The Countryman's Delight: Or, The Happy Wooing.  
Being the Successful Love of JOHN the SERVINGMAN, In his Courting of JOAN the DARY-MAID.  
John's humble suit Joan does long time withstand,  
Till his known Wealth her favour does command;  
Then mustering all her Smiles, to him she bends,  
And to the Bargain strait she condescends:  
Now no Objection can retard her Love,  
If not of him, she does his Wealth approve;  
So Women for base Gold their Beauty sell,  
To whom so e'er bids most, that Cursed spell,  
Fixed deep into their Souls, commands them still,  
And guides the Reins of their tempestuous will.  
To a New Playhouse Tune: Or, Dolly and Molly.  
 
 John. 

QUoth John to Joan wilt thou have me?  
I prithee now wilt thou, i'll Marry with thee  
My Cow, my Cow, my House and Rents,  
All my Lands and Tennements:  

Say my Joan, say my joan, what wilt thou do?  
I cannot, I cannot come every every day to woo.    

I've Corn and Hay in a Barn hard by,  
And three fat Pigs penned up in a Sty;  
I have a Mare and she is Coal-black,  
I ride on her Belly to sauè her Back,  

Say my joan, say my joan, what wilt thou do?  
I cannot, I cannot come every every day to woo.    

I have three Mark tied up in a Rag,  
I keep them there instead of a Bag;  
I have a Cheese upon the Shelf,  
I'll cannot eat it awe myself:  

Say my joan, say my joan, what wilt thou do?  
I cannot, I cannot come every every day to woo.    Joan. 

Quoth Joan to John you must not come,  
For your Master and Mistress are both at home;  
You are a Servant, and must obey,  
Else they'll be angry and turn you away:  

Say my john, say my john, is this not true?  
You must not, you must not come every every day to woo.    
 
 John. 

I love thee Joan with all my heart,  
Come quickly consent, and we never will part;  
My Shirt, my Shirt, and eke my Band,  
All I have is at thy Command:  

Believe me joan, believe me joan, I tell thee true,  
I cannot nown's, I cannot come every every day to woo    Joan. 

In troth my John, I cannot consent,  
To gain your Cow, your Shirt, and your Rent;  
Yet smiling I think of your Love,  
And wish oft I worthy could prove:  

With a Servingman, with a Servingman i'll not do,  
who cannot, who dare not come every every day to woo.    John. 

Nay my Joan, pray say not so,  
ere i'll lose thee, my Place i'll forgo  
Come Kiss my joy, and I will be  
A Servant unto none but thee:  

My Master, my Master i'll bid adieu,  
I'll leave him, i'll leave him, every every day to woo.    Joan. 

Oh John, by no means, not for me,  
I would not your Master and you disagree;  
For I shall never have you 'tis plain,  
You offered your Band, but all in vain:  

Cease you Clown, cease you Clown, it will not do,  
tho' you come, tho' you come every every day to woo.    John. 

Then yet more my Joany I have,  
Oh think not pray, thy Johnny a Slave;  
I was Free born i'll make it appear,  
My Father left me five Marks a Year:  

Believe me joan, believe me joan, I tell you true,  
I will come, I will come every every day to woo.    Joan, 

Come, come, it is no time for delay,  
Hark john, your Mistress calls you away;  
We must not so sudden agree,  
For what will the Maids think all of me:  

Say my john, say my john, in this not true?  
You cannot byth' Mass, you cannot come every every day to woo.    john. 

Fear not my joan, for by this Kiss,  
They cannot think on it amiss;  
Each on 'em would, and wished the like,  
And conquered by Love, they would soon strike:  

Say my joan, say my joan, is this not true?  
I cannot, I cannot come every every day to woo.    joan. 

Well john, you have Charmed me I see,  
My Love thou hast won, I yield it to thee,  
Though with soft sighs it is express,  
Yet johnny is lodged in my Breast:  

Say my john, say my john, what must we do?  
You must come, you must come every every day to woo.    john. 

Oh speak it again my dear joan,  
Can it be so quickly that thou art my own;  
I'll Hug thee, i'll Buss thee, now for this,  
Thou art my joy and all my Bliss:  

Say my Joan, say my Joan, is this not true?  
Now ay i'll come, now i'll come every every day to woo.    joan. 
Well, when is the time you Design,  
That'th Parson in Weblock may, both of us join?  john. 

Uds-foot Joan, to morrow let's meet,  
And then we'll do all things Complete:  

Say my joan, say my joan, does it please you?  
then i'll come, then i'll come every every day to woo.