The politic Maid.  
OR, 
A dainty new ditty,  
both pleasant and witty:  
Wherein you may see,  
the maid's policy.   
To a pleasant new tune.  

THere was a Knight was wine drunk,  
as he road on the way,  
And there he spied a bonny Lass,  
among the Cocks of Hay:  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

This gallant Knight unto the Lass,  
did present take his way,  
But it seemed he had a shame face,  
he did not Court and play:  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

When he came to this bonny Lass,  
he found she was not coy,  
His courtesy she did embrace,  
and did not say him nay:  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

If we should sit us down here,  
upon the grass so green,  
Here's neither shéet nor covering,  
to keep our clothes clean:  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

And if we should sit down quoth he,  
among the Cocks of hay,  
Then would come forth the King's Pinner,  
and take our steeds away:  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

I have rings on my fingers,  
made of the purest gold,  
That will release our steeds again  
out of the King's pinfold:  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

The second part  
To the same tune.  

SIR Knight if you will go with me,  
into my Father's Bowers,  
There may you sit and talk with me,  
this three or four hours:  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

When she came to her Father's Bowers,  
they were moted round about,  
Then she slipped in at a wick.  
and left Sir Knight without:  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

Now I am here a maid within,  
and you Sir Knight without,  
You may lay straw under your feet  
to keep you from the gout:  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

Henceforth when you do meet a maid  
a mile out of the town,  
Sir Knight you must not be afraid,  
of soiling of her gown:  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

And if you chance to meet a maid,  
amongst the Cocks of hay,  
Sir Knight you must not be afraid,  
with her to Court, and say  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

It is a proverb many say,  
and truth it is in trial,  
He that will not when as he may,  
shall after have denial:  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   

And thus Sir Knight now fare you well,  
to you I bid adieu,  
Now you hereafter wards may tell  
how I have served you.  
Sing loud, whistle in the wind,  
blow merry merry merry,  
Up and down in yonder dale,  
with hay trow nonney nonney.   
FINIS.  
R. C.    

Printed at London for Thomas Lambert, at the sign of the Hors-shoo in Smithfield.