[D]ICK the Plowman
Turn'd Doctor.
OR, The Love-sick Maiden Cured.
Shewing how a Country Maid in Kent fell in love with her Fellow-Servant Dick the
Plowman, and how he Cured her Sick distemper.
To the Tune of, O Mother Roger, etc. This may be Printed, R. P.
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Y Ou Maidens all of London City,
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pray come nigh and lend an Ear,
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And th'event of this my ditty,
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to you all i'le make appear,
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'Tis such a one will make you smile,
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Make you smile. make you smile,
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Then pray Maidens stay a while,
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Some to hear't would come a mile
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But your hopes i'le not beguile,
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Nor your expectation spoil.
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Near Rochester in Kent there lived
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a brave lass whose name was Bess ,
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Such a prank you ne'r did hear of,
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as to you I will express:
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'Tis such a one will make you smile,
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Make you smile, make you smile,
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Then pray Maidens stay a while,
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Some to hear't would come a mile,
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But your hopes i'le not beguile,
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Nor your expectatoin spoil.
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Now this Maid was brisk and merry,
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and had all things at content,
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Hold! I do forget to tell ye,
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there was something that ill went:
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To be short Sir, this is it,
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This is it, this is it,
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That this Maid was very sick,
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Very, very, very Sick,
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Sick indeed, but pray for what,
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Oh! for somthing Dick has got.
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Dick the Plowman he was busie,
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and this Maid was sham'd to ask,
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Yet she thought with prithee, prithee,
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for to win him at the last:
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Yet this was no perfect cure,
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Perfect cure, perfect cure,
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For her grief increased more,
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More then e're it did before:
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A nd sick she was, but pray for what,
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Oh! for something Dick had got.
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One day when Dick was very jolly
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and as he was driving Plow,
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Then he spy'd her melancholly,
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ah! says Dick , how do you now,
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Ah! quoth she, i'm very sick;
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Very sick, very sick,
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O what shall I do my Dick ,
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I am very, very sick,
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Sick, says Dick, I pray for what,
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O, for something you have got.
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And Dick 'tis you can only Cure me,
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prithee do't before I go;
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Good now Richard , pray assure me,
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whether you will, aye or no:
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My dear Richard , don't deny,
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Neither from your promise flye;
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For my grievous malady,
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You can cure immediately,
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Then pray now Richard give me that,
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I need not name it, you know what.
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Prithee Betty how should I know,
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what the thing is that you mean,
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Then he sighed and cry'd Hi-ho,
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such a Fool was never seen:
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I must languish here and dye,
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Here and dye, here and dye,
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And can't have a Remedy,
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For my grievous mallady,
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Was ever there so dull a sot,
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That knows not yet what he has got.
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When they had understood each other,
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Dick for joy did leave his Plow;
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Gave his Whip unto his Brother,
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and he Swore he'd Cure her now,
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Then unto her straight he goes,
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And his skill to her he shows;
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Brisk and blith she then became,
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As any one upon the Plain:
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Now Maids you see what Dick can do,
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Then try if he can cure you too,
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FINIS.
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