The Roxburghe ballads . light = Some Lasses are nice andstrange; also the Plowmans Reply to it, on p. 238. J. Deacons ThePlew-mans Delight begins, I am a brisk Blade: tune of Shrewsbury forme. Burden is, Then of all sorts of Girls a Milk-maid for me ! 289 [Roxb. C, II. 310 ; Jersey, I. 358; Pepys, III. 141 ; Hath, II. 7 ; Rawl., 44.] Ci)e Storing Hat) anb t\)t Cop £*£** Being a pleasant attti totttu 3Di0cour0e uzttoeen aponng span atttt a #ato [Will ana Jane]. [The Youth did love the Girle entirely well, But she (because her beauty did excell,) Seerad nice and coy, as Virgins use to bee, And y
The Roxburghe ballads . light = Some Lasses are nice andstrange; also the Plowmans Reply to it, on p. 238. J. Deacons ThePlew-mans Delight begins, I am a brisk Blade: tune of Shrewsbury forme. Burden is, Then of all sorts of Girls a Milk-maid for me ! 289 [Roxb. C, II. 310 ; Jersey, I. 358; Pepys, III. 141 ; Hath, II. 7 ; Rawl., 44.] Ci)e Storing Hat) anb t\)t Cop £*£** Being a pleasant attti totttu 3Di0cour0e uzttoeen aponng span atttt a #ato [Will ana Jane]. [The Youth did love the Girle entirely well, But she (because her beauty did excell,) Seerad nice and coy, as Virgins use to bee, And yet at last they both did well agree: The match was finisht, but on such condition That she might fully know his disposition ; Therefore she did enjoyn him not to marry, But, for her sake, full seven years space to tarry:And then she is resolvd (to end all strife)Shel be his faithful, constant, loving Wife.] To a pleasant New Tune [of My Father gave me House and Land, Or, TheYoung Mans joy and the Maidens happinesse~\.. Man. A LI haile, thou bright and bonny Lass! my joy and onely sweeting;Good fortune now hath brought to passe that we should havea meeting,That so I might behold thy face, and speak my mind unto thee ;And since here is a fitting place, I do intend to wooe thee. 8 VOL. VII. u 2(J0 The Loving Lad and the Coy Lass. For I long time have lovd thee well, but yet I nere did show it,Because indeed, the truth to tell, I durst not let thee know it;For fear thou shouldst my love disdain, and so in coyness shun me,And not my person entertain, which would have quite undone me. But now I have more courage gaind, and am resolvd to try thee,For my affection is unfeignd ; how canst thou, then, deny me ? prethee, Will, be soft and sweet, methinks you are too hasty:0 talk no more of wooing yet, for fear your Master baste ye. 24 You are as yet a Prentice, Will; then leave such fond adventures,And think not of a wife, untill y ave servd out your why ? I think
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