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<HEAD>The Taunton Maids delight, OR, <HI>Hey for the hone&s;t Woo&s;ted-Comber.</HI></HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>In <HI>Taunton</HI> Town a Maid doth dwell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who loves a Woo&s;ted-Comber very well,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In the prai&s;e of him &s;he doth declare,</HI></L>
<L><HI>No other Trade&s;man can with him compare.</HI></L>
<L><HI>All Sweethearts that do'h come &s;he does refu&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Only a Woo&s;ted-Comber &s;he doth chu&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To him &s;he wi&s;heth good pro&s;perity,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For 'tis a Comber mu&s;t her Husband be.</HI></L>
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<OPENER><SIGNED>T. L.</SIGNED></OPENER>
<OPENER><HI>The Tune is, <HI>I have a good old Mother at home,</HI> &amp;c.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>YOu pretty Maids where e're you are,</L>
<L>come li&s;ten unto me,</L>
<L>And briefly to you I'l declare</L>
<L>in every degree,</L>
<L>My choice in choo&s;ing of a mate</L>
<L>to you I will unfould,</L>
<L>A Woo&s;ted-Comber is the man</L>
<L>that I love better than Gold:</L>
<L><HI>Then hey for the Woo&s;ted-Comber brave,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I love him as my life,</HI></L>
<L><HI>ever I a Husband have,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I will be a Comber wife.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Many youngmen to me doth re&s;ort,</L>
<L>that of &s;everal callings be,</L>
<L>With Sugered words they doth me court,</L>
<L>to gaine true love of me:</L>
<L>But I don't regard what they do &s;ay,</L>
<L>of them I make but a je&s;t,</L>
<L>No man &s;hall &s;teale my heart away</L>
<L>from him whom I love be&s;t.</L>
<L><HI>Then hey for <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now a true de&s;cription you &s;hall have</L>
<L>concerning of my &s;weet hearts,</L>
<L>And how I fitted them mo&s;t brave</L>
<L>according to their de&s;erts,</L>
<L>Although they &s;trived with might and main</L>
<L>yet I lay at per due,</L>
<L>There's never a one &s;hall me con&s;train</L>
<L>to change an old Love for a new.</L>
<L><HI>Then hey for the Woo&s;ted-Comber brave</HI></L>
<L><HI>I love him as my life</HI></L>
<L><HI>If ever I a Husband have</HI></L>
<L><HI>I will be a Comber's wife.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The fir&s;t that to me did make &s;uit,</L>
<L>it was a Barbor brave,</L>
<L>He gave unto me a kind &s;alute,</L>
<L>and &s;aid 'twas my love he did crave:</L>
<L>But I made to him this reply,</L>
<L>I will not be marryed yet,</L>
<L>Your Rayzer and Wi&s;hing b<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">lls truly</L>
<L>for my Ba&s;on is not fit.</L>
<L><HI>Then hey for <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
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<L>Then came a Miller unto me,</L>
<L>that was both &s;trong and &s;tout,</L>
<L>He &s;wore that I his wife mu&s;t be,</L>
<L>but I gave him the rout:</L>
<L>Quoth I, be gone Mr. Loggerhead,</L>
<L>and take this an&s;wer in brief,</L>
<L>When 'tis my fortune for to wedd,</L>
<L>it &s;hall not be with a Thief.</L>
<L><HI>Then hey for the Woo&s;ted-Comber brave</HI></L>
<L><HI>I love him as my life,</HI></L>
<L><HI>if ever I a Husband have</HI></L>
<L><HI>I will be a Comber's wife.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then came a Smith that was cole-black,</L>
<L>and askt me if I would wedd,</L>
<L>He &s;aid that a good wife he did lack,</L>
