THE
Kentish Yeoman:
Containing, The Honest plain Wooing between a Young-Man of Maidstone , and Fair Su-
san of Ashford.
Tune is, The Ring of Gold. Licensed according to Order.
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A Wealthy Yeoman's Son,
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fancy'd fair Susan ,
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Thoughts in his mind did run,
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which he did muse on;
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Cupid (that crafty Lad)
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taught him his duty,
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Tho' she no portion had,
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but youthful Beauty.
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Often he sighing said,
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my dearest jewel,
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You have a Conquest made,
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O be not cruel,
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But grant what I will crave,
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to ease my anguish,
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A bleeding Lover save,
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why should I languish?
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The Damsel then reply'd,
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Sir, talk your pleasure,
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You may enjoy a Bride
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endow'd with Treasure;
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Gold, likewise Land good store
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for your Promotion,
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But I Alas! am Poor,
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and have no Portion.
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Thou art not Poor my Dear,
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natures perfection,
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Ten Thousand Charms appear
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in thy Complexion;
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The which I prize above
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the Gold of Cresus,
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I wed purely for love,
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That Jove may bless us.
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I love thee as my life,
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dearest believe me,
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And thou shalt be my Wife,
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if thou'lt receive me
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Into thy favour, Love
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do not deny me,
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I will most constant prove,
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sweet Creature try me.
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Said she, Shall I believe
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your protestations,
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Then hand and heart receive,
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but your Relations
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I fear will frown on me
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when I come near them,
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My dearest love (said he)
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thou needst not fear them.
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If that my Parents e'er
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scornfully slight thee,
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I'll take the greater care
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Love, to delight thee,
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E'er thou shalt suffer wrong,
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or grief attend thee,
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I'll rush into the throng,
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still to defend thee.
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Come let us plight our troth,
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why should we tarry,
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Fear not my Parents wrath,
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but let us marry,
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They'll soon be reconcil'd,
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tho' they may chide me,
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Having no other child
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alive beside me.
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