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The Dorset-shire lovers: or, The honest innocent wooing between John the farmer and his sweet-heart Joan, as they happen'd to meet one morning in the midst of a green meadow. To the tune of, The Scotch hay-makers. Licens'd according to order.
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1688-1692?
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Wing D1954; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[78]
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The Dorset-shire Lovers OR THE Honest innocent Wooing between John the Farmer and his Sweet-heart Joan as they happen'd to meet one Morning in the midst of a green Meadow To the Tune of The Scotch Hâ—ymakers Licens'd according to Order Passing through a Meadow young John did Joany meet Like the youthful Queen of May in her Summer's Robes compleat With a Congue to the ground he reply'd Since I have found So fit a season 't is but reason our Comforts should be crown'd Long I have lov'd thee I must confess But ne'r could find a time Love my kindness to express For sure it is well known my Heart is thine alone I 'll never never sever sever from my loving Joan. John I fear you flatter as many more has done For young Batâ—helors we see after many Damsels run I by true experience find that they waver with the Wind New change of Faces and Embraces pleases best their Mind Therefore I pray you now let me go But Johnny he reply'd I will never serve thee so For sure it is well known my Heart is thine alone I 'll never never sever sever from my loving Joan. Love thou shalt be Marry'd and be a vertuous Bride And I 'll give thee Gloves and Rings with twenty things beside For the pleasures of the night shall my dearest Love delight Then sit down by me don't deny me for thy Beauty bright I do admire and ever shall Till now I he'r beheld one so proper straight and talk Since we are here al ne the truth I will make known I 'll never never sever sever from my loving Joan. If you will believe me introth I am too young Therefore tempt me now no more with your deluding Tongue O your kissing John forbear least you draw me in a snare Your talk of Weding and of Beding makes me blush I swear What if my Mother should chance to know That in the silent Mead I was kiss'd and courted so Queth Johnny It is all one to her I 'd make it known I 'll never never sever sever from my loving Joan. John why will you Marry now while the Times are hard Should we be poor and needy pray whom will us regard We must think upon that state now before it is too late For should we Marry and Miscarry then will our Grief be great Therefore I 'd have you yet longer stay But Johnny he reply'd He wou'd Wed without delay Quoth he It is well known my Heart is thine alone I 'll never never sover sever from my loving Joan. Never fear to venture or in the least be sad For my Gransir dy'd of late and left me all he had There 's a Farm which now I keep with a herd and flock of Sheep With other Treasure out of measure thou shalt Comforts reap For I 'll maintain thee gallant and gay Therefore my Dearest now let 's appoint our Wedding-day To joyn our Hearts in one for thou art mine alone I 'll never never sever sever from my loving Joan. Thou shalt mind the Dairy and I the happy farm I will keep thee Men and Maids I hope that is no harm Thou shalt feed on roast and boâ—l'd and I 'll get my Dear with Child Which will be Pleasure out of measure Joan at this she smil'd For she delighted in living well Therefore said she Sweet John now the naked truth to tell If you 'll be mine alone and joyn our Hearts in one I 'll never never sever sever but be thy sweet Joan. There is none I honour above my true Love John On my Conscience thou wilt prove a right honest Man We 'll be Marry'd let me see about Thursday next that we Without delaying foolish staying never pleases me Now I admire the charming Bliss Thes Johnny he reply'd with a tender loving kiss 'T is thee I love alone our He arts we 'll joyn in one And never never sever sever from my loving Joan. London Printed for P. Brookshy at the Golden-ball in Pye-corner