The down Right Wooing,
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Country William and his pritty Peggy,
William wooes Peggy but Peggys a girl
That will not be woed by Knight nor by Earl,
But William he tells her what means he have
And that will maintain her both gallant and brave:
At last she consents for to be his own
And that to all lovers the same shall be known.
The Tune is, A Fig for France.
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COme prithy Peggy lets imbrace
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thou art a lusty bouncing lass,
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Thou art thy Mothers onely joy
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And ime my Fathers prittyest Boy
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Lets make a match together I trow:
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Since one another we do know
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My Fatherl give me a portion Round,
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Ime sure twill be worth ten good pound.
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Sweet Peg thoust hear what means I have
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And more to it I mean to save,
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I have ten Sheep also their lambs
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The which are sucking of their dams:
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Ive a good bed to layes both in
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And a wheel my dear for thee to spin
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Ive brought old finch my Mothers Cow
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For to Milk her thou dost know how.
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One thing my Peggy I have forgot
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I have indeed a good Porridge pot,
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Dishes I have some two or three
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And spoons will serve both thee and me:
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What I want else I will provide
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So thoult consent to be my Bride,
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I nere can sleep not half th night
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To think of Peggy my hearts delight.
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Peggy.
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In faith Willy thou dost not jest
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For Lovers I know can take no Rest
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But William I fear thoult prove a Sot,
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The worser then sure will be my lot
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Thou hast such whimses in thy :
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I know sometimes you do woe Kate
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Then you leave h[e]r and come to me,
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Fye Will such doings should not be.
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BEsides your means and your atire
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Deserves a wife a great deal higher,
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Youl hit me oth teeth when tis done
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That you brought all and I brough none
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Therefore I think that it tis best:
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To leave your suit and let it Rest
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For in faith I cannot fancy thee
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What ever doth become of me.
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William.
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Oh Peggy why dost thou say so
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Thoult surely make thy friend thy foe,
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Your mocks and jeers I cant abide
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I am plain dealing time and tide,
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Besides you do tell me of Kate
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Ile rather thou would break my pa[t]e
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For this same thing I do protest
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Thou art the Girl that I love best.
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Therefore sweet Peggy be content
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Thoust have no cause for to repent,
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Ile do whats fitting to be done
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Ile prove to thee a loving Man:
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No beauty shall m[y] h[e]art insnare
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From her whom I do love so dear,
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All this sweet Peggy thoust find true
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Change not thy old love for a new.
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Peggy.
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But one thing Will I have to say
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And that tell me without delay,
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Since your disposed to be wed
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I doubt ith night yo[u]l foul your bed,
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Such a thing I much as fear
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For I a hi[nt] of it did hear:
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Therefore Will come tell me true
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Or I shall bid you straight adieu.
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William.
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Surely Peggy thourt in thy fits
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Or else thou art beside thy wits,
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Dost think I am a man or beast
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That cant lye cleanly in my neast:
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What fool has tickled thee in thy ear
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The same I pray thee let me hear,
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No Peg that thing shall never be
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For I can lye as clean as thee.
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Peggy.
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Will why are you in such a freat
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Or to be a passion great,
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I dreamd the same I tell to you
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Sometimes I find that dreams are true
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Then blame me not for saying so,
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Tho love will creep where it cannot go
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Be sure ile look before I leap:
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Least sorrows on me they should heap.
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William.
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Sorrow I hope will not come near
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My Love my joy my Duck my Dear,
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Ile swear thou art my hearts delight
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I fancy thee both day and night:
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Father and Mother nere shall move
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My heart from Peggy whom I love,
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Therefore sweet Peg make no delay
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But lets ap[o]int our Wedding day.
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Peggy.
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Now Will thou puts me to a stand
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Y[e]t take my hea[r]t also my hand,
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And for to shun all further strife
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Ile be th[y] true and loving wife.
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William.
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Now Peg thoust pleased me so well
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That to thy comfort I will tell,
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All things fitting we will provide
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Next Thursday thou shalt be my Bride.
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