The Happy Husbandman:
OR,
Country Innocence.
To a pleasant new Court Tune. This may be Printed, R. P.
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M Y young Mary do's mind the Dairy,
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while I go a Howing, and Mowing each morn
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Then hey the little Spinning-Wheel
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Merrily round do's Reel;
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while I am singing amidst the Corn:
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Cream and Kisses both are my Delight,
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And she gives me them, and the Joys of Night
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She's soft as the Air,
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As morning Fair,
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Is not such a maid a most pleasing Sight?
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While I whistle, she from the Thistle
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does gather Down, for to make us a Bed,
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And then my little Love does lye
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All the Night long and Dye
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[in the] kind Arms of her nown dear Ned ;
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There I tast of a delicate Spring,
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But I mun not tell you nor name the thing,
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To put you a Wishing,
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And think of Kissing,
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For Kisses cause sighs, and young men shou'd sing.
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Sedge and Rushes, and tops of Bushes
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shall thatch our Roof, & shall strow all our Floar,
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And then the pretty Nightingales
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Will fly from Groves and Dales
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to live with us, and we'll ne'er be Poor:
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Little Lambkins when ever they dye
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Will bequeath new Blankets to thee and I,
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Our Quilts shall be Roses
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Which June disposes;
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So warm and so sweet my young Love shall lye.
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Fountains pure, shall be thy Ewer,
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to sprinkle water upon thy fair Face;
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And near the little Flock shall Play,
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All the long Summers day;
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gentle white Lambs will adorn the place.
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Then at night we'll hie home to our Hive,
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And (like Bees) enjoy all the sweets alive:
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We'll tast all Love's Treasure,
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And enjoy that Pleasure,
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While others for Fame & for Greatness strive.
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No man's frowns are on the Downs,
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for truly there we most freely may sing,
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And kiss the pretty Nancies ,
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While Changes and Chances
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amuse all the Great, and Disturbance bring.
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We will with our young Lambs go to Bed,
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And observe the Lives that our Fathers led;
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We'll mind not Ambition,
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Nor sow Sedition,
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And leave State-Affairs to the States-man's Head.
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Oaten Reeds (those humble Weeds)
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shall be the Pipes, upon which we will play,
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And on the merry Mountain,
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Or else by a Fountain,
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we'll merrily pass the sweet Time away:
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Sure no mortal can blame us for this.
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And now mark the way of your London Miss,
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She masters your Breeches,
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And takes your Riches
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While we have more Joys by a harmless Kiss.
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No Youth here need Willow wear,
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no beauteous Maid will her Lover destroy;
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The gentle little Lass will yield
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In the soft Daizy Field,
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freely our pleasures we here enjoy:
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No great Juno we boldly defie,
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With young Cloris Cheeks, or fair Celia 's Eye,
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We let all those things alone,
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And enjoy our own,
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Every Night with our Beauties lye.
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