The Country-mans delight:
Or, The Happy Wooing:
Being the Successful Loves of
JOHN the SERIVNG-MAN,
In his Courting of
JOAN the DAIRY-MAID.
Johns humble suit Joan does long time withstand,
Till his known Wealth her favour does command;
Then mustering all her Smiles, to him she bends,
And to the bargain straight she condescends:
Now no Objection can retard her Love,
If not of him, she does his Wealth approve;
So women for base Gold their Beauty sell,
To whom so ere bids most, that cursed spell,
Fixd deep into their Souls, commands them still,
And guider the Reins of their tempestous will.
To a New Play-house Tune:
Dolly and Molly.
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John.
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QUoth John to Joan wilt thou have me?
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I prithee now wilt thou, ile marry with thee
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My Cow, my Cow, my House and Rents,
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All my Lands and Tennements:
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Say my Joan, say my Joan, what wilt thou do?
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I cannot, I cannot come every every day to wooe.
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Ive Corn and Hay in a Barn hard by,
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And three fat Pigs pennd up in a stye;
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I have a Mare and she is Cole-black,
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I ride on her Belly to save her back:
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Say my Joan, say my Joan, what wilt thou do?
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I cannot, I cannot come every every day to wooe.
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I have three Mark tyd up in a Rag,
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I keep them there instead of a Bag;
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I have a Cheese upon the Shelf,
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Ise cannot eat it awe my self:
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Say my Joan, say my Joan, what wilt thou do?
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I cannot, I cannot come every every day to wooe.
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Joan.
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Quoth Joan to John you must not come,
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For your Master and Mistris are both at home;
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You are a Servant and must obey,
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Else theyl be angry, and turn you away:
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Say my John, say my John, is this not true?
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You must not, you must not come every every day to wooe.
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John.
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I love thee Joan with all my heart,
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Come quickly consent, and we never will part:
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My Shirt, my Shirt, and eke my Band,
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All I have is at thy command:
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Believe me Joan, believe me Joan, I tell thee true,
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I cannot nowns, I cannot come every every day to wooe
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Joan
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In troth my John I cannot consent,
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To gain your Cow, your shirt, and your Rent;
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Yet smiling I think of your love,
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And wish oft I worthy coud prove:
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With a Serving-man, with a Serving-man ile not do,
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who cannot, who dares not come every every day to woe
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John.
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Nay my Joan, pray say not so,
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Ere ile loose thee, my place ile forgoe,
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Come kiss my joy, and I will be,
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A Servant unto none but thee:
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My Master, my Master ile bid adieu,
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Ile leave him, ile leave him, every every day to wooe.
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Joan.
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Oh John, by no means, not for me,
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I woud not your Master and you disagree;
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For I shall never have you tis plain,
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You offerd your Bond, but all in vain,
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Cease you clown, cease you clown, it will not doe,
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tho you come, tho you come, every every day to wooe
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John.
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Then yet more my Joany I have,
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Oh think not pray, thy Johnny a slave;
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I was free born i[]le make it appear,
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My father left me five Marks a year:
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Believe me Joan, believe me Joan, I tell you true,
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I will come, I will come, every every day to wooe.
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Joan.
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Come, come, it is no time for delay,
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Hark John your Mistris calls you away:
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We must not so suddain agree,
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For what will the Maids think all of me:
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Say my John, say my John, is this not true?
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You cannot by th Mass, you cannot come every every day to wooe.
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John.
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Fear not my Joan, for by this Kiss,
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They cannot think on it amiss;
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Each on um wod, and wisht the like,
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And conquerd by Love, they would soon strike:
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Say my Joan, say my Joan, is this not true?
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I cannot I cannot come every every day to wooe.
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Joan.
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Well John, you have charmd me I see,
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My love thou hast won, I yield it to thee,
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Though with soft sighs it is exprest,
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Yet Johnny is lodged in my Breast:
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Say my John, say my John, what must we doe?
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You must come, you must come every every day to wooe
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John.
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Oh speak it again my dear John,
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Can it be so quickly that thou art my own;
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Ile hug thee, Ile Buss thee, now for this,
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Thou art my joy, and all my bliss:
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Say my Joan, say my Joan, is this not true?
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Now ile come, now ile come every every day to wooe.
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Well, when is the time you design,
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That th Parson in Wedlock may both of us joyn,
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John.
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Uds-foot Joan, to morrow lets meet,
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And then wel do all things compleat:
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Say my Joan, say my Joan, does it please you?
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Then ile come, then ile come every every day to wooe.
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