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<HEAD>DICK the Plow-man <HI>Turn'd Doctor,</HI> OR, <HI>The Love-Sick Maiden Cured,</HI></HEAD>
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<P>Shewing how a Country Maid in <HI>Kent</HI> fell in love with her Fellow-Servant <HI>Dick</HI> the man, and how he Cured her of her Sick Di&s;temper, &amp;c.</P>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, O Mother Roger, &amp;c.</OPENER>
<P>This may be Printed, R.P.</P>
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<L>YOu Maidens all of <HI>London</HI> City,</L>
<L>pray come nigh, and lend an ear:</L>
<L>And th'event of this my Ditty,</L>
<L>to you all I'le make appear:</L>
<L>'Tis &s;uch a one will make you &s;mile,</L>
<L>make you &s;mile, make you &s;mile,</L>
<L>Then pray Maidens &s;tay a while.</L>
<L>Some to hear't would come a Mile,</L>
<L><HI>But your hopes I'll not beguile,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nor your expectation &s;poil.</HI></L>
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<L>Near <HI>Roche&s;ter</HI> in <HI>Kent</HI> there lived</L>
<L>a brave La&s;s who&s;e name was <HI>Be&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Such a Prank you ne'r did hear of,</L>
<L>as to you I will expre&s;s:</L>
<L>'Tis &s;uch a one will make you &s;mile,</L>
<L>make you &s;mile, make you &s;mile,</L>
<L>Then pray Maidens &s;tay a while,</L>
<L>Some to hear't would come a Mile;</L>
<L><HI>But your hopes I'll not beguile,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nor your expectation &s;poil,</HI></L>
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<L>Now this Maid was brisk and merry,</L>
<L>and had all things to content;</L>
<L>Hold! I do forget to tell ye,</L>
<L>there was &s;omething that ill went.</L>
<L>To be &s;hort, Sir, this is it,</L>
<L>this is it, this is it,</L>
<L>That this Maid was very &s;ick;</L>
<L>Very, very, very Sick:</L>
<L><HI>Sick indeed, but pray for what,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Oh! for &s;omething</HI> Dick <HI>has got,</HI></L>
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<L>NOw <HI>Dick</HI> the Plow-man he was bu&s;ie</L>
<L>and this Maid was &s;ham'd to ask,</L>
<L>Yet &s;he thought with prither, prithee,</L>
<L>for to win him at the la&s;t;</L>
<L>But this was no perfect Cure,</L>
<L>perfect Cure, perfect Cure,</L>
<L>For her grief encrea&s;ed more,</L>
<L>More then e're it did before:</L>
<L><HI>And &s;ick &s;he was, but pray for what,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Oh! for &s;omething</HI> Dick <HI>had got,</HI></L>
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<L>One Day when <HI>Dick</HI> was very jol'y,</L>
<L>and as he was d<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">iving Plow;</L>
<L>Then he &s;py'd her melancholly,</L>
<L>ah! &s;ays <HI>Dick,</HI> how do you now.</L>
<L>Ah! quoth &s;he, I'm very &s;ick,</L>
<L>very &s;ick, very &s;ick;</L>
<L>O, what &s;hall I do, my <HI>Dick,</HI></L>
<L>I am very, very &s;ick,</L>
<L><HI>Sick, &s;ays</HI> Dick, <HI>I pray for what,</HI></L>
<L>O, for &s;omething you have got.</L>
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<L>And <HI>Dick,</HI> 'tis you can only Cure me,</L>
<L>prithee do't before you go;</L>
<L>Good now <HI>Richard,</HI> pray a&s;&s;ure me,</L>
<L>whether you will, aye or no:</L>
<L>My dear <HI>Richard,</HI> don't deny,</L>
<L>neither from your promi&s;e flye;</L>
<L>For my grieve is malady,</L>
<L>You can Cure immediately;</L>
<L><HI>Then pray now</HI> Richard, <HI>give me that</HI></L>
<L><HI>I need not name it, you know what,</HI></L>
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<L>Prethee <HI>Betty</HI> how &s;hould I know,</L>
<L>what the thing is that you mean;</L>
<L>Then &s;he &s;ighed, and cry'd Hithe,</L>
<L>&s;uch a Fool was never &s;een:</L>
<L>I mu&s;t langui&s;h here and dye,</L>
<L>here and dye, here and dye;</L>
<L>And can't have a Remedy,</L>
<L>For my grievous mallady;</L>
<L><HI>Was ever there &s;o dull a Sot,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That knows not yet what he has got,</HI></L>
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<L>When they had under&s;tood each other,</L>
<L><HI>Dick</HI> for joy did leave his Plow;</L>
<L>Gave his Whip unto his Brother,</L>
<L>and he Swore he'd Cure her now.</L>
<L>Then unto her &s;traight he goes,</L>
<L>and his skill to her he &s;hows;</L>
<L>Brisk and blith &s;he then became,</L>
<L>As any one upon the Plain:</L>
<L><HI>Now Maids you &s;ee what</HI> Dick <HI>can do,</HI></L>
<L><HI>then try if he can Cure you too,</HI></L>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> C. Lenni&s;&s;on, <HI>at the</HI> Stationers-Arms <HI>within</HI> Aldgate.</P>
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