The Country lover's conquest.  
In winning a coy Lass.  
In Country Terms he useth homely greeting,  
And says by all means she must be his sweeting.  
He lets her know that he hath riches store,  
And wonders that she can desire more  
At length she did incline as he doth tell  
And liked his loving motion wondrous well.  
To a pleasant new Tune, very much in use.  
 
ONce I loved a Lass  
with a rolling eye.  
She was ●ond and fickle  
so was never I.  
If you ●ill believe me  
she was wondrous fair,  
And it much did grieve me  
to lose market ware,  
I began to woe her  
Like a man indeed.  
Soon as I came to her  
thus I did proceed.  
Dearest be not coy  
but in love agree,  
I'm my mother's joy  
she loves none but me:  
All her care is for me  
how to get a wife,  
And thou know'st I love thee  
as I do my life,  
Prithee be not cruel,  
but be kind and free,  
Thou shalt be my jewel  
I'll love none but thee,  
 
What care I for coin  
since I have a stock,  
If thou wilt be mine,  
I'll take thee in thy smock:  
Come let's make a bargain  
whilst i'm in the mind  
And I will be constant  
thou shalt ever find,  
I am young and lusty  
and a proper Lad.  
Come and let me kiss thee  
for to make me glad.  
I have House and Land  
and something else beside:  
All at thy command  
if thou will be my Bride,  
Sheep and Cows and Puen  
and such riches store,  
Therefore be not Sullen  
canst thou wish for more:  
I have six good Oxen  
drawing in a plow:  
If thou canst not love  
Prithee let me know.  
I have danced with Sarah  
and with little Nan,  
Betty she told Grace  
I was a handsome man:  
Doll and Sue and Prudence  
would not me deny,  
Frank did smile upon me  
as she passed by.  
But it is no matter  
I will have my mind,  
For I will not flatter  
if thou wilt be kind  
Long did I thus woe.  
still she did deny.  
What I then should do  
or whether live or die  
I could not imagine,  
for I scarce could speak.  
Then I thought for certain  
that my heart would break  
Till my Mother told me  
without all dispute,  
I must not be daunted,  
but renew my suit.  
To her than I hasted  
with a good intent,  
To take no denial  
I was truly bent:  
Though she called me Bumki●  
I was ne'er the worse,  
Knowing amongst Lovers  
these are words of course,  
I was so resolved  
for to win the field,  
That I would not leave her  
till I made her yield,  
Than I leapt for joy  
as I will might do,  
She that was so coy  
and so hard to woe:  
Willing was to love me,  
and to be my Bride:  
Having now forsaken  
all the world beside:  
Thus I made a Conquest,  
of a maiden fair,  
That with any Girl  
i'th' Country may compare   

Printed for R. Burton at the Horse-shoe in West-Smithfield