The Country Lass for me,  
Give me the bonny Country Lass,  
take you the Girls o'th' City,  
The Country Girls do them surpass,  
though London Girls are witty:  
The Country Girls in Honesty,  
do Citizens surpass,  
Then once again I do proclaim,  
none like the Country Lass.  
The Tune is, hay Boys up go we.  
 
 

COme Lovers all, both great and small,  
and listen to my Ditty,  
That often boast, nay cry and yall,  
of the Beauties of the City:  
Yet in my mind, all men may sinned,  
as they the Country pass,  
That Maidens they, are brisk and gay,  

beyond a London Lass.    

There s Joan and Margaret, wondrous fair,  
and beautiful indeed,  
No Citizen can them compare,  
they do them all exceed;  
For they are lively stirring Girls,  
whose, goodness doth surpass,  
And now say I none can come nigh,  

the brisk young Country Lass.    

But let me not most carelessly,  
forget poor loving Jenny,  
If on her once you cast your eye,  
'tis ten to one she'll win ye:  
For she is beautiful indeed,  
and other Girls surpass,  
Come all agree, and say with me,  

none's like the Country Lass.    

There's pretty Betty amongst the rest,  
whose Lips are like a Cherry,  
Her virtues cannot be expressed,  
besides she's wandrous merry:  
She has a lovely rolling eye,  
he needs must be an Ass,  
That in this point will not comply,  

and love the Country Lass,    
 
 

THeir Head-cloaths are as white as milk  
and neatly they are dressed,  
Their skin as soft as any silk,  
and Lily-white the Breast:  
But mind how prettily they trip,  
and jet it o'er the Grass,  
You'll cry out then, like other men,  

give me the Country Lass.    

But go unto a Market Town,  
brave Lasses you may see,  
Though dressed in a homespun Gown,  
yet tight and neat they be:  
And like good Huswives they are dressed,  
yea, neatly by they pass,  
And you may know where ere you go  

the honest Country Lass.    

Mind but the colour of their Cheeks,  
they Roses do exceed,  
While London Lasses like to Leeks,  
look green and pale indeed:  
But you may find them brisk and Kind,  
when they sit on the Grass,  
They'll kiss and play, up and away,  

O bonny Country Lass.    

Their Sweethearts they do keep in tow  
with knitting of the Brow,  
And bind them for to keep the Law,  
which Cupid doth allow:  
These bonny Girls are precious Pearls,  
whose goodness doth surpass,  
And far exceed, the London breed,  

O brave young Country Lass.    

The Country Lass betimes doth rise,  
and in the air she goes,  
When mighty Storms doth dim the skies,  
in bitter Frosts and Snows:  
Through Rain and Hail, with Milking-pail,  
she merrily doth pass,  
And thinks no harm, be it cold or warm,  

brave downright Country Lass.    

Then boast no more, of your great store,  
of bonny London Lasses,  
Since you may find in every kind,  
the Country girls surpasses:  
And do indeed, your Comforts breed,  
than he is a simple Ass,  
His judgement's weak, who once dare speak,  

against the Country Lass.     

Printed for P. Brooksby, in West-smithfield.