The Country Lovers conquest.
In winning a coy Lass.
In Country Terms he useth homely greeting,
And sayes by all means she must be his sweeting,
He lets her know that he hath riches store
And wonders that she can desire more
At length she did incline as he doth tell
And likt his loving motion wondrous well.
To a pleasant new Tune, very much in use.
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ONce I lovd a Lass
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with a Rouiing eye,
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She was fond and fickle
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so was never I.
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If you will believe me
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she was wondrous fair,
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And it much did grieve me
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to loose market ware.
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I began to wo her
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like a man indeed,
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Soon as I came to her
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thus I did proceed.
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Dearest be not coy
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but in love agree,
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Im my Mothers joy
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she loves none but me:
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All her care is for me
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how to get a wife,
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And thou knowst I love thee
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as I do my life,
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Prethy be not cruel,
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but be kind and free,
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Thou shalt be my jewel
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Ile love none but thee.
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WHat care I for coyn
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since I have a stock,
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If thou wilt be mine,
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Ile take thee in thy smock:
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Come lets make a bargain
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whilst im in the mind
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And I will be constant
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thou shalt ever find,
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I am young and lusty
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and a proper Lad.
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Come and let me kiss thee
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for to make me glad.
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I have House and Land
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and something else beside:
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All at thy command
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if thou will be my Bride,
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Sheep and Cows and Puen
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and such riches store,
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Therefore be not Sullen
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canst thou wish for more:
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I have six good Oxen
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drawing in a plow:
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If thou canst not love
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prethy let me know.
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I have danct with Sarah
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and with little Nan,
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Betty she told Grace
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I was a handsom man:
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Doll and Sue and Prudence
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would not me deny,
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Frank did smile upon me
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as she passed by.
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But it is no matter
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I will have my mind,
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For I will not flatter
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if thou wilt be kind
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Long did I thus woe.
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still she did deny,
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What I then should do
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or whether live or dye
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I could not imagine,
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for I scarce could speak.
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Then I thought for certain
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that my heart would break
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Till my Mother told me
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without all dispute,
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I must not be daunted,
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but renew my Sute.
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To her then I hasted
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with a good intent,
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To take no denial
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I was truly bent:
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Though she calld me Bumki[n]
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I was nere the worse,
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Knowing amongst Lovers
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these are words of course,
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I was so resolved
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for to win the field,
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That I would not leave her
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till I made her yield,
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Then I leapt for joy
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as I will might do,
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She that was so coy
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and so hard to woe:
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Willing was to love me,
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and to be my Bride:
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Having now forsaken
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all the world beside:
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Thus I made a Conquest,
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of a maiden fair,
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That with any Girl
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ith Country may compare.
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