The west-country dialogue: or, A pleasant ditty between Anniseed-Robin the miller, and his brother Jack the plough-man, concerning Joan, poor Robin's unkind lover. To the tune of, O folly, desperate folly, &c. Licensed according to order. 1688-1692? Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2009-03 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). B06518 Wing W1399 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[514] 99887347 ocm99887347 183610

This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal. The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission.

 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06518) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183610) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[143]; A5:2[392]; A5:2[401]) The west-country dialogue: or, A pleasant ditty between Anniseed-Robin the miller, and his brother Jack the plough-man, concerning Joan, poor Robin's unkind lover. To the tune of, O folly, desperate folly, &c. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, in Pye-corner, [London] : [between 1688-1692] Date and place of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "VVell met my loving brother Jack ..." Items at A5:2[392] and A5:2[401] imperfect: trimmed affecting imprint. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library and the British Library.

Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford.

EEBO-TCP is a partnership between the Universities of Michigan and Oxford and the publisher ProQuest to create accurately transcribed and encoded texts based on the image sets published by ProQuest via their Early English Books Online (EEBO) database (http://eebo.chadwyck.com). The general aim of EEBO-TCP is to encode one copy (usually the first edition) of every monographic English-language title published between 1473 and 1700 available in EEBO.

EEBO-TCP aimed to produce large quantities of textual data within the usual project restraints of time and funding, and therefore chose to create diplomatic transcriptions (as opposed to critical editions) with light-touch, mainly structural encoding based on the Text Encoding Initiative (http://www.tei-c.org).

The EEBO-TCP project was divided into two phases. The 25,363 texts created during Phase 1 of the project have been released into the public domain as of 1 January 2015. Anyone can now take and use these texts for their own purposes, but we respectfully request that due credit and attribution is given to their original source.

Users should be aware of the process of creating the TCP texts, and therefore of any assumptions that can be made about the data.

Text selection was based on the New Cambridge Bibliography of English Literature (NCBEL). If an author (or for an anonymous work, the title) appears in NCBEL, then their works are eligible for inclusion. Selection was intended to range over a wide variety of subject areas, to reflect the true nature of the print record of the period. In general, first editions of a works in English were prioritized, although there are a number of works in other languages, notably Latin and Welsh, included and sometimes a second or later edition of a work was chosen if there was a compelling reason to do so.

Image sets were sent to external keying companies for transcription and basic encoding. Quality assurance was then carried out by editorial teams in Oxford and Michigan. 5% (or 5 pages, whichever is the greater) of each text was proofread for accuracy and those which did not meet QA standards were returned to the keyers to be redone. After proofreading, the encoding was enhanced and/or corrected and characters marked as illegible were corrected where possible up to a limit of 100 instances per text. Any remaining illegibles were encoded as <gap>s. Understanding these processes should make clear that, while the overall quality of TCP data is very good, some errors will remain and some readable characters will be marked as illegible. Users should bear in mind that in all likelihood such instances will never have been looked at by a TCP editor.

The texts were encoded and linked to page images in accordance with level 4 of the TEI in Libraries guidelines.

Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements).

Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site.

 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-08 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Weſt-Country DIALOGUE:

OR, A Pleaſant Ditty between Anniſeed-Robin the Miller, and his Brother Jack the Plough-man, concerning Joan, poor Robin's unkind Lover.

 To the Tune of, O folly, deſperate Folly, &c.

Licenſed according to Order.

Robin. WEll met my loving Brother Jack, mind what I ſhall ſay to thee, My Mother tells me that I lack a Woman to wait on me: She tells me I'm big enough now for a Wife, And therefore muſt alter my Batchelor's life; But I am afraid of care, trouble, and ſtrife: O Charges, Family-charges, makes me afraid to wed, Jack. 'Tis like you are loath to take a Bride, becauſe that the Times are hard, Pray caſt ſuch careful thoughts aſide, and never ſuch things regard: For if you can live now when ev'ry thing's dear, Why then Brother Robin, I'll make it appear, In times of full Plenty much Moneys you'l clear O marry prithee now marry, Joan is a pritty Girl. Robin. I am not ſure that honeſt Joan, will marry with me I ſwear; For ſhe to ſuch a height is grown. that if I by chance come there, And Proffer to kiſs her, ſhe'll turn her about, And then with her Fiſts ſhe'll batter my ſnout, Till bloud from the ſame came trickling out: O marry, if I ſhould marry, How will ſhe ſerve me then? Jack. 'Tis like you did not compliment, and give her a kind Embrace; But like ſome clowniſh Booby went with Hat hanging o'er your Face; And it may be, your Shoes and your Stockings unty'd, You look'd like a Lover that want • a Bride; For ſome ſuch like Reaſon ſhe liquor'd your hide O Robin, Anniſeed Robin, is it the truth or no? Robin. Believe me as I am a Man, true Breeding I there expreſt; And as you know full well I can, I went in Apparel dreſt. My Grandfather's Hat, and my Calve's leather-cloath •• Then into her preſence I merrily goes, And made her a Congee quite down to my Toes; yet Joaney angry Joaney kickt me about the Room, Jack. You ſhou'd have told her what you had, to bring a young Woman to; This would have made her Heart full glad, without any more ado With Kiſſes thou ſhould'ſt have ſaid, If thou'ſt be mine, Why then all my Capons, my Turkies, and ſwine, And every thing elſe that I have ſhould be thine: Then Robin, Anniſeed-Robin, you wou'd have gain'd her Love. Robin. I was not wanting to declare, my Riches to her at Large, And how I was my Fathers, Heir, ſure I could maintain a charge, And told her, that I had a Cow, and a Calf, And ſomething likewiſe that would make her to laugh, As large, and as long as a Conſtables Staff: yet Joaney, Paſſionate Joaney, kickt me about the Floor. Jack. Go try your Fortune once again, and never be daunted ſo; Her love you may at length obtain, for Laſſes are coy you know: But after a while they ſurrender and yield, For Love is a thing cannot be conceal'd, And you may be Lord of the conquering Field, then Robin, tickle her Robin, ſhe will at laſt be thine. Robin. To take your Council I'll nor fail, but to her I'll go once more, I'll give her Cuſtards, Cakes and Ale, which I did not do before; I'll ſpend a whole Shilling, and when it is done It ſhe will not love, me as ſure as a Gun, I'll call her young Whore, and away I will run: ſo leave her, utterly leave her, never come there again,

Printed for P. Brooksby in 〈…〉