The young Mans Resolution to the Maidens Request;
A witty Dialogue between a young Man and a Maid.
Wherein she asks him when he intends to marry,
And he resolves her how long he will tarry.
To the tune of, In Summer time.
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AS I was walking under a grove,
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within myself as I supposed;
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My minde did often times remove,
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and by no means could be disclosed:
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At length by chance a friend I met,
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which caused me long time to tarry,
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And then of me she did entreat,
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to tell her when I did mean to marry.
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Sweet heart quoth I if you would know.
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then mark these words and Ile reveal it;
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Since in your minde you bear it so,
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and in your heart you do conseal it;
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She promisd me for to make no words,
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but of such things she would be wary,
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And thus in brief I did degin,
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to tell her when I meant to marry.
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When Shrove-tide falls in Easter week
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and Christmas in the midst of July.
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And Lawyers for no fees will plead,
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and Taylors they deal just and truly.
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When all deceits are quite put down,
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and truth by all men is prefered;
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And Indigo dies Red and Brown,
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O then my love and Ile be married.
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When Safron grows on every tree
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and every stream flows milk and hony,
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And sugar grows in Karret fields,
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and Usurers refuse good money:
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When Countrey men for Judges sits,
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and Lammas falls in February,
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And millers they their Tole forgets,
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O then my love and I will marry.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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WHen men and beasts ith ocean flows
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and fishes in green fields are feed-ing
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When muscle shels i th streets do grow,
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and swans upon dry rocks are breeding,
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when Cockle shells are Diamond rings,
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and glass to pearle may be compared;
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And Gold is made of the gray goose wings,
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O then my Love and Ile be married.
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When summer doth not dry up mire,
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and men on earth do leave to flatter;
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When bakers they do use no fire,
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and brewers they do use no water,
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When mountains are by men removed,
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and England into France is carried
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And all maids prove true to their Loves,
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O then my Love and Ile be married.
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When Hostesses do reckon true,
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and Dutch-men leave off drinking brandy.
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When Cats do bark, and Dogs do mew,
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and Brimstones took for Sugarcandy,
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Or when that Whitsuntide doth fall,
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within the moneth of January,
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And a Cobler workes without an awle,
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O then my Love and I will marry.
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When women know not how to scold,
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and Maids of sweethearts nere ear thinking
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When men i th fire complain of cold,
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and ships on Salisbury Plain fear sinking
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When horse-coursers turne bonest men,
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and London unto York is carried
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Or when you out of one can take ten,
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O then my Love and Ile be married.
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When Candlesticks do serve for Bells,
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and frying-pans are usd for Ladles,
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Or when in the Sea they dig for wells,
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and porrige pots they make for cradles;
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When maids forget to go a maying,
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and a man on his back an oxe can carry
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Or when the mice with the cat be playing,
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tis then my Love and I will marry,
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Good Sir, since you have told me when;
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you are resolved for to marry;
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I wish with all my heart till then,
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that for a wife you still might tarry:
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For if all young men were of your minde,
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and maids no better were preferred,
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I think it would be when the Devil is blind
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that we and our Lovers should be married.
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