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A pleasant new northerne song. called the two York-shire lovers To a pleasant new court tune, or, the tune of Willy.
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1635
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STC 26104; ESTC S102220
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A pleasant new Northerne Song called the two York shire Lovers To a pleasant new Court tune Or the tune of Willy WHen Willv once he stayed To fetch home a lamb that straied vnder a hill side a bonny Lasse he spide Of whom he was well apaied Her chéekes like Cherries growing Her lips like Rose-buds blowing her eyes blacke and cleare as the Sloe vpon the bréere Or the worme in the hedge lies glowing Her waste so small and slender Her skin so soft and tender he sigh'd and he said that she was a faire Maid And his loue to her he 'd render The wind did seeme to play With her tresses as she lay betwixt hope and feare He was in despairs To giue her the time of the day Yet resolu'd to court this Minion There stept in a new opinion this timorous Clowne thought Phaebe had come downe To speake with her loued Endimion His errand quite forgotten He lean'd to a tree was rotten he swore by the Masse there was neuer such a Lasse His heart with a shaft was shotten Then boldly he stept vnto her His eyes shot affection through her he cast away feaâ—es and pricking vp his eares Thus Willy began to wooe her Good day quoth he my honny Thou dearer to me than money I le lose my little Lambe And gladly giue the Damme To lig with a Lasse so bonny Now list to what I le tell thée There 's none in shape doth excell thée so thou wilt wed me none happier than thée Nor better day ere befell me Of Nuts I le giue thee plenty And red side Apples twenty my butter I le leese to make thee summer Cheese And Creame to make Egge pies dainty My Lambs new gowns shal beare thée No daglockes shall ere come neere thee the Poultry of the Towne shall cackle without Downe Ere I le want a soft bed to cheere thee My Bagpipes mirth shall make thee Each morne with a Song I le wake thée at night I le not faile to tell a merry tale And make thy sad thoughts forsake thee The second part To the same tune WHite Lillies shall paue the Closes Each brier shall blush with Roses the grasse greene and sweet shall kisse thy tender feet And the Medows shall yéeld thee posies With shady bowers set ore thee With thousand contents I le store thee while by some cleere brooke with my little Dog and hooke I le bring my fine Ewes before thee While thus he was close set at her Quoth she I suspect the matter for an houres sport like the false alluring Court The Country has learned to flatter Therefore leaue off thy wooing I loue not such short doing and come vnto the matter I loue not for to flatter True affection hates long suing But if your loue will proue steddy Till Hymen had made him ready then surfet all night in a captiue Maids delight Which yet but ayre hath fed ye Quoth he I loue none aboue thee For chastity I proue thee as constant I le proue as the Mate vnto the Doue Nay thogh thou wert dead I le loue thee And all contents I le giue thee So that thou wilt liue with me my life and all I le loose ere I my Loue abuse And all my rich kith vnto me As Willy thus was talking The Shepherds eyes were walking each legge and each limbe so tricked so trim She thought it no time of balking Her heart with loue was taken God Cupiâ— did her awaken and cast a cheerefull eye vpon him by and by To shew he was not forsaken His lips to hers he laid She neuer a word gaine-said thus ioyning their hands they tyed the Nuptiall bands Which neuer till death decai'd Such happy ioy God send me When I to wed intend me and to each faithfull Louer where they be one or other I heartily commend thee FINIS London printed for Iohn Wright