The merry Countrey MAIDS ANSWER To the Countrey Lovers Conquest:

Exactly a description she doth make
And gets it Printed for her Sweet-hearts sake
Of all his Courting Complements and Lyes,
His proper person, and his quallities
The match is half made up, you'l say good firs,
For she hath his good will, he wanteth hers.
The Tune is, Once I Lov'd a Lass with a Rowling Eye.
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ONce I knew a Lad
with a brazen face
His Carriage was so bad
VVhen he did me-imbrace
That I could not love him,
had he bags of Gold
Money shall not tempt me.
I will not be fool'd,
I could not endure him
truth I do not mock,
Cause that in his Cradle
he received a knock.
You heard how this clown
began to Complement,
Though maids did on him frown,
he gave himself content.
He was mighty gallant
being Cloathed in Gray
He thought no girle in the Nation.
ere would say him nay
But this is my humour,
Since that maids may Choose
I scorn such silly fellows,
ere should wipe my shooes.

The Second Part

to the same Tune.
THis same simple fellow
void of wit or grace,
Made bold attempt,
and stair'd me in the face▪
He made no other question,
but I were his own,
As by these following verses
to you shall be shown,
To this height and bigness
he could Crack and lie,
Yet our folkes can witness
he were scarce Hog high.
Of his house and Land,
he would brag and boast,
Ift was worth twenty pound,
I'me sure that was the most,
Likewise of his Cattle
he did often prate.
His tongue went prittle prattle,
to get him a mate.
His case I never pity'd,
cause his means were small
Besides he was half witted
wich was worst of all.
Sarah said he danc'd,
just like to a Clown.
Nan did vow and swear,
the boyes would put him down
Doll and Sue and Prudence
could not him abide,
Though Frank smil'd upon him
she did him deride,
He was such a fellow,
when he danc'd a Iig
He kist like Punchanello
or a sucking Pig.
The space of half an hour
this Lobcock he did pra [...]e.
I had no other poker
but lay him o're the pate,
VVhen he understood
I could not him abide,
He in a sullen mood
then Sate him down and Cri [...]
Quoth his foolish mother,
why art thou so slack.
Once again go try her,
clapping him o'th back.
Then undauntedly,
without wit or fear,
He to my face did say
that I must be his dear.
Although I did slave him,
he was impudent,
In truth I would not have him
if he owned Kent.
Thus he was deceived
as you plainly see,
Cause our Resolutions,
could not well agree.
He need not Leap for joy,
of any thing he gain'd.
Nor made the VVo [...]ld to know
a VVife he had obtaine'd
For rather then I'le marry,
such a Clownish Jack
I'l buy a witty fellow,
Cloaths to put on [...]s back
Though some fools have Fortune
this we daily see
And doth Conquer many,
None shall conquer me
FINIS▪

London, Printed for R. Burton, at the Horshoo in West-Smithfield.

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