The North Country lovers:
Or: The plain Downright wooeing between John and Joan.
A Pleasant new Song as it was sung before the Court at Windsor.
Johney Addresses to his Joan most dear
And on her Piggsneys casteth many a lear,
Telling her how he wealth and love had got
The which so far transports the subtel slut,
That unto Venus sport she drew him in
And in her mortrice fastened straight his pin
To a New tune. Quoth John to Joan.
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John.
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QUoth John to Joan what wilt thou have me,
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I prithee now do and i'le marry with thee,
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My Cow and Calf my house and Rents
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And all my Lands and Tenments.
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Say my Joan, say my Joan will not this do,
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I connot I connot come every every day to woe.
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[I have Coyn and Hay in the Barn hard by
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and three fat Hogs pend up in the sty,
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I have a mare and she is cole black
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I ride on er Taile instead of er back
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Say my Joan, say my Joan what wilt thou do,
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I connot I connot come every every day to woe.
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I have a Choose upon the shelf]
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In the Nook of a Chimney instead of a Bag.
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Say my Joan, say my Joan will not this do,
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I connot I connot come every every day to woe.
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To marry I would have thy consent
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But I faith I connot complement,
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I connot court but hey gee who
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[Such as I lay at Cart or Plow,
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Say my Joan, say my Joan what wilt thou do
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I connot nounds I connot come every day to woe.
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Joan.
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What i'st my John that thou wouldst ha
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A milkling I must and cannot stay,
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Ile hear mine Kine begin to mooe,
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And ise must dable in the dew.
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Then say me John say me John what wouldst thou do]
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Come shall we gang to yonder hedge
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To see if Margery be fledge,
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Or ise tomorrow gang to kirk
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And i'le proved for thee a Sirk,
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Say my John say my John what wouldst thou do
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Since you connot, etc.
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John.
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Udswbs i[']se like it wondrous well
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But think'st thou that the hedge wont tell
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For if it should by these new shoone
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Ise in revenge would cut it down,
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Then say my Joan say my Joan wilt thou do
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I connot I connot, etc.
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Joan.
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Ise under yond broad Oak will lye
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Upon mine back to see the Skye,
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But first you shall sear on my paile
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That you to morrow will not fail.
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Say my John say my John what wilt thou do
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Since you connot, etc.
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John.
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Now we are come unto the place
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Let me my pretty Pig embrace,
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To morrow for the marriage day
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And then the Priest will bid us play.
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Say my Joan say my Joan shall I do
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I connot, etc
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Joan.
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But after this now we must part
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Which grieves poor Joan unto the heart,
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But till tomorrow we divide
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And then Ise shall be Johney's bride
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Say my John say my John when must we do
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Since you connot , etc.
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[ John.
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I marry that thou and have all
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That thy Johney his own can call
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Farwell then till tomorrow day
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And then wee'l freely sport and play
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Say my Joan say my Joan is not this true
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Seeing I connot I connot come ever every day to woe]
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