’er lang upon the tree,
Their sweetness they may tine, and sae may ye;
Red-cheeked you completely ripe appear,
And I have tholed and wooed a lang half-year.

Peggy:
Then dinna pu’ me; gently thus I fa’
Into my Patie’s arms for good and a’.
But stint your wishes to this kind embrace,
And mint nae farther till we ’ve got the grace.

Patie:
O charming armfu’! Hence, ye cares away.
I ’ll kiss my treasure a’ the livelang day:
A’ night I ’ll dream my kisses o’er again,
Till that day come that ye ’ll be a’ my ain.

Chorus:
Sun, gallop down the westling skies,
Gang soon to bed, and quickly rise;
O lash your steeds, post time away,
And haste about our bridal day;
And if ye ’re wearied, honest light,
Sleep, gin ye like, a week that night.