The politick Maid.
OR,

A dainty new ditty,

both pleasant and witty:

VVherein you may see,

the maides policie.
To a pleasant new tune.
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THere was a Knight was wine drunke,
as he rode on the way,
And there he spide a bonny Lasse,
among the Cocks of Hay:
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Vp and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.
This gallant Knight vnto the Lasse,
did present take his way,
But it séem'd he had a shame face,
he did not Court and play:
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Vp and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.
When he came to this bonny Lasse,
he found she was not coy,
His courtesie she did imbrace,
and did not say him nay:
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Vp and downe in yonder dale
with hey tro nonney nonney.
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If we should sit vs downe here,
vpon the grasse so gréene,
Heres neither shéet nor couering,
to kéepe our cloathes cleane:
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Vp and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.
And if we should sit downe quoth he,
among the Cockes of hay,
Then would come forth the Kings Pinder,
and take our stéedes away:
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Vp and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.
I haue rings on my fingers,
made of the purest gold,
That will release our stéedes againe
out of the Kings pinfold:
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Vp and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.

The second part

To the same tune.
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SIR Knight if you will goe with me,
into my Fathers Bowers,
There may you sit and talke with me,
this thrée or foure houres:
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Up and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.
When she came to her Fathers Bowers,
they were moted round about,
Then she slipt in at a wicke.
and left Sir Knight without:
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Up and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.
Now I am here a maide within,
and you Sir Knight without,
You may lay straw vnder your féete
to kéepe you from the gout:
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Up and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.
Henceforth when you doe méet a maide
a mile out of the towne,
Sir Knight you must not be affraid,
of soyling of her gowne:
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Up and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.
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And if you chance to méet a maid,
amongst the Cockes of hay,
Sir Knight you must not be affraid,
with her to Court, and say
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Up and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.
It is a prouerb many say,
and truth it is in tryall,
He that will not when as he may,
shall after haue denyall:
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry,
Up and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.
And thus Sir Knight now fare you well,
to you I bid adieu,
Now you hereafter wards may tell
how I haue serued you.
Sing loud, whistle in the winde,
blow merry merry merry,
Up and downe in yonder dale,
with hey tro nonney nonney.
FINIS.
R. C.

Printed at London for Thomas Lam­bert, at the signe of the Hors-shoo in Smithfield.

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