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The Countrey Lasse.
To a daintie new Note, which if you can hit,
Theres another tune will as well fit.
To the tune of, The mother beguild daughter.

ALthough I am a Countrey Lasse,
a loftie minde I beare a,
I thinke my selfe as good as those
that gay apparrell weare a:
My coate is made of comely Gray,
yet is my skin as soft a,
As those that with the chiefest Wines,
do bathe their bodies oft a.
Downe, downe dery, dery downe,
heigh downe a downe a downe a,
a dery dery dery dery downe,
heigh downe a downe a dery.

What though I keepe my Fathers sheep,
a thing that must be done a,
A garland of the fairest flowers
shall shrewd me from the Sunne a:
And when I see them feeding be,
where grasse and flowers spring a
Close by a Crystall fountaine side
I sit me downe, and sing a,
Downe etc.

Dame nature crownes us with delight,
surpassing Court or Citie,
We pleasures take from morne to night
in Sports and pastimes pretty:
Your City Dames in Coaches ride
abroad for recreation,
We Countrey Lasses hate their pride,
and keepe the Countrey fashion.
Downe etc.

Your City Wives lead wanton lives,
and if they come ith Countrey,
They are so proud, that each one strives
for to outbrave our Gentry
We countrey lasses homely be
for seat nor wall we strive not,
We are content with our degree,
our debtors we deprive not,
Downe etc.

I care not for the fane or Maske,
when Titans heat reflecteth,
A homely Hat is all I aske,
which well my face protecteth:
Yet am I in my Countrey guise,
esteemd Lasse as pretty
As those that every day devise
new shapes in Court or City.
Downe etc.

In every season of the yeare
I under-goe my labour
No Showre nor Winde at all I feare,
my Limbes I do not favour:
If Summers heat my beauty staine,
it makes me nere the sicker,
Sith I can wash it off againe
with a Cup of Christmas Liquor.
Downe, downe dery, dery downe,
heigh downe a downe a downe a,
a dery dery dery dery downe,
heigh downe a downe a dery.

The second part. To the same tune,

AT Christmas time in mirth and glee,
I dance with young men neatly,
And who ithe City like to me,
shall surely taste compleately;
No Sport, but Pride and Luxury
ith city can be found then,
But bounteous Hospitality
ith Countrey doth abound then,
Downe etc.

I the Spring my labour yeelds delight,
to walke i the merry Morning,
When Flora is (to please my sight)
the ground with flowres adorning:
With merry Lads to make the Hay
I goe, and doe not grumble,
My worke doth seeme to be but play,
when with young men I tumble.
Downe etc.

The Larke & Thrush from Bryar to Bush
do leape, and skip, and sing a,
And all this then to welcome in
the long and lookt for Spring a:
We feare not Cupids arrowes keene,
Dame Venus we defie a,
Diana is our honored Queene,
and her we magnifie a.
Downe etc.

That which your City-Damsels scorne,
we hold our chiefest Jewell,
Without, to worke at Hay and Corne,
within to Bake and Brew well,
To keepe the Dayrie decently,
and all things cleane and neatly,

Your Citie-Minions do defie,
their scorne we weigh not greatly.
Downe etc.

When we together a milking go,
with pailes upon our heads a,
And walking over Woods and Fields,
where Grasse and Flowers spreds a,
In honest pleasure we delight,
which makes our labour sweet a,
And Mirth exceeds on every side,
when Lads and Lasses meete a.
Downe etc.

Then do not scorne a Countrey Lasse,
though she be plaine and meanely:
Who takes the Countrey Wench to Wife,
(that goeth neat and cleanely)
Is better sped, then if he wed
a fine one from the Citty,
For then they are so nicely bred,
they must not worke for pitie.
Downe etc.

I speake not this to that intent,
(as some may well conjecture)
As though to Wooing I were bent,
nor I nere learnd Lovers Lectuue:
But what I sing is in defence
of all plaine Countrey Lasses,
Whose modest honest innocence
all City Girles surpasses.
Downe, downe dery, dery downe, etc.


FINIS.
Printed by the Assignes of
Thomas Symcocke.

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