The Plowmans Art in Woeing
The brisk young plowman doth believe
If he were put to tryal,
There's not a maid in all the Shire
Could give him the denyal.
Tune of, Cupid's Trappan.
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I Am a young man that do follow the Plow
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But of late I have found out an art,
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And can when I please with abundance of ease,
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Deprive any maid of her heart, brave boys
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Deprive etc.
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To think how they'l yield as I walk in the field
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My thinks is so pleasant to me,
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I long to be nigh her who'l burn like a fire,
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If she but my favour doth see, brave boys
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If she etc.
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Such wenches I think must be certainly mad,
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Whose hearts are betray'd with a smile,
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But they quickly find such a change in my mind
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That will them of all pleasure beguile, brave
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That etc.
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And will make them look pale like maidens so stale
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That for a good Husband doth long,
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And this unto me such pleasure will be
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That I shall thereof make a long, brave
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That etc.
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For who can delight in a thing that is fond
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'Tis a thing that I never could do,
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My passion is gone when she doates upon John,
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Then another Girl I must go woe, brave
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That I etc.
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And in a months space it will be her case
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If she can be easily wonn,
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To mourn and bewail beneath the Milk-Pale,
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And to cry she's forsook and undone, brave
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And to cry etc.
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I could ne'r understand there's a man in the land
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Could delight in whats easily gain'd,
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But if it be so that Love they long stow,
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Then they'r passion must surely be feignd, brave
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Then etc.
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Then give me the wench that has so much sence
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When a Youngster doth come upon tryal,
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Will so cunningly deal that his heart she may steal,
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And seemingly give the denyall, brave
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And etc.
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She surely will find young men be more kind,
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If she be but strange and untoward,
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For men like the fire do burn with desire,
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If they meet with a maid that is froward, brave
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If etc.
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But it is the fashion throughout all the nation,
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And chiefly in Country Townes,
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Men maidens beguil who are won with a smile
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And then they'r destroy'd with their frowns brave
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And etc.
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And it may be said there's not a milk maid,
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Although she be never so fair,
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But if once I begin, her heart I would win
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And by my fair words would betray her, brave
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And by etc.
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It is a rare thing to hear the Girls sing
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Oh! my love hath forsaken me quite,
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And for his dear sake my heart it doth ake,
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I languish by day and by night, brave boys
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I languish etc.
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As I follow the Plow my thinks I see how
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They look pale and and their lips they do tremble
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Cause they were mistaken and are forsaken
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By Youngsters that much did dissemble, brave
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By Youngsters etc.
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I will have tother bout and without any doubt
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I'le compass the thing I desire,
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For I cannot well pass if I meet with a Lass,
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Till her heart it be set on a fire, brave
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Till her etc.
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There's Marget and Jone who still lye all alone
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But ile venture to lay twenty shilling,
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If a motion I make to cure their heart ake
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To lye with me both will be willing, brave
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To lye etc.
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There's Susan and Kate that long for to ha't
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And are vigorous in their desire,
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But before they are mad let some lusty young lad
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Make haste and Extinguish their fire, brave
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Make. etc.
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