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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The Country La&s;s for me,</HEAD>
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<L>Give me the bonny Country La&s;s,</L>
<L>take you the Girls o'th City,</L>
<L>The Country Girls do them &s;urpa&s;s,</L>
<L>though <HI>London</HI> Girls are witty:</L>
<L>The Country Girls in Hone&s;ty,</L>
<L>do Citizens &s;urpa&s;s,</L>
<L>Then once again I do proclaim,</L>
<L>none like the Country La&s;s.</L>
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<OPENER>The Tune is, <HI>Hey Boys up go we.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>COme Lovers all, both great and &s;mall,</L>
<L>and li&s;ten to my Ditty,</L>
<L>That often boa&s;t, nay cry and yall,</L>
<L>of the Beauties of the City:</L>
<L>Yet in my mind, all men may &s;ind,</L>
<L>as they the Country pa&s;s,</L>
<L>That Maidens they, are brisk and gay,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>beyond a <HI>London</HI> La&s;s.</HI></L>
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<L>There s <HI>Joan</HI> and <HI>Margaret,</HI> wondrous fair,</L>
<L>and beautiful indeed,</L>
<L>No Citizen can them compare,</L>
<L>they do them all exceed;</L>
<L>For they are lively &s;tirring Girls,</L>
<L>who&s;e, goodne&s;s doth &s;urpa&s;s,</L>
<L>And now &s;ay I none can come nigh,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>the brisk young Country La&s;s.</HI></L>
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</LG>
<LG>
<L>But let me not mo&s;t carele&s;ly,</L>
<L>forget poor loving <HI>Jenny,</HI></L>
<L>If on her once you ca&s;t your eye,</L>
<L>'tis ten to one &s;he'l win ye:</L>
<L>For &s;he is beautiful indeed,</L>
<L>and other Girls &s;urpa&s;s,</L>
<L>Come all agree, and &s;ay with me,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>none's like the Country La&s;s.</HI></L>
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</LG>
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<L>There's pritty <HI>Betty</HI> among&s;t the re&s;t,</L>
<L>who&s;e Lips are like a <HI>Cherry,</HI></L>
<L>Her vertues cannot be expre&s;t,</L>
<L>be&s;ides &s;he's wandrous merry:</L>
<L>She has a lovely rouling eye,</L>
<L>he needs mu&s;t be an A&s;s,</L>
<L>That in this point will not comply,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>and love the Country La&s;s,</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>THeir Head-cloaths are as white as milk</L>
<L>and neatly they are dre&s;t,</L>
<L>Their skin as &s;oft as any &s;ilk,</L>
<L>and Lilly-white the Brea&s;t:</L>
<L>But mind how prittily they trip,</L>
<L>and jet it o're the Gra&s;s,</L>
<L>You'l cry out then, like other men,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>give me the Country La&s;s.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>But go unto a Market Town,</L>
<L>brave La&s;&s;es you may &s;ee,</L>
<L>Though dre&s;&s;ed in a home-&s;pun Gown,</L>
<L>yet tite and neat they be:</L>
<L>And like good Huswifes they are dre&s;t,</L>
<L>yea, neatly by they pa&s;s,</L>
<L>And you may know where e're you go</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>the hone&s;t Country La&s;s.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mind but the colour of their Cheeks,</L>
<L>they Ro&s;es do exceed,</L>
<L>While <HI>London</HI> La&s;&s;es like to Leeks,</L>
<L>look green and pale indeed:</L>
<L>But you may find them brisk and Kind,</L>
<L>when they &s;it on the Gra&s;s,</L>
<L>They'l ki&s;s and play, up and away,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>O bonny Country La&s;s.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Their Sweet-hearts they do keep in <UNCLEAR>tow</UNCLEAR></L>
<L>with knitting of the Brow,</L>
<L>And bind them for to keep the Law,</L>
<L>which <HI>Cupid</HI> doth allow:</L>
<L>The&s;e bonny Girls are precious Pearls,</L>
<L>who&s;e goodne&s;s doth &s;urpa&s;s,</L>
<L>And far exceed, the <HI>London</HI> breed,</L>
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<L><HI>O brave young Country La&s;s.</HI></L>
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<L>The Country La&s;s betimes doth ri&s;e,</L>
<L>and in the ayr &s;he goes,</L>
<L>When mighty Storms doth dim the skies,</L>
<L>in bittter Fro&s;ts and Snows:</L>
<L>Through Rain and Hail, with Milking-pail,</L>
<L>&s;he merrily doth pa&s;s,</L>
<L>And thinks no harm, be it cold or warm,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>brave down-right Country La&s;s.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Then boa&s;t no more, of your great &s;tore,</L>
<L>of bonny <HI>London</HI> La&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>Since you may find in every kind,</L>
<L>the Country girls &s;urpa&s;&s;es:</L>
<L>And do indeed, your Comforts breed,</L>
<L>then he is a &s;imple A&s;s,</L>
<L>His judgement's weak, who once dare &s;peak,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>again&s;t the Country La&s;s.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed for P. Brooksby, in We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</P>
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