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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The Plovvmans Art in VVoeing</HEAD>
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<L>The brisk young plowman doth believe</L>
<L>If he were put to tryal,</L>
<L>There's not a maid in all the Shire</L>
<L>Could give him the denyal.</L>
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<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>Cupid's Trappan.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>I Am a young man that do follow the Plow</L>
<L>But of late I have found out an art,</L>
<L>And can when I plea&s;e with abundance of ea&s;e,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>Deprive any maid of her heart, brave boys</L>
<L>Deprive &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To think how they'l yield as I walk in the field</L>
<L>My thinks is &s;o plea&s;ant to me,</L>
<L>I long to be nigh her who'l burn like a fire,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>If &s;he but my favour doth &s;ee, brave boys</L>
<L>If &s;he &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Such wenches I think mu&s;t be certainly mad,</L>
<L>Who&s;e hearts are betray'd with a &s;mile,</L>
<L>But they quickly find &s;uch a change in my mind</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>That will them of all plea&s;ure beguile, brave</L>
<L>That &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And will make them look pale like maidens &s;o &s;tale</L>
<L>That for a good Husband doth long,</L>
<L>And this unto me &s;uch plea&s;ure will be</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>That I &s;hall thereof make a &s;ong, brave</L>
<L>That &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For who can delight in a thing that is fond</L>
<L>'Tis a thing that I never could do,</L>
<L>My pa&s;&s;ion is gone when &s;he doates upon <HI>John,</HI></L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>Then another Girl I mu&s;t go woe, brave</L>
<L>That I &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And in a months &s;pace it will be her ca&s;e</L>
<L>If &s;he can be ea&s;ily wonn,</L>
<L>To mourn and bewail beneath the <HI>Milk-Pale,</HI></L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>And to cry &s;he's for&s;ook and undone, brave</L>
<L>And to cry &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I could ne'r under&s;tand there's a man in the land</L>
<L>Could delight in whats ea&s;ily gain'd,</L>
<L>But if it be &s;o that Love they long &s;tow,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>Then they'r pa&s;&s;ion mu&s;t &s;urely be feignd, brave</L>
<L>Then &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then give me the wench that has &s;o much &s;ence</L>
<L>When a Young&s;ter doth come upon tryal.</L>
<L>Will &s;o cunningly deal that his heart &s;he may &s;teal;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>And &s;eemingly give the denyall, brave</L>
<L>And &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She &s;urely will find young men be more kind,</L>
<L>If &s;he be but &s;trange and untoward,</L>
<L>For men like the fire do burn with de&s;ire,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>If they meet with a maid that is froward, brave</L>
<L>If &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But it is the fa&s;hion throughout all the nation,</L>
<L>And chiefly in Country Townes,</L>
<L>Men maidens beguil who are won with a &s;mile</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>And then they'r de&s;troy'd with their frowns brave</L>
<L>And &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And it may be &s;aid there's not a milk maid,</L>
<L>Although &s;he be never &s;o fair,</L>
<L>But if once I begin, her heart I would win</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>And by my fair words would betray her, brave</L>
<L>And by &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It is a rare thing to hear the Girls &s;ing</L>
<L>Oh! my love hath for&s;aken me quite,</L>
<L>And for his dear &s;ake my heart it doth ake,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>I langui&s;h by day and by night, brave boys</L>
<L>I langui&s;h &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As I follow the Plow my thinks I &s;ee how</L>
<L>They look pale and their lips they do tremble</L>
<L>Cau&s;e they were mi&s;taken and are for&s;aken</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>By Young&s;ters that much did di&s;&s;emble, brave.</L>
<L>By Young&s;ters &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I will have tother bout and without any doubt</L>
<L>Ile compa&s;s the thing I de&s;ire,</L>
<L>For I cannot well pa&s;s if I meet with a La&s;s,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>Till her heart it be &s;et on a fire, brave</L>
<L>Till her &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There's <HI>Marget</HI> and <HI>Jone</HI> who &s;till lye all alone</L>
<L>But ile venture to lay twenty &s;hilling,</L>
<L>If a motion I make to cure their heart ake</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>To lye with me both will be willing, brave</L>
<L>To lye &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There's <HI>Su&s;an</HI> and <HI>Kate</HI> that long for to ha't</L>
<L>And are vigorous in their de&s;ire,</L>
<L>But before they are mad let &s;ome lu&s;ty young lad</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L>Make ha&s;te and Extingui&s;h their fire, brave</L>
<L>Make. &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
</LG>
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<P><HI>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the Golden Ball in We&s;t-Smith-field.</HI></P>
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