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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<VID>181972</VID>
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<HEAD>The Plough-man's Prai&s;e:</HEAD>
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<P>In A DIALOGUE between a Mother and her Daughter; Which Daughter re&s;olved to for&s;ake a Wealthy 'Squire, and marry <HI>Roger,</HI> the Ploughman for his Plain-Dealing.</P>
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<OPENER>Tune of the <HI>Evening Ramble,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER>
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<L>DEar Mother I reckon to marry,</L>
<L>I hope you will give your con&s;ent:</L>
<L>For as I am told, full Eighteen Years old,</L>
<L>I was in the mid&s;t of la&s;t <HI>Lent.</HI></L>
<L>'Tis time I was marry'd you know,</L>
<L>Three Winters and Summers agoe,</L>
<L>I then did di&s;cover the Ioys of a Lover:</L>
<L>When <HI>Roger</HI> he tickl'd me &s;o,</L>
<L>O! he is as pretty a Fellow I vow,</L>
<L>As ever was train'd up to follow the Plough.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Why Huswife what mean you by <HI>Roger,</HI></L>
<L>the pa&s;&s;ionate Mother reply'd,</L>
<L>A Country Clown, the &s;corn of the Town,</L>
<L>you may be a Gentleman's Bride:</L>
<L>For, Daughter, i'll make it appear,</L>
<L>That now in fair <HI>Somer&s;et&s;hire,</HI></L>
<L>Be&s;ides Gold and Trea&s;ure, and Wealth out of mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>My Rents are Two Hundred a Year,</L>
<L>And do you imagine, that I will allow,</L>
<L>My Daughter to marry a Fellow at Plough.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Plough is a Staff to the Kingdom,</L>
<L>a Pillar and Prop to the Throne:</L>
<L>On every hand it fattens the Land,</L>
<L>with Plenty, 'tis very well known,</L>
<L>For if we had Guinea's untold,</L>
<L>More than a whole Kingdom could hold,</L>
<L>What Man would be quiet without any Diet,</L>
<L>For who ever liv'd upon Gold?</L>
<L>No Creature, dear Mother, and therefore I'll vow,</L>
<L>To marry a Husband that follows the Plough.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But Gold is a beautiful Metal,</L>
<L>this City and Court to adorn,</L>
<L>To &s;atisfie you, a handful or two,</L>
<L>is worth many Bu&s;hels of Corn:</L>
<L>The farmers where ever they dwell,</L>
<L>Their Corn they will readily &s;ell,</L>
<L>For Money to any, &s;o &s;weet is the Penny,</L>
<L>Without it, there's none can live well,</L>
<L>And therefore, dear Daughter, con&s;ider this now,</L>
<L>And take not a Fellow that follows the Plough.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I &s;hall have hereafter, dear Mother,</L>
<L>two Hundred a Year, and above,</L>
<L>A plentiful &s;tore, I'll covet no more:</L>
<L>but marry the Man that I love;</L>
<L>Tho' in a poor Ierkin he goes,</L>
<L>And Patches, perhaps on his Ho&s;e,</L>
<L>Dear Mother pray hear me, when e'er he comes near me,</L>
<L>His Breath is as &s;weet as a Ro&s;e:</L>
<L>If ever I marry, I &s;olemnly vow,</L>
<L>It &s;hall he a Fellow that follows the Plough.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Dear Daughter I &s;trange at your Fancy,</L>
<L>this 'Squire that Courts you, I know,</L>
<L>Will make you his Wife, and love you as Life,</L>
<L>in Iewels and Gemms you may go:</L>
<L>He's wealthy, and hand&s;ome, withal,</L>
<L>Both lu&s;ty, &s;trait, proper, and tall,</L>
<L>And you'll be attended, and likewi&s;e befriended,</L>
<L>Have Servants to come at your Call,</L>
<L>Pray why will you &s;light &s;uch a Happine&s;s now,</L>
<L>And take a poor Fellow that follows the Plough.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Fig for the Bully young 'Squire,</L>
<L>a Crack he do's con&s;tantly keep;</L>
<L>He'll revel and Sport, with Ladies at Court,</L>
<L>while I in my Chamber may weep,</L>
<L>To think of my &s;ad Overthrow:</L>
<L>But <HI>Roger</HI> will never do &s;o,</L>
<L>He's hone&s;t I know it, and cannot foregoe it,</L>
<L>And Mother he loves me I know:</L>
<L>And therefore, it ever I marry, I vow</L>
<L>It &s;hall be with <HI>Roger</HI> that follows the Plough.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Dear Daughter, if that be the Rea&s;on,</L>
<L>thy Wi&s;dom I needs mu&s;t commend,</L>
<L>A right hone&s;t Man will get what he can,</L>
<L>but others will wa&s;tfully &s;pend,</L>
<L>And ruine their Families quite,</L>
<L>I think thou art much in the right:</L>
<L>I will not deny thee, let <HI>Roger</HI> lye by thee,</L>
<L>Since he is thy Ioy and Delight,</L>
<L>And when thou art marry'd, my Love &s;hall be &s;hown;</L>
<L>I'll give him a Farm, and Two Ploughs of his own.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Licen&s;ed according to Order.</P>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> P. Brooksby, <HI>at the</HI> Golden-Ball, <HI>in</HI> Pye-corner.</P>
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