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<HEAD>The Down-right <HI>Country-Man; OR,</HI> The Faithful Dairy-Maid.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>utmind how Country Lads do boa&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>whil&s;t <HI>Londoners</HI> are blam'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Country La&s;&s;es prai&s;ed mo&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>while ours are Wags proclaim'd.</HI></L>
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<OPENER><HI>The Tune is, <HI>Hey Boys up go we:</HI> Or, <HI>Bu&s;ie Fame.</HI></HI></OPENER>
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<L>I Am a down-right Country-man,</L>
<L>both faithful I and true,</L>
<L>I'le live and dye &s;o if I can,</L>
<L>this I declare to you:</L>
<L>I &s;tudy as I am at Plow,</L>
<L>to &s;hun all fal&s;e deceit,</L>
<L>And you may plain di&s;cover now,</L>
<L><HI>I am no <HI>London</HI> Cheat.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Your <HI>London</HI> Cheats do go mo&s;t fine,</L>
<L>like Lords in their attire,</L>
<L>To &s;will their guts with <HI>Spani&s;h</HI> Wine,</L>
<L>it is their hearts de&s;ire:</L>
<L>But it is very common, they</L>
<L>do with the Vintners meet,</L>
<L>They'l get o'th &s;core then run away,</L>
<L><HI>ju&s;t like a <HI>London</HI> Cheat.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>They oft pretend to be in Love,</L>
<L>and ready for to dye,</L>
<L>Yea, vow to be ju&s;t like the Dove,</L>
<L>but know no Con&s;tancy:</L>
<L>Like Villains they, the wag do play,</L>
<L>with every La&s;s they meet,</L>
<L>They plump them up then run away,</L>
<L><HI>this is a <HI>London</HI> Cheat.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>There is not one in Twenty but</L>
<L>he wears his Sword by his &s;ide,</L>
<L>But walks with many an empty Gut,</L>
<L>and ne'r will leave his Pride:</L>
<L>But when his brain is full of Wine</L>
<L>he'l &s;tagger in the &s;treet,</L>
<L>And then picks up a Concubine,</L>
<L><HI>to pox the <HI>London</HI> Cheat.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Then he for half a Crown will have,</L>
<L>that which may make him rue,</L>
<L>A painted Whore both f<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ine and brave,</L>
<L>perhaps the <HI>French</HI>-man too:</L>
<L>Thus he with his unwhol&s;ome fle&s;h,</L>
<L>will be mo&s;t brisk and &s;weet,</L>
<L>But &s;ee him once out of his dre&s;s,</L>
<L><HI>he's like a <HI>London</HI> Cheat.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>But <HI>London</HI> City oft affords,</L>
<L>Females as had as Men,</L>
<L>Who though they Hector with their Swords</L>
<L>there is not one in ten,</L>
<L>But has &s;ome pretty little Mi&s;s,</L>
<L>to &s;erve him at his need,</L>
<L>And every minute lends a Ki&s;s,</L>
<L><HI>this is a Whore indeed.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>They'l vow for ever to be true,</L>
<L>to them they do affect,</L>
<L>VVhen Hone&s;ty is bid adieu,</L>
<L>what can you then expect?</L>
<L>No faith nor troth is minded, when</L>
<L>fools take &s;o little heed,</L>
<L>For VVhores do often clap their Men,</L>
<L><HI>O the&s;e are Whores indeed.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let hone&s;t men take &s;o much care,</L>
<L>that do inhabit <HI>London,</HI></L>
<L>Of &s;uch fal&s;e Girls to have a care,</L>
<L>for fear they may be undone:</L>
<L>How many hundreds may be &s;poyl'd,</L>
<L>if they do not take heed,</L>
<L>They who are &s;o by Girls beguil'd,</L>
<L><HI>do meet with Whores indeed.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>VVhy then give me the Country La&s;s;</L>
<L>who hone&s;t is and true,</L>
<L>And yet may ki&s;s upon the Gra&s;s,</L>
<L>but nothing farther do:</L>
<L>She &s;corneth that her deed,</L>
<L>&s;hould any mi&s;chief breed,</L>
<L>She takes delight in what is right,</L>
<L><HI>and hone&s;t is indeed.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>See by the coulors of their Cheeks,</L>
<L>they well and whol&s;ome are,</L>
<L>VVhile <HI>London</HI> Girls look green as Leeks?</L>
<L>The Country Girls look fair:</L>
<L>Then old and young I pray be ware,</L>
<L>in Marrying take good heed,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t you are brought into a &s;nare</L>
<L><HI>by cur&s;ed Jades indeed.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>See how the Ro&s;e and Lilly fair,</L>
<L>upon their Cheeks do grow,</L>
<L>Mind how their breath perfume the ayr,</L>
<L>whe<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> ever they do go:</L>
<L>And what they touch imediately,</L>
<L>fre&s;h Odours on them breed,</L>
<L>They patterns are of con&s;tancy,</L>
<L><HI>rare Country Girls indeed.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Mind but the Girl that Milks the Cow,</L>
<L>how &s;weetly &s;he doth &s;ing,</L>
<L>She never knits an angry Brow,</L>
<L>but welcomes in the Spring,</L>
<L>And then among the Butter flowers,</L>
<L>&s;he trips along the Mead,</L>
<L>To pa&s;s away the tedious hours,</L>
<L><HI>&s;he's fair and Cha&s;te indeed.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the <HI>Golden-Ball,</HI> near the <HI>Ho&s;pital-gate,</HI> in <HI>We&s;t-Smithfield.</HI></P>
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