THE
Wealthy Farmers Choice,
Or, The Beautiful Damosels Fortunate Marriage.
Fair Beauty bright, was his delight,
he would not Wed for Gold;
In his Loves Face, each Charming Grace,
his Fancy did behold.
To the Tune of Cold and Raw.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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NEar a pleasant shady Grov[e],
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in prime of Summer weather,
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There a Young-man and his Love,
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was sitting close together;
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In sugred words to her he speaks,
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saying, he'd ne'r disgrace her,
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Then stroaking her fair Rosie Cheeks,
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he lovingly did Embrace her.
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Then he took her by the Hand,
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saying, I come to Wooe thee,
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I have Riches, House and Land,
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with which I will Endow thee:
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All that's mine thou shalt enjoy,
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my Love and only Honey;
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Then let us Kiss, and be not Coy,
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thou shalt not want for Money.
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Like a Lady fair and gay,
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my dear I will Attire,
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Therefore do not say him nay,
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who does you so admire:
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For ever since I saw your Eyes,
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I have been in care surrounded,
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O do not seem to Tyrannize,
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over a true Lover wounded.
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He exprest his Loyalty,
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and proffer'd to advance her,
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But the Maid in Modesty,
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returned him this answer:
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Saying, myself i'le not ingage,
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but reckon some years to tarry,
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I am not Sixteen years of Age,
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and therefore too young to Marry.
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Love, said he, I pray forbear,
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this seeming feigned Story,
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Youth and Beauty may compare,
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with Flora in her Glory:
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But pray what Man alive will wed,
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or in th' least come a Wooing,
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To Winters Snowy Frosty head,
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where Beauty is run to ruine?
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Some Young Men will Court for Coyn
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and with Old Wives will Marry,
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But this is not my design,
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for fear I should miscarry:
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For i'le not have one Rich if Old,
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such Wives young Men ne'r pleases;
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For I should have with bags of Gold,
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a thousand or two Diseases.
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But in thy sweet Charming Face,
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the Red Rose and the Lilly
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Does appear with such a Grace,
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the which has wounded Willy:
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I thee adore, my Dear, my Dove,
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might I have the choice of many,
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Give me the Lass I dearly love,
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tho' her Portion be not one Penny.
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I have Sheep and Lambs good store,
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and likewise Corn each Harvest,
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Yet if I had ten times more,
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it should be at thy service.
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She hearing what her Love did say,
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she presently consented,
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And they were Marry'd last Holiday,
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and now they live both contented.
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He having thus obtain'd the Prize,
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their joys are both compleated,
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Now they do to Riches rise,
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no Lovers better seated:
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Since she did willingly comply,
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there needed no Disputation,
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She is a Jewel in his Eye,
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and the Glory of all the Nation.
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