Blue Cap for me. OR,  
A Scottish Lass her resolute choosing she'll have bonny blew-cap, all other refusing.  
To a curious new Scottish tune called Blew-cap.  
 
 

COme hither the merri'st of all the nine,  
come fit thee down by me and let us be jolly,  
And in a full cup of Apollo's wine,  
we'll drown our old enemy mad melancholy:  
Which when we have done,  
we'll between us device  
A dainty new ditty,  
with Art to comprise,  
And of this new ditty,  
the matter shall be,  
Give ever I have a man,  
Blew-cap for me.   

Thenre lives a blithe Lass in Fa●keland town,  
and she had some suitors I wot not how many,  
But her resolution she had set down,  
that shéeed have a Blew-cap give ere she had any:  
An English man  
when our good King was there,  
Came often unto her  
and loved her dear:  
But still she replied, Sir,  
I pray let me be,  
Give ever I have a man,  
Blew-cap for me.   

A Welsh man that had a long sword by her ●●●e,  
red pritches, red Tublet red Coat, & red Peard,  
was make a create show with a create deal of pride  
and tell her strange tale that the like was ●ere heard:  
Was● reckon her pedigrée.  
long before Prute,  
No body was by her  
that can her confute:  
But still she replied, Sir,  
I pray let me be,  
Give ever I have a man▪  
Blew-cap for me.   

A Frenchman that largely was booted and spurred,  
Long locked, with a Ribon, long points and breeches,  
he's ready to kiss her at every word,  
and for further exercise his fingers i●ches:  
You be pretty wench  
Mitris, par ma foy,  
Be gar me do love you,  
then be not you coy:  
But still she replied, Sir.  
I Pray let me be,  
Give ever I have a man,  
Blew-cap for me.   

An Irish man with a long skea●e in his hose,  
did ●inke to obtain her it was no great matter,  
Up stairs to her chamber so lightly he gòes,  
that she ne'er heard him vnti●●he came at he:  
Quoth he I, do love you,  
by fate and by trofe,  
And if you will have me,  
experience shall shoot:  
But still she replied, Sir,  
I pray let me be,  
Give ever I have a man,  
Blew-can for me.   

The second part.  
To the same tune.  
 
 

A Dainty spruce Spaniard with haireblack as set,  
long cloak with round cape, a long Rapier & Poniard  
He told her if that she could Scotland forget,  
héeed show her the Vines as they grow in the Vineyard.  
If thou wilt abandon  
this Country so cold,  
●le show thee fair Spain,  
and much Indian gold,  
But still she replied, Sir,  
I pray let me be▪  
Give ever I have a man,  
Blew-cap for me.   

A haughty high German of Hamborough town,  
a proper tall gallant with mighty moustaches:  
He weeps it the Lass upon him do but frown,  
yet he's a great Fencer that comes to ore-match us.  
But yet all his fine fencing  
could not get the Lass,  
She denied him so oft,  
that he wearied was:  
For still she replied, Sir,  
I pray let me be,  
Give ever I have a man,  
Blue cap for me.   

A netherlands Mariner there came by chance,  
Whose cheeks did resemble two roasting Pomwaters:  
To this Cany Lass he his suit did advance,  
and as taught by nature he cunningly ●●atters:  
Ask will make thee, said he,  
sole Lady o'th' Sea,  
●oth Span●rds and Englishmen  
shall thee obey,  
But still she replied, Sir,  
I pray let me be,  
Give ever I have a man,  
Blew-cap for me.   

These sundry Sufors of several Lands,  
did daily solicit this Lass for her favour,  
And every one of them alike understands  
that to win the prize they in urine did endeavour.  
For the had resolved  
(as I before said)  
To have bonny Blew-cap.  
or else dee a maid.  
Unto au her suppliants  
still replied she,  
Give ever I have a man,  
Blew-cap for me.   

At last came a Scottish man (with a blew-cap)  
and he was the party for whom she had tarried  
To get this blithe bonny Lass 'twas his gu●e hap,  
they gangd to the Kirk & were presently married.  
A ken not we'll whether  
it were Lord or Leard,  
They caude him some sick  
a like name as I heard,  
To choose him from an,  
she did gladly agree.  
And still she cried Blew-cap  
thouart welcome to me.    
FINIS.   

Printed at London for Thomas Lambort.