A merry new jig. Or, the pleasant wooing betwixt Kit and Peg. To the tune of Strawberry leaves make Maidens fair. M. WEll met fair Maid, my chiefest joy. W. Alas blind fool, deceived art thou. M. I prithee sweet Peg be not so coy. W. I scorn to fancy such a Cow. M. Thy beauty sweet Peg, hath won my heart. W. For shame leave off thy flattery. M. From thee I never mean to part. W. Good lack how thou canst cog and lie! M. For Peggy's love poor Kit will dye. W. In faith what colour then shall it be? M. In time my constant heart will try. W. Then pluck it out, that I may see. M. My life I will spend to do thee good: W. Alas good sir, that shall not need. M. For thee I will not spare my blood. W. God send your Goslings well to speed. M. Yet fain would I be thy wedded mate. W. Alas good sir I am already sped. M. What luck had I to come so late? W. Because thou brought'st a calf from ●ed. M. O pity me, sweet Peg I thee pray. W. So I have done long time God wo●. M. Why dost thou then my love denay? W. Because I see thou art a sot. Now here doth follow a pleasant new Song Between two young Lovers that lasted not long. OR, The second part, To the same tune. M. WHy Ich have wealth and treasure store. W. And wit as small, as small may be. M. A chain of Gold I might have worn. W. A Coxcomb fitter had it been for thee. M. Thou lov'st the Miller of the Glen. W. What if I do, what is that to thee? M. I will bang the Miller's love from him. And therefore wend, and gang with me. W. Great boast small roast such brags will make: But if Tom Miller he were nigh, He would bang thee well for Peggy's sake, And like a Puppy make thee cry. M. Yet kiss me now for my good will, And if any life thou meanest to save. W. To give a kiss, I think it best, To rid me from a prating knave. Be packing hence you Rustic clown. M. No haste but good I hope there be. W. Take heed lest that I crack your crown For bussing Peg so saucily. M. Nay in friendly sort now let us part, I pray thee sweet Love so let it be. W. Adieu kind Kit with all my heart, I am glad I am rid of the company. M. All you young men take Heed by me, That unto women set your mind. See that your Lover's constant be, Lest you be served in like kind. Written by Valentine Hamdultun. Printed at London for H. Gosson.