The Bugle-Bow:
OR,
A Merry Match of Shooting.
All you that do love Archery,
I pray you now for to draw nigh,
And you shall hear before you go,
The Shooting in the bugle-bow.
The Tune is, My Husband is a carpenter: or, the Oyl of care.
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UPon a time it chanced so,
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abroad as I did walk,
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So secretly, they did not know,
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I hard two Lovers talk:
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The one a pretty handsome Youth,
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the other a proper Maid,
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After a salute, they did dispute,
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beset with cupid's aid.
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With Kisses and with Complements,
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he did this Maiden greet,
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And courteously he did reply,
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O gallant Lady sweet.
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A match sweet Lady I would make,
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before from hence I go,
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If thou with me a part will take,
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to shoot in the Bugle-bow.
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Alas good sir you are deceiv'd,
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no part with you i'le be,
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I am to young, and skill have none
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in any Archery.
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Nor never had in all my life,
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the truth of all is so,
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Nor dare I not for fear of strife,
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to shoot in the Bugle-bow.
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Lady, I pray you be content,
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plead not your tender age,
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The Birds do sing in merriment,
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though pin'd up in a Cage.
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My love to you, I vow is true,
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though none thereof do know,
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Do not deny, this courtesie,
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to shoot in the Bugle-bow.
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Good sir, I thank you for your love
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which you do bear to me;
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But yet I further mean to prove,
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e're I a part will be:
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For why, much danger follow may,
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for ought that I do know,
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If I should yeild to you this day,
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to shoot in the Bugle-bow.
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FAir Lady, I know no danger
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that can to it belong;
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You know I am no stranger,
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then why should you fear wrong?
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O yield I pray, make no delay,
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but now some favour show;
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My part now take, for true-love sake,
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to shoot in the bugle-bow.
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But when this Damosel she did hear,
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her sweet-hearts kind reply,
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No longer she could then forbear
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his loving courtesie.
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Sweet-heart, said she, a part i'le be,
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ere I from you do go;
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Ile draw the string, and fear nothing
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to shoot in the bugle-bow.
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This Maid bent up her noble Bow,
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and strongly drew the String,
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Her Game it then so well did go,
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it made her for to sing.
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But yet the young-man plaid his part
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for he three for one did go,
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But lost the Game, yet nere the worse
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to shoot in the bugle-bow.
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But when this Game it ended was,
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this Damsel did reply:
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Good sir, you see this Game is lost,
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you can it not deny.
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Therefore I say if you will play
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once more before you go,
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Your part ile take, and not forsake,
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to shoot in the bugle-bow.
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That Match sweet-heart, it pleaseth me
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I will not it deny;
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I see thy skill in Archery,
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thou willing art to try.
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Therefore let's to it once again.
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our Archery to show,
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Thy part i'le take, and not forsake
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to shoot in the bugle-bow.
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But when the game it ended was,
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together this couple went,
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Amends this Damosel for to make,
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it was his full intent:
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And he married her most willingly,
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for fear of further woe:
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His part she did take, and not forsake,
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to shoot in the bugle-bow.
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So to conclude you Maidens fair
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that now do hear this Song,
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These Lines I have dedicated here,
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I hope will do no wrong;
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For they were write in merriment,
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as well you all may know,
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Of a Maid that willingly was bent,
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to shoot in the bugle-bow.
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