The politick Maid.
OR,
A dainty new ditty,
both pleasant and witty:
Wherein you may see,
the maides policie.
To a pleasant new tune.
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THere was a Knight was wine drunke,
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as he rode on the way,
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And there he spide a bonny Lasse,
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among the Cocks of Hay:
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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This gallant Knight unto the Lasse,
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did present take his way,
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But it seemd he had a shame face,
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he did not Court and play:
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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When he came to this bonny Lasse,
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he found she was not coy,
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His courtesie she did imbrace,
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and did not say him nay:
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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If we should sit us downe here,
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upon the grasse so greene,
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Heres neither sheet nor covering,
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to keepe our cloathes cleane:
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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And if we should sit downe quoth he,
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among the Cockes of hay,
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Then would come forth the Kings Pinder,
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and take our steedes away:
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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I have rings on my fingers,
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made of the purest gold,
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That will release our steedes againe
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out of the Kings pinfold:
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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The second part To the same tune.
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SIR Knight if you will goe with me,
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into my Fathers Bowers,
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There may you sit and talke with me,
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this three or foure houres:
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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When she came to her Fathers Bowers,
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they were moted round about,
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Then she slipt in at a wicket
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and left Sir Knight without:
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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Now I am here a maide within,
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and you Sir Knight without,
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You may lay straw under your feete
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to keepe you from the gout:
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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Henceforth when you doe meet a maide
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a mile out of the towne,
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Sir Knight you must not be affraid,
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of soyling of her gowne:
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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And if you chance to meet a maid,
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amongst the Cockes of hay,
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Sir Knight you must not be affraid,
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with her to Court, and say
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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It is a proverb many say,
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and truth it is in tryall,
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He that will not when as he may,
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shall after have denyall:
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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And thus Sir Knight now fare you well,
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to you I bid adieu,
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Now you hereafterwards may tell
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how I have served you.
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Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
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blow merry merry merry,
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Up and downe in yonder dale,
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with hey tro nonney nonney.
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