The Country-mans care in choosing a Wife:
OR, A young Batchelor hard to be pleased.
A wife he'l have, yet will be sure to chuse
One that he loves, the rest he doth refuse;
And many sorts of Maids, he by hath past,
Being all unfit for him; until at last
Upon a Farmers daughter he doth pitch,
That's a good Huswife, vertuous, neat, and Rich:
Tune of, I'le have one I love, etc. Or, The Yellow-hair'd Laddy.
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I Am a brisk Youngster,
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and fain would be Wed,
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And have a good Wife,
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for to please me in Bed:
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But I fear that in chusing,
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she should me beguile:
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Then i'le have one I love,
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though I live the less while.
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I'le not have a Girl that
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is bred at the Court,
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For fear she be given
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to wanton and sport:
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On every Gallant
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she's apt for to smile,
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Then i'le have, etc.
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A Citizens Daughter
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I dare not to take,
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The steps of her Mother
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she'l never forsake:
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She'l make me look out,
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you may see them a mile,
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Then i'le have, etc.
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No maker of Buttons,
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nor yet of Bone-lace,
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Shall e're be my Love,
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though I dye on the place:
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Although they do mince it,
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and simper and smile;
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Yet i'le have one I love,
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though I live the less while.
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MY Hostesses Daughter
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she must be deny'd,
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Because that I fear
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she hath often been try'd:
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Be sure she would fit me,
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at Hedge, or at Stile,
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But i'le have one I love,
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though I live the less while.
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She that hath much Suitors,
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and's loath to be won;
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And many a Young-man
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she perhaps hath undone:
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It is not her cunning
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that shall me beguile,
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For i'le have, etc.
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A Wench that's imperious,
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and strives for to rule;
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If that I should take her,
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you'd count me a Fool:
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She wou'd make my Noddle
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as sore as a Bite,
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But i'le have, etc.
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And she that is proud,
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and hath nought to begin,
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I would not for such a one,
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give a Sleeves Pin:
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As soon as a better,
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my Bed she'l defile,
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Then i'le have, etc.
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I'le not have a Cook-Maid,
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for she is too black,
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And when she doth sweat,
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her Smock sticks to her Back:
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She'l scold and she'l brawl
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you may hear her a mile:
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But i'le have, etc.
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The Lass that is fair,
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to be sure she is proud,
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And she that is little,
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you know she is loud,
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Against a good Husband,
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they're apt to revile,
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Then i'le have, etc.
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But now for to tell you
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the depth of my mind,
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A Rich Farmers Daughter,
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I have in the Wind,
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For her I will Ride,
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if it be forty mile,
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And i'le have, etc.
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'Tis she is my Betty
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my Dear and delight,
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Who hath my affections,
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by day and by night:
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To her I will go,
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and i'le make her to smile,
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For i'le have my own Love,
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though I live the less while.
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