jone is as good as my Lady.  
To the tune of What care I how fair she be.  
 
 

SHall I here rehearse the story  
Of a Woman in her Glory,  
You have heard how Euah came  
Into the world, the first fair Dame,  
she was naked had no clothing,  
yet she did deserve no loathing:  
then good friend I say to thee,  
joanes' as good as my Lady.   

What care I for silks array  
That but glistereth in the day,  
Each other Sense deserves as much,  
That's to hear, to taste, to touch,  
Gentle joan may be as fair  
as a rich man's only heir,  
then good friend I say to thee,  
joanes' as good as my Lady.   

jone can call by name her Cows,  
And deck her windows with green bows  
She can wreathes and Tutties make,  
And deck with plumbs a Bridal Cake,  
Is not joan a House wife then  
judge true hearted honest men:  
Then good friend I say to thee  
joan is as good as my Lady.   

joan can bake and joan can brew  
And to give sweet joan her due,  
Any thing that longs to man,  
joan will do it if she can,  
she will seek all sorts to please,  
and love no idleness or ease:  
then good friend I say to thee,  
joanes' as good as my Lady.   

joan can spin and joan can carded,  
joan keeps clean both house and yard,  
She can dress both flesh and fish,  
Or any thing that you can wish:  
she can sow and she can knit,  
joan for any thing is fit:  
then good friend I say to thee.  
joanes' as good as my Lady.   

joan is of a lovely brown.  
Neat as any in the Town:  
Heaire as black as any Crow,  
And doth nimbly trip and go,  
slender waste, and fingers long,  
roaling eye and nimble tongue:  
then good friend I say to thee,  
joanes' as good as my Lady.   

The second Part.  
to the same tune.  
 
 

IOane is skipping like a Fawn  
●n a pleasant virtue Lawn.  
When she plays at Barleybreak,  
She of all doth give the squeak:  
joan can dance a Scottish ●igge  
and doth nimbly play the rig:  
then good friend I say to thee,  
joanes' as good as my Lady.   

When the young men of the Town  
Gives the Maidens a green Gown,  
joan hath kisses more than they,  
And doth bear the Bell away  
Soill the garland she doth win  
for her dancing trick and trim:  
then good friend I say to thee,  
joanes' as good as my Lady.   

All the Youths of our Town's end  
Strive to make sweet joan their friend,  
Some gives Purses, some gives Rings,  
With Bracelets, Girdles, & such things,  
happy is their hour and time  
who can give sweet joan the wine:  
then good friend I say to thee,  
joanes' as good as my Lady.   

Put her on a Silken Town,  
There's no Lady in the Town,  
But with her she may comp●●●  
And is every way as fair,  
painted clothes the body shapes●  
making them fantastic dies:  
then good friend I say to thee,  
joanes' as good as my Lady.   

Spepheards' Swains admires her note,  
When she strainech but her throats,  
Then they throw their Pipes away,  
Vowing joan hath got the day,  
they join hands and dance a ring,  
and this is all the song they sing,  
we conclude, and all agree,  
joanes' as good as my Lady.    
FINIS.   

Printed at London by A. M.