A merry Ballad of a rich Maid that had 18. seuerall Suitors of seuerall Countries: otherwise called the scornefull Maid. To the tune of, hoop do me no harme good man.
I Am a young lasse, and my time doth so passe,
That of late I did long for to marry▪
I haue for my déere fiue hundred a yeare,
And y
[...]t for all that I will tarry.
I had with a Scot, m
[...]ckle m
[...]ny I w
[...],
He strou
[...]ed with
[...]apier and Poniard:
He is laid with fine lase, but I like not his face,
[...] feare he has lost his Whiniard.
Then came one from France who bra
[...]ely could dance,
Hee is proper in euery ioynt:
Yet in his Country, he scapt well the P
[...]e,
So well he did cut the crosse poynt,
A Signiour Spaniore, is late come ore,
And he thinkes that he hath no fellow,
He is
[...]ot in the Re
[...]ne, and hath got a straine,
By da
[...]cing in a Bandello.
Then came a Duch-man can teuse well the can,
Till his head be as light as a feather:
The Spaniard had's Punck, & the Dutch-man was drunk,
And so they went both together.
An Italian came post, and full well he can bost,
But I like no such fond fellowes:
If I were his wife he should lead an ill life,
[...] I doe like none so iealous.
From Rome one came to me, who daily did wo me
He fasted three dayes in the w
[...]ke,
But when prayer is done, if he spie a faire Nun,
His stomacke is wonder full quick.
A troublesome Turke, did make hasty worke,
But his suite it was quickly ended:
I scornd his beliefe, and so to be briefe,
He did returne home offended.
Then next a braue Dane, came marching amaine,
But I answered him as the rest,
That he could not preuaile, so he hoyst vp his saile,
For his nose could abide no iest.
From Ireland I had a
[...] braue lad,
Each Limbe was proportioned mighty:
Truth was he was poore) yet I gaue him o're,
Cause his breath stunke of Aquauity.
From Sw
[...]thland resorted, a man well reported
And he made a proffer to woe me:
His neck was so bigge, and so small was his legge,
That since he would neuer come to me.
From Rushia likewise, in an
[...]k disguise,
One came which did thinke to obtaine me:
But his hayre & his hood, against my minde
stood[?]
Therefore he shall neuer gaine me.
The Second Part of the scornefull Maide. To the same tune.
A Grecian one day, my loue did assay,
(Who standeth at euery Church doore
[...])
I neuer respected though he me affected,
I had rather turne fidlers whore.
An Almaine Rut spide me, and presently tride me,
Who thought I would yéeld at the first:
But I could not abide he should lye by my side,
For some say they are diuelish and
[...]urst.
From Pol did come hither in Summers hot weather,
He strutted and stalk't with a grace:
So soone as I spide him I could not abide him,
His nose was frozen of on his face.
He had a great minde, and was willing inclind,
No Nation so willing as those,
He swore and protested I gibed and ieasted,
And had him goe get a new nose.
A Barbarian, a bigge bellied man,
Did pro
[...]r to win me for's wife:
But I told him this, he should surely misse,
For I likt not his course of life.
From Amsterdame a vile Athiest came,
He was neither true Dutchman nor Pole:
But I doe reiect all that are of that sect,
For I doubt me that hell hath his soule.
This hafeminded Creature doth thinke that by nature,
Both heauen and earth is made:
He thinkes there's no hell, where Athiests must
But my minde he shall not perswade.
A Gentleman of Wales did tell her fine tales,
That her had a house built on a hill,
Had Pig and had Goat, and gréene léek in the pot,
And could
[...]at good Couse
bobby[?] her
[...]ll.
He would keepe me so brau
[...], if I would him haue,
He would buy me a hood and a hat:
He would buy me fiue hose, with garters and
rose[?],
And sweet heart how like you
[...]
A English man came, but I know not his name,
And he brauely could quasse it an quarrell:
Hee'le drinke till he bye, some sayes, but not I,
And sell all his lands for apparrell.
If I would be his wife, he swore by his life,
[...],
Ere long he would make me a Lady:
He would sell his
[...]d manners to buy him
[...]
And thats but the trick of a baby.
Now which should I haue, your councels I craue
If you can but finde one will fit me:
The best I will take, and amends; Ile you make,
If Cupid ere then doe not hit me.
FINIS.
Imprinted at London for Henry Go [...]o [...].