Blew Cap for me.
OR,
A Scottish Lasse her resolute chusing
Sheel have bonny blew-cap, all other refusing.
To a curious new Scottish tune called Blew-cap.
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COme hither the merrist of all the nine,
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come sit thee down by me and let us be jolly,
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And in a full cup of Apollos wine,
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weell drowne our old enemy mad melancholy:
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Which when wee have done,
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weell betweene us devise
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A dainty new ditty,
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with art to comprise,
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And of this new ditty,
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the matter shall be,
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Gif ever I have a man,
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Blew-cap for me.
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There lives a blithe Lasse in Faukeland towne,
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and shee had some suitors I wot not how many,
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But her resolution she had set downe,
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that sheed have a Blew-cap gif ere she had any:
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An English man
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when our good King was there,
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Came often unto her
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and loved her deere:
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But still she replide, Sir,
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I pray let me be,
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Gif ever I have a man,
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Blew-cap for me.
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A Welch man that had a long sword by her side,
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red pritches, red Tublet red Coat, & red Peard,
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was make a creat shew with a creat deal of pride
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and tell her strange tale that the like was nere [heard]:
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Was reckon her pedigree,
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long before Prute,
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No body was by her
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that can her confute:
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But still she replide, Sir,
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I pray let me be,
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Gif ever I have a man.
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Blew-cap for me.
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A French-man that largely was booted and spurd,
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long lockt, with a Ribon, long points and breeches.
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Hees ready to kisse her at every word,
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and for further exercise his fingers itches:
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You be pritty wench
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Mitris, par ma foy,
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Be gar me doe love you,
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then be not you coy:
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But still she replide, Sir.
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I pray let me be,
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Gif ever I have a man,
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Blew-cap for me.
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An Irish man with a long skeane in his hose,
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did tinke to obtaine her it was no great matter,
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Up stayres to her chamber so lightly he goes,
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that she nere heard him untill he came at her:
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Quoth he I doe love you,
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by fate and by trote,
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And if you will have me,
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experience shall shote:
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But still she replide, Sir,
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I pray let me be,
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Gif ever I have a man,
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Blew-cap for me.
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The second part To the same tune.
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A Dainty spruce Spanyard with haire black as jett,
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long cloak with round caps, a long Rapier & Ponyard
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Hee told her if that shee could Scotland forget,
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heed shew her the Vines as they grow in the Vineyard.
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If thou wilt abandon
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this Country so cold,
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Ile shew thee faire Spaine,
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and much Indian gold,
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But stil she replide, Sir,
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I pray let me be.
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Gif ever I have a man,
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Blew-cap for me.
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A haughty high German of Hamborough towne,
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a proper tall gallant with mighty mustachoes:
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He weepes if the Lasse upon him doe but frowne,
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yet hees a great Fencer that comes to ore-match us.
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But yet all his fine fencing
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could not get the Lasse,
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She denyd him so oft,
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that he wearyed was:
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For still she replide, Sir,
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I pray let me be,
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Gif ever I have a man,
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Blew-cap for me.
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A Netherland Mariner there came by chance,
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whose cheekes did resemble two rosting Pomwaters:
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To this Cany Lasse he his sute did advance,
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and as taught by nature he cunningly flatters:
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Isk will make thee, said he,
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sole Lady oth Sea,
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Both Spanirds and Englishmen
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shall thee obey,
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But stil she replide, Sir,
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I pray let me be,
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Gif ever I have a man,
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Blew-cap for mee.
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These sundry Sutors of severall Lands,
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did daily solicite this Lasse for her favour,
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And every one of them alike understands
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that to win the prize they in vaine did endeavour.
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For she had resolved
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(as I before said)
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To have bonny Blew-cap,
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or else dee a maid.
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Unto all her suppliants
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still replyde she,
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Gif ever I have a man,
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Blew-cap for mee.
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At last came a Scottish man (with a blew-cap)
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and he was the party for whom she had tarryd
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To get this blithe bonny Lasse twas his gude hap,
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they gangd to the Kirk & were presently marryd.
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I ken not weele whether
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it were Lord or Leard,
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They ca[u]de him some [s]ike
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a like name as I heard,
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To chuse him from all,
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she did gladly agree.
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And still she cride Blew-cap
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th art welcome to mee.
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