The Valiant Dairy-Maid;
OR,
Three TAYLORS well Fitted.
Shewing how Three Taylors carried home Work to a Rich Farmers House, who having
kindly Entertain'd them, and pay'd them their Money, were afterwards set upon and Robbed by Honest Joan the Dairy-Maid; who Dressing her self in Mans Attire,
frighted the poor Taylors out of both Wit and Money, by vertue of a Rouling-Pin.
Being very Pleasant, full of Mirth, and worth your Money.
To the Tune of, My Child must have a Father; Or; Billy and Molly.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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THere were three Taylors, Taylors three,
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hey down, derry, derry,
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There were three Taylors, Taylors three,
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I mean to make you Merry:
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There was a Valiant Dairy-Maid,
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without a Sword or Gun Sir;
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But with a Rouling-Pin did put
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three Taylors the to Run Sir.
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Three Taylors once brought home their work
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unto a Farmer's House Sir;
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Who presently pass them their price,
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and gave them Beef and Sowse Sir:
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But 'twas the Valiant Dairy-Maid,
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without a Sword or Gun Sir;
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But with a Rouling-Pin did put
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three Taylors to the Run Sir.
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The Second part, To the same Tune.
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THey like three stout Champions did Eat
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the Farmer looked sowre,
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And warned them for to Retreat,
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lest they should him Devour:
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But Joan the Valiant Dairy-Maid,
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without a Sword or Gun Sir,
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But with a Rouling Pin did put
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three Taylors to the Run Sir.
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They eat the Meat, and pickt the Bone,
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and then they gang'd away Sir;
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Having their Money pay'd them down,
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they would no longer stay Sir:
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I'le fright the hungry Rogues, quoth Joan,
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without a Sword or Gun Sir;
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But with a Rouling-Pin i'le put
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these Taylors to the Run Sir.
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Her Master quickly gave consent,
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and put her on Apparel,
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'Twas so much Meat that they did eat,
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occasioned the Quarrel:
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The Maid reveng'd her Masters cause,
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without a Sword or Gun Sir;
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But with a Rouling-Pin did put
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these Taylors to the Run Sir.
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With a Coat of Buff, did ding and Huff,
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until she found them out Sir;
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With the Rouling-Pin she did them Cuff,
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for all they were so stout Sir:
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This was the Valiant Dairy-Maid,
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without a Sword or Gun Sir,
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But with a Rouling-Pin did put
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these Taylors to the Run Sir.
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O save our lives, and take our Wives,
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for we are no Beguilers,
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Do not our Goods and Money take,
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for we are honest Taylors:
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But Joan the Valiant Dairy-Maid,
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without a Sword or Gun Sir;
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But with a Rouling-Pin did put
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these Taylors to the Run Sir.
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Your lives, quoth Joan, lye at the stake
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if you do not Deliver;
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Which pierc'd their hearts, & made them ake
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these words did make them quiver:
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And Joan did all their Money get,
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without a Sword or Gun Sir;
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But with a Rouling-Pin did put
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these Taylors to the Run Sir.
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The Taylors knew not what to do,
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for fear their Wives would chide them,
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And for their Brats they must buy Sprats,
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or they would ne'r abide them:
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For Joan the Valiant Dairy-Maid,
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without a Sword or Gun Sir;
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Did take their Money all away,
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and put them to the Run Sir.
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Back to the Farmers House they went,
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and humbly him intreated,
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That he on them would pitty take,
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for they were sorely Cheated:
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This was the Valiant Dairy-Maid,
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without a Sword or Gun Sir;
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But with a Rouling-Pin did put
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these Taylors to the Run Sir.
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With many a Scoff, they did come off,
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when they a while had stay'd Sir;
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The Farmer told them 'twas a Trick
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of Joan his Servant Maid Sir:
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They swore that they would come no more
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unto the Farmers House Sir;
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But eating Cucombers at home,
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they'l pass by Beefe and Sowse Sir.
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