The Country Lovers;
OR,
Wooing without Ceremony.
Being the Successful Amours of
Roger and Margaret.
A most Delightful New SONG.
Hodge grieves to see his Peggy now grow Coy,
Whom he so long esteem'd his only Joy;
But 'twas, it seems, a trick the Wench had got,
To try whether he lov'd or lov'd her not:
But finding that he did, she thought it fit
To yield to him, (faith I commend her Wit.
To the Tune of, Hail to the Mirtle Shades.
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REmember the standing Corn,
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remember the Hay-cock where I
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So oft to Peggy have sworn,
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that her I wou'd never deny:
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O there we eat Cheese-cakes & Cream
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and many another fine thing,
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And there poor Hodge did dream
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he fast to his Peggy did cling.
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But waking it was not so,
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for I was deceiv'd in my joy,
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And Peggy did still say no,
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yea, and seemed woundy Coy;
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That she'd not give one Leer,
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though a Poppy Garland I made,
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For to Crown my lovely dear,
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whilst we did sit under the Shade.
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O Cupid what dost thou mean,
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unless thou intend'st for to kill,
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A Lover quite and clean,
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now force my Peggy to smile:
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That like unto the gay Rose,
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(which upon yon Bush does hang)
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She may a Blush disclose,
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and with me merrily gang.
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To see the Kids and Lambs,
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frisk on the flowery plain,
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And Blating to their Dams,
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for want of the Teat complain:
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To hear the Sky-Lark Sing,
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and the Lapwing call her young,
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O Peggy as fair as the Spring,
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with Hodge wilt thou not gang?
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Alas I am undone,
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if that thou dost say me nay,
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Woe's me I e're begun,
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if Peggy does turn away:
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O come my Nut-brown Lass,
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and pitty thy Love-sick Swain,
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Who to tumble in the Grass,
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wou'd with thee now all so fain.
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And help thee Milk thy Kine,
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whilst that he sing thee a Song,
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Sweet Bird if thou'lt be mine,
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i'le please thee all the night long:
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And thou'st shall be my Queen,
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whilst Hodge he does constant prove
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And dance with thee on the Green,
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O then sweet Peggy come love.
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PEGGYs Answer
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to Hodges Complaint;
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FOrgo your sorrow Hodge,
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let not my unkindness move,
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I seemed Coy but to dodge,
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and thy Constancy for to prove:
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But now I find thee true,
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thou shalt no longer complain,
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Nor so mournfully Wooe,
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for Peggy don't thee disdain.
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But freely thou may'st Kiss,
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and if thou'lt do something more,
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Do not neglect thy Bliss,
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but gang to yon shady Bower:
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For I can't be unkind,
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to Hodge whose fine treat of Cream
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And Strawberries do so bind,
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that Peggy must ever esteem.
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I've heard my Grannum say,
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that Maidens should bashful be,
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Once and again say nay,
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before they to Wed agree:
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And now my Grannums Will,
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thy Peggy she has obey'd,
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She must her own fulfill,
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which Hodge is thy Bride to be made
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At this began Hodge to smile,
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and Peggy Clip'd in his Arms,
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Where sweetly Kissing a while,
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she conquer'd so with her Charms,
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That Hodge could not forbear,
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but to the next Shade they went,
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Where he down did lay her,
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and gave her her hearts content.
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