You pretty little Ladies will do so.
Or, A Match made up against the Whitson-Holidays.
This Dity was compos'd, the truth is so,
By a Young-man that did a Maiden wooe;
He met with her under a shady Bower,
And made a Lady of her in an hour.
All you Young-men that know not how to wooe,
Give ear to this, 'twill teach you what to do.
To the Tune of, Lusty Bacchus, etc.
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FOrth walking in the Summers time
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When Flora's flowers were in their prime
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Under a sweet perfum'd shade,
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I saw a Young-man and a Maid,
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With complements he did her crave,
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Something which he desired to have,
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But to this question she said no,
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You pretty little Ladies will do so,
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The gallant Youth to her did say,
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I'le make of thee a Lady gay,
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I'le deck thy head like Loves fair Queen
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And Cloath thee in a Gown of green:
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Sweet Lady shall this bargain hold
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Kiss on condition make me bold,
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What though at first you said me no;
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You pritty little Ladies will do so.
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Sweet sir, she thus reply'd again,
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Spend not your breath and time in vain,
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For any thing you crave of me,
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I will deny it certainly,
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And whatsoever you do say,
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I'le answer you another way,
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And when you ask me, I'le say no;
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Quoth he, you pretty Ladys will do so
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Lady said he, it is my choice,
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When I shall elevate my voice,
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For to record a true-Loves song:
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In which I mean no Goddess wrong,
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Will you deny to bear a part
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And forth-with break my love-sick heart,
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Will you; quoth he, she answered no;
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You pritty little Ladies will do so-
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IIf I should ask you to do this
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To inrich my lips with on sweet kiss,
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It would better be ten thosand fold
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To me, than was great Craesus gold
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One hony kiss will end the strife
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If other wise 'twill cost my life,
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Shall I dye or live, say I or no:
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You pretty little Ladies can do so.
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My person pure, my heart and hand,
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Shall ever be at thy command;
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I'le ride and run at your desire,
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Through water cold, or flames of fire,
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What is't that i'le not undertake,
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If I could once but hear thee speak
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One loving word to ease my woe?
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You pretty Ladies, etc.
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This is the prime time of the year,
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This is time to make good chear,
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This is the time call'd Whitsontide,
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This time I will make thee my Bride,
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If you thereto will give consent,
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This match we never need repent,
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Both hand in hand, to Church wee'l go.
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You pretty Ladies will do so.
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Five hundred pound I have said he,
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All which I will bestow on thee,
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Besides Corn, sheep, and Cattle store
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And all that I have spoke before:
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you shall have servants great and small,
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To wait on you when e're you call,
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What you'l have done command them do
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You pretty little Ladies will do so.
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You shall be fed with diet fine,
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Your drink shall be the purest wine,
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The rarest Musick can be had,
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Chearfully shall play to make you glad
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And when you hear the Musick sound,
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If't please you for to dance a round,
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And nimbly trip it with the toe,
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You pretty little Ladies can do so.
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When she had heard his complement,
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And he related his intent;
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About his neck her arms she clips,
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And with sweet kisses imbalm'd his lips
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And in requital of her pain
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He pay'd her with the like again:
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She left her note of answering no;
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You pretty little Ladies will do so.
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At length being ravished both with joy,
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One to the other seem'd not coy,
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But on a sudden down they fell,
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How he came of I cannot tell,
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But sure they drive some pretty trade,
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Cupid and Venus lent them aid:
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They did as other Lovers do:
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You pretty little Ladies will do so.
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