The Courteous CARMAN,
And the Amorous Maid.
OR,
The Carman's Whistle.
What here is Pen'd in this same pleasant Story,
Doth only tend unto the Carmans Glory;
Who did relieve a Maiden in distress,
And brought her joy in midst of heaviness:
He was Couragious, and of mettle good,
As by this Story may be understood.
To a New Tune, called, The Carmans Whistle; or, Lord Willoughby's March, etc.
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AS I abroad was walking
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by the breaking of the day,
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Into a pleasant Meadow,
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a young-man took his way,
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And looking round about him,
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to mark what he could see,
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At length he spy'd a fair maid
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under a Mirtle Tree.
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So comely was her countenance,
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and smiling was her chear,
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As though the Goddess Venus,
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her self she had been there,
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And many a smirking smile she gave,
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amongst the Leaves so green,
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Although she was perceived,
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she thought she was not seen.
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At length she chang'd her countenance,
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and sung a mournful song,
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Lamenting her misfortune,
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she staid a Maid so long:
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There's many that be younger,
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that long time have been wed,
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Which makes me think that I shall die
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and keep my Maiden-head.
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Sure young-men are hard hearted,
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and know not what they do,
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Or else they want for Complements
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fair Maidens for to woe:
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Why should young Virgins pine away
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and lose their cheifest prime,
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And all for want of Sweet-hearts,
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to chear us up in time.
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THe young-man heard her Ditty
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and could no longer stay,
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But straight unto this Damosel
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with speed he did away:
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He nimbly stept unto her
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which made her for to start,
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But when he once embraced her,
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he joy'd her very heart.
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Sweet heart he said unto her
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why do you so complain,
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If you'l be rul'd by me
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i'le play you such a strain,
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As uses for to give content
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when as true Lovers meets,
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It is much like to that they call
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the shaking of the sheets.
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Strike up quoth she, and spare not
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I prithee use thy skill,
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For why I greatly care not
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If I thy mind fulfil,
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The Carman then most nimbly
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unto this sport did settle,
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And pleased her most bravely
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for he was full of mettle.
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When he had plaid unto her
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one merry note or two,
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Then she was so rejoyced
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she knew not what to do:
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O God a mercy Carman,
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thou art a lively Lad;
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Thou hast as rare a Whistle
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as ever Carman had:
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How if my Mother chide me
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for staying here so long,
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What if she doth I care not
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for this shall be my song:
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Pray mother be contented
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break not my heart in twain;
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Although I have been ill a while
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I shall be well again:
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And thus this loving couple
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did oftentimes imbrace,
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And lovingly did prattle
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all in that flowry place;
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But now the time of parting
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began for to draw near,
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Whereas this Noble Carman
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must leave his only dear,
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He took his leave most kindly
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and thus to her did say,
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My dearest I will meet thee
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next time I come this way:
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Away this bonny Carman went
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a whistling of his Note,
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And there he left this fair Maid
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a brushing of her Coat.
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Now fare thee well brave Carman
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I wish thee well to fare,
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For thou didst use me kindly
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as I can well declare:
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Let other Maids say what they will
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the truth of all is so,
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The bonny Carmans Whistle
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shall for my mony go.
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