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<HEAD>The Combers Whi&s;tle OR, <HI>The Sport of the Spring.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>Th<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">s &s;tory plain will make appear,</L>
<L>What mettle men the Combers are,</L>
<L>And that they are no whit afraid,</L>
<L>To entertain a pretty Maid;</L>
<L>The plea&s;ant time in mirth they &s;pent,</L>
<L>Where as he gave her good content.</L>
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<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>The Carmans Whi&s;tle.</HI></OPENER>
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<P>With Allowance,</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Ro. L'E&s;trange.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<LG>
<L>ALL in a plea&s;ant Morning,</L>
<L>in the Merry Month of <HI>May;</HI></L>
<L>Walking the fragrant Meadows,</L>
<L>where the Comber took his way:</L>
<L>And viewing round about him,</L>
<L>whereas he did remain;</L>
<L>At length he &s;pyed a fair Maid,</L>
<L>upon the flowry Plain.</L>
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<LG>
<L>So chearful was her countenance,</L>
<L>and lovely to behold,</L>
<L>She &s;eem'd as if that <HI>Venus</HI> fair,</L>
<L>was of the &s;elf &s;ame Mold.</L>
<L>And many a &s;mirk, and &s;mile &s;he gave,</L>
<L>all in the Meadows green,</L>
<L>I could compare her unto none,</L>
<L>but unto Loves fair Queen.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At length &s;he turn'd her &s;miling</L>
<L>into a love-&s;ick &s;ong,</L>
<L>Lamenting of her woful chance,</L>
<L>&s;he &s;taid a Maid &s;o long:</L>
<L>There's many that are younger</L>
<L>then I, that have been wed;</L>
<L>Yet &s;till I fear that I &s;hall dye,</L>
<L>and keep my Maiden-head.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Fathers rich and wealthy,</L>
<L>and hath no Child but I,</L>
<L>But &s;till I want a Husband,</L>
<L>to keep me company:</L>
<L>My years are young and tender,</L>
<L>and I am fair and tall,</L>
<L>Yet there is never a youngman,</L>
<L>will comfort me at all.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>THe blo&s;&s;oms of my beauty,</L>
<L>I think may well invite,</L>
<L>Some Batchelor of fortune good,</L>
<L>to take me for his right;</L>
<L>For why I dare pre&s;ume it,</L>
<L>there's few doth me excell,</L>
<L>As it is manife&s;t and plain,</L>
<L>to all that know me well.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How happy are tho&s;e Virgins all,</L>
<L>that in the City throng,</L>
<L>For they have Sweet-hearts plenty,</L>
<L>and ne'r live &s;ingle long;</L>
<L>Which makes me grieve &s;o &s;adly,</L>
<L>that yet I am not &s;ped,</L>
<L>For in plain terms, to tell you true,</L>
<L>I long for to be wed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This Comber he &s;tood li&s;tning,</L>
<L>to hear her make &s;uch moan,</L>
<L>His heart was &s;orely grieved,</L>
<L>to &s;ee her all alone;</L>
<L>He quickly &s;tept unto her,</L>
<L>and with a joyful cheer,</L>
<L>Quoth he fair Maid I chanced,</L>
<L>your mournful Song to hear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now I'm come to ea&s;e you</L>
<L>of all your grief and pain,</L>
<L>For why, I well can plea&s;e you,</L>
<L>by Whi&s;tling of a &s;train;</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he I long to hear it,</L>
<L>&s;o well that you can play,</L>
<L>Then prithee go about it &s;traight,</L>
<L>becau&s;e I hate delay.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then he pull'd forth his Whi&s;tle</L>
<L>and plaid a note or two;</L>
<L>The Maid &s;he was &s;o over-joy'd,</L>
<L>&s;he knew not what to do:</L>
<L>And well &s;he was contented,</L>
<L>with him to bear a part,</L>
<L>A ble&s;&s;ing &s;aid this Maiden fair,</L>
<L>light on this Combers heart.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Quoth &s;he, I prithee tell me,</L>
<L>where did'&s;t thou learn this game,</L>
<L>It was a young brisk Journey-man</L>
<L>that made it for his Dame.</L>
<L>With which he oft did plea&s;e her,</L>
<L>as &s;he to him did &s;ay,</L>
<L>And charg'd him that he &s;hould not &s;ee,</L>
<L>the Whi&s;tle made a way.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then &s;he did him de&s;ire</L>
<L>one other Time to play,</L>
<L>Which made her &s;o admire</L>
<L>&s;he thus to him did &s;ay:</L>
<L>Of all the plea&s;ant Mu&s;ick</L>
<L>that ever I did know;</L>
<L>The Combers merry Whi&s;tle,</L>
<L>&s;hall for my money go.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O when &s;hall we two meet again,</L>
<L>for plea&s;ure and delight?</L>
<L>At any time or &s;ea&s;on,</L>
<L>by day, or eke by night:</L>
<L>Then count me very &s;lothful,</L>
<L>if that you &s;end for me,</L>
<L>When as I fail to meet my Dear:</L>
<L>&s;o take the&s;e Ki&s;&s;es three.</L>
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<P>Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.</P>
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