The Country-Maids Delight; Or; The Husbandman's Honour made known.
Being a Delightful song in praise of a Plow-man.
You Husbandmen that in Country doth dwell,
I pray observe and mark my Ditty well,
In praise of you I will set forth aright,
In this song call'd,
The Countrey Maids Delight.
To the tune of,
the souldiers delight; Or,
the seamans adieu to his dear.
YOu young-men and Maids that in Country doth dwell,
lend attention if time spare you can;
Ile sing you a song that will please full well,
in praise of the honest Plow-man;
Then hay for the Plow-man that's valiant and stout,
I love him as dear as my life,
For if e'r I be wed, or lose my Maiden-head,
I will be a Husbandman's wife.
Then mark well I pray what to you I shall say,
Ile shew you if you'l understand,
How a Plow-man is him that in honour shall swim,
for he is the main staff of the Land.
Then, &c.
In the first place he worketh and labours full hard,
and takes great pains every day,
In Tilling and sowing in Reaping and Mowing,
for he has but small time for to play.
Then, &c.
And when his days work it is ended and done,
he's as merry as a Bird in the Cage:
Then with Bacon and Beef the which is of the chief,
his hunger it doth soon assuage.
Then,
&c.
Then to bed he doth go his nights rest for to take,
in the morning betimes riseth he,
His business to ply whether't be wet or dry,
for such things neglected must not be.
Then,
&c.
And thus you may see that a Plow-man is a man,
that bad Husbandry doth abhor,
But he takes pains, yet be getteth good gains,
whilst many Tradesmen live but poor.
Then hey for the Plow-man that's valiant and stout,
I love him as dear as my life;
For if e're I be wed, or lose my Maiden head,
Ile be a Husbandman's VVife.
ILe not have a Taylor to measure my waste,
for he is falce in every way:
He loves Cabbidge so dear, that he cannot forbear,
but he the Thief often must play;
then hey for the Plowman that's Valiant and Stout▪
I love him as dear as my life▪
If e'r I be Wed, or lose my maiden-head,
I will be a Husbandman's wife.
Also the stout Miller with his Tole-dish,
he never shall grind in my Mill,
For he is a Knave, though he bears it out brave,
and so he will ever be still:
then, &c.
There's the Weaver, the Blacksmith, and the Shoo make
most of them are deceitful also,
But a Plow-man is he that my true Love must be,
in spight of all them that say no.
Then, &c,
For if it were not for the honest Plow-man,
what should we do for Bear or Bread,
The Baker and the Maultmen themselves might go hang
for trading with them would be dead.
Then, &c.
Also young fine Citizens the which doth go,
so gallant so trim and so neat;
Tho dainties they have that's both pleasant and brave,
yet without Bread they cannot them eat.
Then, &c.
And ift e'r be my fortune to have a Plow-man,
with him i'le go through thick and thin;
'Tis not Lord nor Earl that hath got Gold or Pearl,
that shall my true love from him win.
Then, &c.
Then let Country Lasses be all of my mind,
the honest Plow-man for to love,
He is constant and true, he'l not turn with the wind,
but he's as true as the Turtle-Dove.
Then. &c,
And so to conclude my new ditty here pen'd,
God bless the brave Plow-man I say,
I wish him prosperity unto the end,
for 'tis he that doth carry the day.
Then hey for the Plow-man that's val
[...]ant and stout
I love him as dear as my life,
If e're I be wed, and lose my Maiden head,
I'le be a Husbandmans wife.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright▪ and J. Clarke.