A Pleasant New BALLAD: Being a merry Discourse between a
Country Lass & a young Taylor:
SHEWING
How the Taylor lost his plight and pleasure
His Yard not being, by the Standard, Measure.
To a pleasant New Tune, or Kesser Crab.
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IN Harvest-time I walked
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hard by a Corn-Close side;
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I hearing people talk,
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I looked about, and spyd
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A Young man and a maid,
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together they did lye;
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When you hear it told,
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youl laugh full heartily.
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She was as buxsome a Lass
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as any in our Town;
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She will not let you pass,
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but shel call you to sit down.
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A Taylor passing by,
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she hit him on the heele,
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You are very welcome Sir,
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to sit you down and feele.
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What moneys in my Purse,
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at your command shall be,
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If you will go along
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to Marson wake with me.
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He hearing her say so,
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and seeing her to smile,
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Was charmed with her, so
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he sate him down a while.
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And having groped her Purse,
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and taken all her money,
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He gropd again, and mist,
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and caught her by the Coney.
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Where am I now? (quoth he)
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another I have found,
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Its not the same, quoth he,
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for this is tufted round.
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If it be tufted round, quoth she,
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there is good reason fort,
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There is such treasure lyes,
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will make a Taylor sport.
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He hearing her say so,
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being a frollicksome Lad,
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Was willing for to know
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more of the fringed bag.
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With that he eagerly
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to feel put forth his hand;
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Nay, hold good Sir, said she,
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go not before you stand:
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Except you take your Yard,
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the depth of it to measure,
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Youl find the Purse so deep,
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youl hardly come to th treasure.
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He hearing her say so,
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it put him to a stand;
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She seeing him dismaid,
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she took his Yard in hand:
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Is this your Yard, quoth she,
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is this your Taylors measure?
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It is too short for me,
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it is not Standard-Measure.
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The Taylor being abashed,
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she told him that it was
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More fitter for a man,
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than such a peuny Ass.
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She bids him now be gone,
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since he could make no sport,
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And said, thou art too dull
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to enter such a fort.
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She looking fiercely at him,
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she said, thou sneaking fool,
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Go straight away to Vulcan,
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and let him mend thy tool:
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And tell him that Dame Venus,
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at him is almost mad,
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For sending to her School
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such an unfit Lad.
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You Taylors that attempt
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fringed bags to measure,
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Be sure your Yards be sealed,
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and full Standard-Measure.
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