<L>at night to warm his bed:</L>
<L>But I an&s;wered him pre&s;ently</L>
<L>with words plain and downright,</L>
<L>A Black&s;mith's hammer never &s;hall</L>
<L>upon my Anvill &s;might.</L>
<L><HI>Then hey <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A prick-lou&s;e Taylor he came in,</L>
<L>with his Bodkin, Sheares, and Thimble,</L>
<L>To complement he did begin,</L>
<L>with &s;peeches quick and nimble;</L>
<L>He &s;aid if I would be his mate</L>
<L>bravely maintain'd I &s;hould be,</L>
<L>But I told him that Cabbage I did hate,</L>
<L>with my body 'twould not agree.</L>
<L><HI>Then hey <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then came a cold Shooemaker</L>
<L>that was both neat and trim,</L>
<L>He ask't if I could find in my heart</L>
<L>to love and fancy him;</L>
<L>Quoth I, march off with Sir <HI>Hugh's</HI> bones,</L>
<L>Your &s;uit it is in vain,</L>
<L>For it is not a Shooemaker</L>
<L>that &s;hall my love obtain.</L>
<L><HI>Then hey <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>An hone&s;t Weaver came at la&s;t,</L>
<L>and &s;aid he'd con&s;tant prove,</L>
<L>He &s;aid he would maintain me brave,</L>
<L>if I would be his love:</L>
<L>He was a hand&s;ome proper Lad,</L>
<L>exceeding all the re&s;t,</L>
<L>Of all the &s;ix Suitors I had</L>
<L>The Weaver was the be&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>Except the Woo&s;ted-Comber brave, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Of all &s;orts of Trade&s;men that are</L>
<L>dwelling in <HI>Taunton</HI> town,</L>
<L>None with a Comber can compare,</L>
<L>for valour and renown:</L>
<L>He is both couragious and &s;tout,</L>
<L>in Battel to &s;ight he is free,</L>
<L>To his enemy he'l face about,</L>
<L>he &s;cornes a Coward &s;o be,</L>
<L><HI>Then hey <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When he with his Comrades doth meet,</L>
<L>his money he'l freely &s;pend,</L>
<L>With good &s;trong Beer his heart he'l cheer,</L>
<L>to the Ale-wife he's a good friend:</L>
<L>And when he hath &s;pent an hour or twain</L>
<L>in merry company,</L>
<L>At the Come-pot again with might &amp; maine,</L>
<L>his work he then ply.</L>
<L><HI>Then hey <HI>&amp;c,</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Sometimes in the fields with his true-love</L>
<L>a progre&s;s he doth take,</L>
<L>With ki&s;&s;es &s;weet he doth her greet,</L>
<L>and much of her doth make:</L>
<L>On the green gra&s;s the time they pa&s;s</L>
<L>in &s;weet felicity,</L>
<L>With heart and mind their loves they bind,</L>
<L>ne'r parted for to be.</L>
<L><HI>Then hey <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>And thus the Woo&s;ted-Comber's prai&s;e</L>
<L>I have declared to you,</L>
<L>In every part is his de&s;ert,</L>
<L>I have de&s;cribed true,</L>
<L>He is the man that I e&s;teem,</L>
<L>above Rubies or Pearle,</L>
<L>I'de rather chu&s;e to lie by him</L>
<L>then by a Lord or Earle.</L>
<L><HI>Then hey <HI>&amp;c.</HI></HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>God ble&s;s the Combers and Weavers both</L>
<L>that in <HI>Taunton</HI> doth dwell,</L>
<L>Vnto them all both great and &s;mall</L>
<L>I heartily with well;</L>
<L>To tho&s;e in <HI>Milverton</HI> &s;o brave</L>
<L>I al&s;o do commend,</L>
<L>Good Trading I wi&s;h they &s;till may have,</L>
<L>and &s;o I make an end.</L>
<L><HI>Then hey for the Woo&s;ted-Comber brave</HI></L>
<L><HI>I love him as my life</HI></L>
<L><HI>If ever I a Husband have</HI></L>
<L><HI>I will be a Comber's wife.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby</HI> at the golden Ball is <HI>VVe&s;t-Smithfield.</HI></HI></P>
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