JOHN ROBISONS PARK,
Or, A merry fit of Wooing.
Within a Park a young Man met a Maid,
With courting and sporting the Damsel with him staid,
In pastime and pleasure she uttered her mind,
Saying, pray thee sweet Honey be loving and kind.
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AS I went through
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John Robinsons Park,
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I heard a Bird singing
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what pleased my heart,
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It pleased my heart,
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and contented my mind,
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Saying, pray thee sweet honey
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be loving and kind.
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Be loving and kind, Love,
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and take my advice,
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And be no more cheated
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at Cards or at Dice;
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For the Cards and Dice,
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Love, wil do thee much harm:
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Then stay at home, honey,
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to keep thy Love warm.
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Sweet Honey make much
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of thine own Fallow Deer;
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To hunt them and chase them
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thou needst not to fear;
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Take pleasure at home,
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to content thy mind,
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And I pray thee sweet honey
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be loving and kind.
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To take my advice,
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it wil do thee good,
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To increase thy health,
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and nourish thy blood,
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It wil be to thy pleasure,
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and content thy mind:
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Then pray thee sweet honey,
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be loving and kind.
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Within thy own Park, Love
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thou hast a poor Doe,
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To hunt at thy pleasure,
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full well thou dost know,
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Then take thou thy fill,
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to content thy mind,
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And I pray thee sweet hony,
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be loving and kind.
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Uncouple your Dogs
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and sound up thy horn,
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And lay them on closely
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from even to morn:
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For better thou may hunt here
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thy Doe for to chase,
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While I in my arms Love,
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thy body imbrace.
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Call Herepin and trepin,
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and bonny Blew Bell,
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Call Terrlyng and Malk
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to sound up the Knell,
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Call Prickears and Primrose
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the game for to mind,
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And I pray thee sweet honey,
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be loving and kind.
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Call Drummer and Plummer,
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and Ginger decline:
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Call Baller and Waller,
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the Games at the prime:
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And see the Bougle horn
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soundly you blow.
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So merrily ran the hounds
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all on a row.
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Heres Nector and Heactor
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and Sampson so strong,
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And Lilly white Larkin,
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laid the Doe along,
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Yet had not great hurt,
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which pleased my mind,
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And I pray thee sweet honey
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be loving and kind.
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The game being ended,
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the truth for to tell,
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He took up his Dogs,
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which ran passing well;
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The pleasure and pastime
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well pleased my mind,
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Saying, pray the sweet honey
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be loving and kind.
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Well now my sweet honey,
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thy counsel Ile take
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The Cards and Dice, Love,
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I mean to forsake:
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And stay at home honey
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to content thy mind,
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And I vow evermore
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to be loving and kind.
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For many a time
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abroad I do go
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To see my Hunds run
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after a wild Doe:
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Though now I confesse
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it hath done me much harm,
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Now Ile stay at home hony
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to keep my Love warm.
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At Cards and at Dice
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I have many a day
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Delighted my self
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to sport and to play:
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And when the night came,
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I have chaste the wild Doe,
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But now I intend, Love,
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to do no more so.
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Come all you brave huntsmen,
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that love Fallow Deer,
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Unto this my story
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I pray lend an ear:
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If hunting the Doe
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come to you by kind,
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The sound of the Horn,
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will run still in your mind.
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Your Dogs and your Horn,
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I, and your Crosse-bow
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Is all your delight,
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where ever you go:
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And the Quarter staffe
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must not stay behind:
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Saying, pray thee sweet hony
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be loving and kind.
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Concluding if any
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desire to know,
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What is the meaning
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of this Fallow Doe.
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Or why this Theam
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do run so in mind
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To say, pray thee sweet Hony
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be loving and kind.
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As late in the evening,
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I chanced to walk,
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I heard a young couple
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most loving talk,
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But what they did else,
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it must stay behind,
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Saying, pray thee sweet honie,
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be loving and kind.
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Their sporting being ended,
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away they did go,
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This gallant brave Keeper,
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and his Fallow Doe.
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For sporting and courting,
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he pleased her mind:
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Saying, pray thee sweet honie,
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be loving and kind.
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