The Faithful FARMER,
OR,
The Down-right Wooing betwixt
ROBIN and NANCY.
When he had told her of his store,
she could not him deny;
Alas, what could she wish for more,
then Goods and Loyalty.
To the Tune of, O Mother, Roger, etc. This may be Printed, R.P.
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MY little, pritty youthful Nancy,
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prithee sit down by my side,
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There is none but thee I fancy,
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for to make my Lawful Bride:I will make it well appear,
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Theres no Farmer far or near,
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Has such dainty curious Geer,
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As I have for thee my Dear: Then prithee Nancy be not Coy,
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Thou alone shalt be my joy.
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Give me thy Love, or else an Answer,
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thou art she whom I adore.
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Did not you know my good old Grandsir,
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he has left me all his store:Love, I do protest and vow,
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I have got a Cart and Plow,
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Seven Pigs, besides a Sow,
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Dearest, can you love me now?
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Then prithee make no more ado.
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If thou canst love me tell me true.
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I have not told you half my treasure,
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love, my portion is not small,
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I have riches out of measure,
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thou shalt be the Dame of all:
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Theres a Coffer cramd with Gold,
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Besides Silver still untold,
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Also Sheep and Lambs in fold,
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Most delightful to behold;
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If thou to love art now inclind,
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I prithee let me know thy mind.
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He loved me his darling Robin,
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making me his only heir,
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Likewise left me Roan and Dobbin,
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with his little bob-tail Mare,
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When my Grandsir dyd in peace,
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Here he left me ten years lease,
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With a flock of Ducks and Geese,
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Which does daily still increase,
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And therefore now before you go,
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If thou canst love me tell me so.
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Besides, this is not all my Riches,
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theres his good old Coat of Buff,
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Mounteer Cap, and Buff-skin Breeches
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besides all his Houshold-stuff:Pot and Pans, with Piggans too,
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All I have ile give to you,
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Let us make no more ado,
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For I hant much time to wooe:
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And therefore now before I go,
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If thou canst love me tell me so.
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But Robin, wherefore should you settle,
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love upon so mean a Bride?Here you talk of Corn and Cattle,
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and of twenty things beside:
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Therefore when your friends shall know
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That you do your self bestow,
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On a fortune mean and low,
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They will seek my overthrow,
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Ide rather be a poor mans wife,
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Then live a discontented life.
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Sweet love, my Father and my Mother,
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they to this will now agree,
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For they say above all other,
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thou wilt make a Wife for me:
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Therefore dearest be not coy,
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Let me now thy love enjoy,
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Is I am an honest Boy,
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There is none shall thee annoy,
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Ile tender thee both day and night,
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And thou shalt have thy hearts delight.
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I prithee Nancy dont deny me,
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why are you so mild and mute,
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If you are resolvd to try me,
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let us make no more dispute;
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Love though I have this Estate,
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As I freely do relate,
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If thou wilt but be my Mate,
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Ile forsake both Jone and Kate;
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though they have House & Land withal,
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Yet thou art more to me then all.
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The Damsel then that very hour,
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her dear Robin did adore,
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For she then had not the power,
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to deny him any more:Then his Nancy he did lead
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To his Fathers house with speed,
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Then their Parents all agreed,
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That they should in Love proceed:
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Now they no more disputing stand,
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Resolve to Marry out of hand.
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