A New little Northren Song called,
Under and over, over and under,
Or a pretty new Jeast, and yet no wonder,
Or a mayden mistaken, as many now bee,
View well this glasse, and you may plainely see.
To a pretty new Northern tune.
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AS I abroad was walking,
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I heard two lovers talking:
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One to the other spake,
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of loves constancie:
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I ore a medow turning,
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upon a Summers morning:
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I heard these Lovers mourning,
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cause of loves cruelty.
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For under and over, over and under,
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under and over agen,
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quoth shee sweet heart I love thee,
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as maydens should love men.
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The young-man he replyed,
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and not her love denyed,
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Quoth hee I am affyed:
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in constancy to thee,
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The cast all sorrowes from thee:
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for I will never wrong thee,
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Sweet pleasures shall o'rethrong thee
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so thou bee true to me.
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For under and over, over and under,
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under, and over agen,
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I meane sweete heart to love thee,
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as mayds are lov'd of men.
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(Quoth she) my onely sweeting,
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men fayle oft in their meeting,
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Let me have faithfull greeting,
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or else depart for aye:
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O say not so my Jewell,
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for then you are to cruell,
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Yeeld Cupid's fixe more fewell,
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let not true love decay.
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For under and over, over etc.
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I love thee mine owne sweeting,
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as maydes are lov'd of men.
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Sayd shee, you men can flatter,
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(quoth he) sweete no such matter,
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With that amaine flung at her:
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and then began to play,
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Such kisses sweete he gave her,
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and often time did crave her,
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That he in love might have her:
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to sport with him all day.
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At under and over, over etc.
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yeeld thou to sport with me sweet
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as mayds doe sport with men.
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He by the white hand tooke her,
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and then in kindnesse shooke her,
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Swearing he had mistooke her:
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if now she prov'd unkind,
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Oh, yeeld my sweete unto me,
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or else you will undoe me,
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If thou no love wilt show me,
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to griefe I am assign'd.
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Then under and over, over etc.
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come sport with me my sweeting,
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as mayds doe sport with men.
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At length this Lasse consented,
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they both were well contented,
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And often times frequented,
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that lovely meadow greene,
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To gather lovely dazies,
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or sport in Cupid's mazes,
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I speake it to their praises:
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they merry there have beene.
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With under and over, over etc.
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These two did sport together,
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as women sport with men.
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Ere fortie weekes expired,
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this bonny Lasse was tyred,
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Her heart with love was fired:
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and growne so round before,
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This young man from her wanders,
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to France or else to Flaunders:
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Thus was she served with Flanders,
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her heart then waxed sore.
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With under and over, over etc.
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this mayd was wrong'd in earnest
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as mayds are wrong'd by men.
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The second part To the same tune.
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THen shee began to prattle,
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like one of Cupid's cattle,
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And dayly would she tattle,
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That her love was too unkind:
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Thus in distresse to leave her,
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and by his words deceave her,
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Which did of joyes bereave her,
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that shee was left behind.
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With under and over, over and under,
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under and over agen,
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she rayl'd against her sweet heart,
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as women rayle gainst men.
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Then shee unto her mother,
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complain'd before another,
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This fault she could not smother,
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her belly was so round:
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Quoth she) some comfort yeeld me,
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and from all shame pray shield me,
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For sorrowes Tyde hath fild me,
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that I am like to sound.
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With under and over, over and under,
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under and over agen,
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she gainst her love complained,
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as mayds complaine gainst men.
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Her mother straight perceived,
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her daughter was deceived,
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Which very much her grieved,
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but now for helpe she seekes,
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How to keepe her daughter
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from shame should follow after,
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And this same shamelesse matter,
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in private close shee keepes.
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With under and over, over and under,
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under and over agen,
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she sayes unto her daughter
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these are the trickes of men.
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In briefe she was delivered,
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the Carryer he was hyred.
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And she from thence was carryed
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to London with all speed:
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No one could be demurer,
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nor seeme a Virgin purer,
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Her carryage now did sure her,
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to bee a mayd indeed.
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With under and over, over and under
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shee vowes never to sport that way,
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that maydens use with men.
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Then in short time came to her.
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a Taylor and did woo her,
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He never could part fro her,
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till she was made his wife:
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He for a mayd did take her,
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and vowd ne're to forsake her
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But still be her partaker,
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And love her as his life.
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With under and over, over etc.
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She vow'd ever to love him still,
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as women doe love men.
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Thus were her griefes converted,
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and she was now light hearted,
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Being so well supported,
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by her new wedded mate,
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She now was freed from mourning,
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her griefe to joyes were turning,
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She now liv'd voyd of scorning,
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dissension and debate.
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With under and over, over and under,
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shee vow'd ever to love him still,
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as women doe love men.
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