SUSAN's Courtship:
Or,
Sweet William Woo'd by the Farmer's Daughter of Devonshire.
To the Tune of, The bonny Grey ey'd Morn. Licensed according to Order.
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Sweet William, Prithee tell me, wilt thou wed,
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And ease a Virgin of her Maiden-head?
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Did you not promise me last Whitsontide
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That then you'd make me your Beloved Bride?
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Yet you have not; Why do you serve me so?
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Pray will you have me, tell me, ay, or no?
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Susan, quoth William, make not such a din,
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I han't a Hat for to be Marry'd in.
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If that be all, take thou no thought, my Dear,
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I have a high-crown'd Hat thou needst not fear,
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Which was my Grany's forty Years ago,
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The which on thee, my Billy, I'll bestow;
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The Crown's torn out, but I'll mend that again:
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Now wilt thou Marry me, Love, tell me plain?
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Susan, quoth Billy, make not such a din,
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I han't a Neck Cloath to be Marry'd in.
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We will not balk or starve a Cause she cry'd,
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For of a truth thou may'st be satisfy'd,
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A Neck-cloath shall not part us, Love, quoth Sue,
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Ad's fut I have a Pudding-bag or two,
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With them I'll make a Cravat for my Dear:
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Wilt have me, now? Speak with a merry chear.
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Susan, quoth Billy, make not such a din,
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I han't a Coat for to be Marry'd in.
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If thou the Mariage-state will but promote,
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Be of good Comfort, thou shalt have a Coat
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Made of a Blanket, Love, to keep thee arm;
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And theefore Billy, prithee now conform
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To my Desire; let us May'd be,
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Thou know'st I ever had a love for thee.
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Susan, quoth Billy, keep not such a din,
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I han't a Shirt for to be Marry'd in.
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Intoth, quoth Susan, that is something hard,
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I have two Smocks, cost me a groat a Yard
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And one of them, Love, with a free good will,
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If thou thy former Promise wilt fulfil,
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In taking Susan for thy loving Wife,
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Introth, I'm weary of a single life.
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Susan, quoth Billy, make not such a din,
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I have no Breeches to be Marry'd in.
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Hast thou no Breeches, that's a piteous case,
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Yet if thou wilt my proffer'd Love embrace,
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My under-petticoat, geud faith, I'll break,
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And with the same a pair of Breeches make;
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For I would fain be Marry'd out of hand,
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Let us no longer, Love, disputing stand.
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Susan, quoth Billy, talk of no such thing,
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I have no Coyn to buy a Wedding-ring
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Billy, quoth she, introth I would not scorn,
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For to be Marry'd with a Ring of Horn,
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Which you may with a penny buy fo me;
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'Tis good enough for such poor Flocks as we:
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And theefore let us make no more delay,
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I long to see that happy joyful day:
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Susan, quoth Billy, such a Ring, I fear,
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The name of Horns I can't endure to hear.
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If e're I Marry, dearest Love, behold,
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It shall be with a precious Ring of gold;
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Why then, quoth Susan, such a one I'll buy,
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Tho' for to purchase it I do let fly
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Not only Bracelets, but my Hood and Fan,
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For if I live I must enjoy a Man.
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Why then, quoth Billy, since it must be so,
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Provide a Ring, then to the Kirk we'll go
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London: Printed for J. Deacon, in Guilt-spur-street.
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