EBBA 36852
British Library - C.121.g.9
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THE MILKING PALE
AN EXELENET NEW SONG Much In REQUEST
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YE Nimphs and Silvian Gods
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That loves green Fieldls, and woods
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And Spring newly born herself doth adorn:
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With fflours and Blumey Buds
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Come Sing to the Praise while flocks do grase
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In yonder Pleasant Vaille:
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Of those that Chouse ther sleep to loose
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And in cold dews with cloutet shows
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That carries the Milking pale.
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(2)
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The godess of the morn with blushes they adorn
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And take the fresh Air whil Linnits Prepare
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A consort on each green Thorn
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The Black-bird and the Thrush one every bush
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And the charming Nightingale
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In a merry Vain Ther Throats do strain
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To entertain The Jolly Train
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That carryes the Milking Pale
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When cold black Winds do roar
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And Flowrs can Spring no more
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The fields that were seen so pleasant and green
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By winter all Candid o're
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Oh! how the town Lass Looks with her white face
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And her Lips of deadly pale
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But it is not So
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With those that go thrugh frost and Snow
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With Checks that Glow,
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And carry the Milking Pale
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The Miss of courtly mould
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Adornd with pearl and Gold
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With washe and Paint
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Her Skin does so taint
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Sh'es withered befor sh'es old
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Whilst She in commod
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Puts on a cart-load
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And with cushions Pumps her tayle
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What Joys are found
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In russet Gown
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Young plump and round
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And sweet and sound,
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That carryes the Milking Peal
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[5)
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The Girles of Venus Game
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That Venturees helth and faime
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In practising feates,
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With Colds and with Heats
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Makes Lovers grow blind and Lame[?]
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If Men were So-wise,
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To Value the price,
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Of the Warrs most fit for Sale
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What Store of Bose
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Would daub their Cloaths
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To save a Nose,
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By following those,
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That carries the Milking Pale.
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(6)
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The Countrie Lade is free
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From fears and Jealusie
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Whels upon the Green He often is seen
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With his Lasi upon his Knee
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With Kisses most Sweet
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He does her treat
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And swears sh'el never grow steall
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But the London Lass,
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In every place with her brazn face
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Dispises the Grace
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Of those of the Milking Pale
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