The merry Countrey MAIDS ANSWER
To the Countrey Lovers Conquest:
Exactly a description she doth make
And gets it Printed for her Sweet-hearts sake
Of all his Courting Complements and Lyes,
His proper person, and his quallities
The match is half made up, you'l say good sirs,
For she hath his good will, he wanteth hers.
The Tune is, Once I Lov'd a Lass with a Rowling Eye.
|
O Nce I knew a Lad
|
with a brazen face
|
His Carriage was so bad
|
When he did me imbrace
|
That I could not love him,
|
had he bags of Gold
|
Money shall not tempt me.
|
I will not be fool'd,
|
I could not endure him
|
truth I do not mock,
|
'Cause that in his Cradle
|
he received a knock.
|
Y ou heard how this clown
|
began to Complement,
|
Though maids did on him frown,
|
he gave himself content.
|
He was mighty gallant
|
being Cloathed in Gray
|
He thought no girle in the Nation,
|
ere would say him nay
|
But this is my humour,
|
Since that maids may Choose
|
I scorn such silly fellows,
|
ere should wipe my shooes.
|
|
|
|
|
The Second Part to the same Tune.
|
T His same simple fellow
|
void of wit or grace,
|
Made bold attempt,
|
and stair'd me in the face.
|
He made no other question,
|
but I were his own,
|
As by these following verses
|
to you shall be shown,
|
To this height and bigness
|
he could Crack and lie,
|
Yet our folkes can witness
|
he were scarce Hog high.
|
Of his house and Land,
|
he would brag and boast,
|
Ift was worth twenty pound,
|
I'me sure that was the most,
|
Likewise of his Cattle
|
he did often prate.
|
His tongue went prittle prattle.
|
to get him a mate,
|
His case I never pity'd,
|
cause his means were small
|
Besides he was half witted
|
wich was worst of all.
|
Sarah said he danc'd,
|
just like to a Clown.
|
Nan did vow and swear,
|
the boyes would put him down
|
Doll and Sue and Prudence
|
could not him abide,
|
Though Frank smil'd upon him
|
she did him deride.
|
He was such a fellow,
|
when he danc'd a Jig
|
He kist like [P]unchanello
|
or a sucking Pig.
|
The space of half an hour
|
this Lobcock he did prate
|
I had no other power
|
but lay him o're the pate,
|
When he understood
|
I could not him abide,
|
H e in a sullen mood
|
then Sate him down and Cried.
|
Quoth his foolish mother,
|
why art thou so slack.
|
Once again go try her,
|
clapping him o'th back.
|
Then undauntedly,
|
without wit or fear,
|
H e to my face did say
|
that I must be his dear.
|
Although I did stave him,
|
he was impudent,
|
In truth I would not have him
|
if he owned Kent.
|
Thus he was deceived
|
as you plainly see,
|
Cause our Resolutions,
|
could not well agree.
|
H e need not Leap for joy,
|
of any thing he gain'd.
|
Nor made the Wo[r]ld to know
|
a Wife he had obtain'd
|
For rather then I'le marry,
|
such a Clownish Jack
|
I'l buy a witty fellow,
|
Cloaths to put on s back
|
Though some fools have Fortune
|
this we daily see
|
And doth Conquer many,
|
None shall conquer me
|
|
|
|
|