A Merry Dialogue
BETWEEN A
Doctor and a Dairy Maid.
This Doctor being deeply foxifi'd
As he along the Road did chance to ride
He overtook a Lass that he did like
And thought that she would stand while he did strike.
But she being honest, vertuous, chaste and wise
Did fail the Doctor yet she got a prize.
Thus fortune did befriend this honest Maid,
Pray hearken what they to each other said.
To the Tune of Butter Boxes curse the day, or, a Fig for France, etc.
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A Mountebank upon the Road
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o'retook a Countrey Girl i'th mode,
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She was so handsome neat and fair
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it made this Doctor for to swear
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He'd lye with her if she'd consent,
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and for the same give her content.
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He promis'd her a rare green gown,
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to kiss with him for half a crown.
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Dairy Maid.
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The Damsel standing in amaze,
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as on the Doctor she did gaze,
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Many conceits came in her mind,
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how she might fit him in his kind,
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Quoth she your words I do defie,
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and mean to keep my honesty;
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Therefore go home and tell your Wife.
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i'l fail you sir upon my life.
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Doctor.
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The Doctor was importunate
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to kiss this Girl in spite of fate,
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He valu'd not his reputation,
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as you shall hear by this relation.
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But shew'd her Gold and Silver both,
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and bound his speeches with an Oath.
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He'd give this, etc.
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Dairy Maid.
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The Damsel answer'd him again,
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but 'twas in words of high disdain.
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Quoth she I hate your vapouring braggs
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had you the Gold in Cressus baggs,
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You should not tempt me unto sin,
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though you his Gold could bring me in
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Therefore march, etc.
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Doctor.
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THis Doctor used to be drunk,
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and then he needs must have a punk.
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He sham'd it not in field nor town,
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but maid or wife he'd lay her down.
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If he had opportunity,
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he valued neither pish nor fie,
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But freely gave them a green gown,
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to kiss with him for half a crown.
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Dairy Maid,
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This Maiden asked him his name,
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his calling and from whence he came,
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Because he was so full of Gold,
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and with a stranger was so bold.
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I say quoth she as I did before,
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coin shall not make me play the whore,
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Therefore go, etc.
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Doctor.
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This gallant answered the Maid,
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I am a Doctor by my trade.
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Diseases incident to man,
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without all question cure I can,
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But yet this rising now quoth he,
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at present none can cure but thee,
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Therefore except etc.
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Dairy Maid.
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Are you a Doctor seriously,
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and cannot cure that Malady.
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I knew a man of mighty fame;
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and Squire Dun they cal'd his name,
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He cured all I understand,
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that ever came under his hand
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And not a farthing for his pains,
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but cloaths and that is all his gains.
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Doctor.
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This made the Doctor for to rage,
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just like a Clown upon the Stage;
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Or like a man bereft of sence
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cause he could not orecome the wench,
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He threw his money on the ground,
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the Maid took up at least five pound,
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Meantime some passengers came by,
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which made the doctor for to fly.
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Now the maid sings for joy.
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Farewel Doctor welcome Coin,
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now with my sweetheart will I join.
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Twill make my portion better yet
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the Doctor might have had more wit
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Then offer a Maid such base abuse,
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for it he can have no excuse,
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Yet let him go, etc.
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Would whoremongers had all such luck,
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when with their harlots they would truck
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And women in sincerity
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would higher prize their honesty,
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For silver that should not be sold,
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which can't be bought again for gold,
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Therefore this man may tell his wife
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i[']le fail, etc.
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If any ask me of this jest,
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done near Bristol in the west,
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I will not use the Doctors name
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I know a reason for the same,
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If at this song he vex or grieve,
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he may wip's nose upon his sleeve,
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Let him contented be therefore,
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least that I Jeer him ten times more.
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