A pleasant new Court Song, Betweene a young Courtier, and a Countrey Lasse,

To a new Court Tune.
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V [...]on a Summers time,
in the middle of the morne,
A bonny [...]asse I spide,
the fa [...]rest ere was borne,
Fast by a standing Poole,
within a meddow greene,
She laid her selfe to coole,
not thinking to be seene.
She [...]athered louely flowres,
and spent her tune in sport:
As [...] to Cupids bowres
she daily did resort.
The fields afford content
vnto this Maiden kinde,
Much time and paines she spent,
to satisfie her minde.
The Cowslip there she cropt,
the Daffadill and Dazie:
The Primrose lookt so trim,
she scorned to be lazie:
And euer as sh [...] did
these pretty posies pull,
She rose and fetcht a sigh,
and wisht her apron full.
I hearing of her wish,
made bold to step vnto her:
Thinking her loue to winne,
I thus began to wooe her▪
Faire Maid, be not so coy,
to kisse thée I am bent:
O fie, she cride, away,
yet smiling gaue consent.
Then did I helpe to [...]lucke
of euery flowre that grew,
No herbe nor flowre I [...]st,
but onely Time and Rue.
But she and I tooke paines
to gather flowre [...] [...],
Untill this Maiden said,
kinde Sir, Ile haue no more.
Yet still my louing heart
did proffer more to pull.
No Sir, quoth she Ile part,
because mine apron's full▪
So Sir. Ile take my leaue▪
till next we méet ag [...]ine:
Reward [...] ▪ me with a [...]isse
and thankes me for my paine.

The second part,

To the same tune.
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IT was my chance of late,
to walke the pleasant fields:
Wher swéet tun'd chirping birds,
harmonious musicke yéelds.
I lent a listning eare
vnto their musicke rare:
At last mine eye did glance
vpon a Damsell faire.
I stept me close aside,
vnder a Hawthorne bryer:
Her passions laid her downe,
o're-rul'd with fond desire.
Alacke fond Maid she cride,
and strai [...]ht she fell a wéeping,
Why suffer [...]st thou thy heart,
within a false ones keeping?
Wherefore is Venus Quéene,
whom Maides adore in minde,
Obdurate to our prayers,
or like her fond [...]ing blinde:
When we do spend our loues,
whose fond expence is vaine?
For men are growne so false,
they cannot loue againe.
The Quéene of Loue doth know,
best how the matter stands,
And Hymen knowes▪ I long
to come within her bands.
My Loue best knowes m [...] [...]
and loue repaies with hate:
Was eue [...] Uirgins loue,
so much vnfortunate?
Did my loue fickle proue,
then had he cause to [...]:
But Ile be iudg'd by [...],
I lou'd him constant [...]y.
I hearing of her bowe [...],
set bashfulnesse a part
And striu'd with all my skill,
to cheere this Maidens heart.
I did instruct her loue,
where loue might be rep [...]d:
Could I, quoth the [...] loue,
I were an happy Maid.
I straight in loue replide.
In me thou loue shalt finde:
So made the bargaine sore,
and eas'd the Maidens minde.
FINIS▪

Printed for Edward Wright.

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