The Praise of a pretty Lass: OR, 
The Young man's dissimulation:  
Else he would not disgrace  
A Maiden in such fashion,   
To the tune of, Bank's Game.  

 
 

YOung men and Maidens, to you I'll declare,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
Yet took Goddess will I her compare,  
And yet she is pretty indifferent fair;  

With o my Love o, there is none doth know  
how I do love thee.    

She is not black, nor yet is she brown,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
But to her Portion, she hath thirty pound,  
Besides all this, she hath an old black Gown:  

O my love o, there's none &c.    

She is not great, nor yet very small,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
She's a yard and a half in the waste, that is all,  
Her flesh will preserve her hard bones from a fall:  

O my Love o, etc.    

Her Hair is as black as is any Crow,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
Her good conditions there's no man doth know,  
For she never came where as any did grow:  

O my Love o, etc.    

She hath a Nose in the midst of her face,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
And that standeth bravely unto her own grace,  
I dare say a better ne'er stood in that place:  

O my Love o, there is none doth know  
how I do love thee.    

Her Cheeks are fat, and fair for to see,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
They with her Eyes wondrous well do agree,  
She is a brave bonny Lass lovely and free:  

O my Love o, there's none doth know  
how I do love thee.    

She hath soft Lips, and sound ones they are,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
You may kiss your fill, and need not to spare,  
For there is no danger of wearing threadbare:  

O my Love o, etc.    

She hath a Chin, and a chopping one,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
She might spare half on't for her that hath none;  
But now her long Chin, I will let that alone:  

O my Love o, there's none &c.    

Her Neck doth shine like a Chimney stock,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
When she her Casket of Pleasures unlock,  
I am caught as the Miller did catch his Mare Brock:  

O my Love o, &c    

Her downy Breasts are swingers indeed,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
She may carry them on her shoulders for need,  
O she's a brave Lass we want more of her breed;  

With o my Love o, there is none doth know  
how I do love thee.     

The second Part,  
To the same tune.  
 
 

HEr shoulders I think, they are a whole yard square,  
I love my Lov● & Lov● & ●h●e loveth me:  
Sh●●…l brave out her labour ●ou need not to fear,  
Give me such a Lass that is able to bear.  

O my love O, there is none doth know  
How I do love thee.    

Like wise she hath good lusty strong Arms,  
I love my love and she loveth me:  
They are able to attend her body from harms,  
To set forth her praises it me much concerns,  

O my love O, there is none etc.    

He● hand like 〈◊〉 shoulder of Mutton appesres,  
I love my Love and she ●●veth me:  
But I would not have he● f●●… about mine ears,  
〈◊〉 my love there is no Lass that dares,  

O my love O, there is none etc.    

She hath strong post legs her body to bear,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
She need dread no failing, that she doth not fear  
But if that you throw her, she'll show you a Bear  

O my love O, there is none etc.    

Her fine dainty Foot is of the fourteens,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
And I can tell you that completely it seems,  
I must speak her praises cause love is between's,  

O my love O, there is none etc.    

If I should marry with one that were proud,  
I love my Love and she loveth me:  
She would desire more than can well be aloud,  
From such haughty creatures myself I will shroud,  

O my love O, there is none etc.    

And if I should marry with one that is fair,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
Perhaps Cornu●ing might fall to my share,  
And so she might work me unto much despair,  

O my love O, there is none doth know  
how I do love thee.    

And if I should chance to wed one that is small,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
Then she is not able to do aught at all,  
And yet she'll be apt to scold and to brawl,  

O my love O, there is none etc.    

If I should chance for to marry a scold,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
Then I must always by her be controlled,  
And then my liberty would be quite sold,  

O my love O, there is none etc.    

Well, I my choice of the first mean to keep,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
For she will be quiet when she is asleep,  
And our affections are settled deep:  

O my love O, there is none etc.    

Thus to conclude, you that hear my Song,  
I love my Love, and she loveth me:  
When I am wedded I'll praise my wife's tongue,  
But than it never shall do me once wrong.  

With O my Love o, there is none doth know  
How I do love thee.      

Printed at London by M. P. for F. Grove, near the Saracens Head without Newgate.