The merry Country MAIDS ANSWER To the Country Lover's Conquest:  
Exactly a description she doth make  
And gets it Printed for her Sweethearts sake  
Of all his Courting Compliments and Lies,  
His proper person, and his qualities  
The match is half made up, you'll say good sirs,  
For she hath his good will, he wanteth hers.  
The Tune is, Once I Loved a Lass with a Rolling Eye.  

 
 

ONce I knew a Lad  
with a brazen face  
His Carriage was so bad  
When he did meimbrace  
That I could not love him,  
had he bags of Gold  
Money shall not tempt me.  
I will not be fooled,  
I could not endure him  
truth I do not mock,  
'Cause that in his Cradle  
he received a knock.   

You heard how this clown  
began to Compliment,  
Though maids did on him frown,  
he gave himself content.  
He was mighty gallant  
being Clothed in Grace  
He thought no girl in the Nation.  
ere would say him nay  
But this is my humour,  
Since that maids may Choose  
I scorn such silly fellows,  
ere should wipe my shoes.    

The Second Part  
to the same Tune.  

THis same simple fellow  
void of wit or grace,  
Made bold attempt,  
and staired me in the face▪  
He made no other question,  
but I were his own,  
As by these following verses  
to you shall be shown,  
To this height and bigness  
he could Crack and lie,  
Yet our folks can witness  
he were scarce Hog high.   

Of his house and Land,  
he would brag and boast,  
if'ft was worth twenty pound,  
I'm sure that was the most,  
Likewise of his Cattle  
he did often prate.  
His tongue went prittle prattle,  
to get him a mate.  
His case I never pitied,  
cause his means were small  
Besides he was half witted  
which was worst of all.   

Sarah said he danced,  
just like to a Clown.  
Nan did vow and swear,  
the boys would put him down  
Doll and Sue and Prudence  
could not him abide,  
Though Frank smiled upon him  
she did him deride,  
He was such a fellow,  
when he danced a jig  
He kissed like Punchanello  
or a sucking Pig.   

The space of half an hour  
this Lobcock he did pra●e.  
I had no other poker  
but lay him o'er the pate,  
When he understood  
I could not him abide,  
He in a sullen mood  
than Sat him down and Cri●●  
Quoth his foolish mother,  
why art thou so slack.  
Once again go try her,  
clapping him o'th' back.   

Then undauntedly,  
without wit or fear,  
He to my face did say  
that I must be his dear.  
Although I did slave him,  
he was impudent,  
In truth I would not have him  
if he owned Kent.  
Thus he was deceived  
as you plainly see,  
Cause our Resolutions,  
could not well agree.   

He need not Leap for joy,  
of any thing he gained.  
Nor made the Wo●ld to know  
a Wife he had obtaineed  
For rather then I'll marry,  
such a Clownish Jack  
I'll buy a witty fellow,  
clothes to put on●s back  
Though some fools have Fortune  
this we daily see  
And doth Conquer many,  
None shall conquer me    
FINIS▪   

London, Printed for R. Burton, at the Horseshoe in West-Smithfield.