A merry Ballad of a rich Maid that had 18. several Suitors of several Countries: otherwise called the scornful Maid. To the tune of, hoop do me no harm good man.  

 

I Am a young lass, and my time doth so pass,  
That of late I did long for to marry▪  
I have for my dear five hundred a year,  
And y●t for all that I will tarry.   

I had with a Scot, m●ckle m●ny I w●●,  
He strou●ed with ●apier and Poniard:  
He is laid with fine lace, but I like not his face,  
〈◊〉 fear he has lost his Whiniard.   

Then came one from France who bravely could dance,  
He is proper in every joint:  
Yet in his Country, he scaped well the P●e,  
So well he did cut the cross point,   

A Signior Spaniore, is late come over,  
And he thinks that he hath no fellow,  
He is ●ot in the Re●ne, and hath got a strain,  
By dancing in a Bandello.   

Then came a Dutchman can teuse well the can,  
Till his head be as light as a feather:  
The Spaniard had's Punk, & the Dutchman was drunk,  
And so they went both together.   

An Italian came post, and full well he can boast,  
But I like no such fond fellows:  
If I were his wife he should lead an ill life,  
〈◊〉 I do like none so jealous.   

From Rome one came to me, who daily did woe me  
He fasted three days in the w●●ke,  
But when prayer is done, if he spy a fair Nun,  
His stomach is wonder full quick.   

A troublesome Turk, did make hasty work,  
But his suit it was quickly ended:  
I scorned his belief, and so to be brief,  
He did return home offended.   

Then next a brave Dane, came marching amain,  
But I answered him as the rest,  
That he could not prevail, so he hoist up his sail,  
For his nose could abide no jest.   

From Ireland I had a 〈◊〉 brave lad,  
Each Limb was proportioned mighty:  
Truth was he was poor) yet I gave him o'er,  
Cause his breath stunk of Aquavity.   

From Sw●thland resorted, a man well reported  
And he made a proffer to woe me:  
His neck was so big, and so small was his leg,  
That since he would never come to me.   

From Rushia likewise, in an●●●k disguise,  
One came which did think to obtain me:  
But his hair & his hood, against my mind stood  
Therefore he shall never gain me.    

The Second Part of the scornful Maid. To the same tune.  
 

A Grecian one day, my love did assay,  
(Who standeth at every Church doored)  
I never respected though he me affected,  
I had rather turn fiddlers whore.   

An Almain Rutilio spied me, and presently tried me,  
Who thought I would yield at the first:  
But I could not abide he should lie by my side,  
For some say they are devilish and ●urst.   

From Pol did come hither in Summer's hot weather,  
He strutted and stalked with a grace:  
So soon as I spied him I could not abide him,  
His nose was frozen of on his face.   

He had a great mind, and was willing inclined,  
No Nation so willing as those,  
He swore and protested I gibed and jested,  
And had him go get a new nose.   

A Barbarian, a big bellied man,  
Did pro●r to win me for's wife:  
But I told him this, he should surely miss,  
For I liked not his course of life.   

From Amsterdame a vile Atheist came,  
He was neither true Dutchman nor Pole:  
But I do reject all that are of that sect,  
For I doubt me that hell hath his soul.   

This hafeminded Creature doth think that by nature,  
Both heaven and earth is made:  
He thinks there's no hell, where Atheists must  
But my mind he shall not persuade.   

A Gentleman of Wales did tell her fine tales,  
That her had a house built on a hill,  
Had Pig and had Goat, and green léek in the pot,  
And could ●at good Couse bobby her ●ll.   

He would keep me so brau●, if I would him have,  
He would buy me a hood and a hat:  
He would buy me five hose, with garters and rose,  
And sweet heart how like you 〈◊〉   

A English man came, but I know not his name,  
And he bravely could quasse it an quarrel:  
he'll drink till he buy, some says, but not I,  
And sell all his lands for apparel.   

If I would be his wife, he swore by his life, 〈◊〉,  
Ere long he would make me a Lady:  
He would sell his ●●●d manners to buy him 〈◊〉  
And that's but the trick of a baby.   

Now which should I have, your counsels I crave  
If you can but find one will fit me:  
The best I will take, and amends; I'll you make,  
If Cupid ere then do not hit me.    
FINIS.   

Imprinted at London for Henry Go●●o●.