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<DATE>2008-11-06</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080925.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>The Countrey FARMER: OR, THE Buxome VIRGIN.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To a <HI>New</HI> Tune. called, <HI>New-Market,</HI> or King <HI>Jame&s;'s Jigg;</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>THere was a brisk La&s;s both Bonny and Brown,</L>
<L>That courted her Sweet heart, in our Town,</L>
<L>She laid by her work, her wheel, and Yarn,</L>
<L>To find out her love in the Farmers Barn,</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he, if thou wilt be married,</L>
<L>We'l high to the <HI>Prie&s;t,</HI> then to bed,</L>
<L>My Virgin Trea&s;ure i'le give thee <HI>Ned,</HI></L>
<L>That is to be plain my Maiden-head.</L>
<L>You know that my love is a Flame of Fire,</L>
<L>And burns when it cannot obtain de&s;ire,</L>
<L>My Beauty is now in it's bloom and prime,</L>
<L>And I cannot, nor wonnot delay the time:</L>
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<LG>
<L>I long for to ta&s;te of tho&s;e tender joys,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;oft Ki&s;&s;es, and wanton Toys,</L>
<L>That every Maid in her Wedding enjoys,</L>
<L>When La&s;&s;es with Lovers get lu&s;ty Boys.</L>
<L>A Garland of Flowers my love &s;hall wear,</L>
<L>And i'le give him a lock of my coal-black-hair,</L>
<L>At every <HI>Wake</HI> my love i'le treat,</L>
<L>And i'le give him kind bu&s;&s;es as Cream-Bowls &s;weet;</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt be my <HI>Buck</HI> and i'le be thy <HI>Doe,</HI></L>
<L>And i'le Milk, and thou &s;halt mowe,</L>
<L>I'le Card, and i'le Spin, while, you Harrow and &s;owe</L>
<L>And call upon <HI>Dobbin</HI> with <HI>Hey-ge-woe.</HI></L>
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<L>Quoth <HI>Ned,</HI> for your Love I take no care,</L>
<L>But bu&s;ie my &s;elf with my Plow, and Mate.</L>
<L>Young <HI>Cupid</HI> I think is a lazy Loon,</L>
<L>And be&s;ides I intend for to marry <HI>Joan?</HI></L>
<L>Quoth <HI>Nell,</HI> as for <HI>Joan</HI> &s;he will never Wed,</L>
<L>She lies like an Eunuch in her dull Bed,</L>
<L>She's ugly, and Old, looks paler then Lead,</L>
<L>Not like a Brisk La&s;s of a Woman bred.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Young <HI>Colin</HI> upon <HI>Martilla's</HI> Cheeks</L>
<L>A thou&s;and delightful plea&s;ures &s;eeks,</L>
<L>He ki&s;&s;es her of't by her own good-will,</L>
<L>And will &s;carcely once let her all night lye &s;till:</L>
<L>Come touch but my lips, with tho&s;e lips of thine,</L>
<L>They are all melting, and all divine,</L>
<L>Like Grapes that appear on the Springing Vine,</L>
<L>As plump, and as &s;oft, and as &s;weet as thine,</L>
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<L>My deare&s;t quoth <HI>Ned,</HI> i'le but clout my &s;hoone,</L>
<L>And we will be Married before 'tis noone:</L>
<L>I'le go to the Church and a Licence bring,</L>
<L>And buy thee a dainty fine Golden Ring:</L>
<L>I'le give thee to ride on my pacing Roan,</L>
<L>With the Grey Pillian I lent to <HI>Joan,</HI></L>
<L>Ah! waies me poor <HI>Jugg,</HI> how will &s;he make moan,</L>
<L>That Fate has de&s;ign'd her to lye alone.</L>
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<LG>
<L>While <HI>Jugg</HI> feels the pains of <HI>Cupids</HI> Dart,</L>
<L>That wounds the brea&s;t of each Lovers heart,</L>
<L>She'l &s;it and &s;he'l &s;igh upon the Plain,</L>
<L>And rehear&s;e her di&s;loyal Shepherds name,</L>
<L>While thee my dear <HI>Gill</HI> in my arms i'le hugg,</L>
<L>And hide thee in the &s;oft Sheet and Rugg,</L>
<L>Poor <HI>Ioan</HI> &s;hall look pale, that never lookt &s;mugg,</L>
<L>Adieu to my gentle &s;weet Iugg-Iugg-Iugg.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Though <HI>Juggy</HI> be cru&s;ty what need I care,</L>
<L>For &s;he may have Lovers enough to &s;pace,</L>
<L>But now &s;he is lately &s;o &s;ower grown,</L>
<L>She minds not the young-men that make their moan,</L>
<L>Yet lu&s;ty for Life, and full of good will,</L>
<L>I was ye&s;terday, &s;o I am &s;till,</L>
<L>Ale bring all my Gri&s;t to my true Lovers Mill,</L>
<L>And hugg and make much of my <HI>Gill, Gill, Gill,</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in Pyecorner</P>
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