The loving Lad, and the Coy Lass.  
Being a pleasant and witty Discourse between a young Man and a Maid.  
To a pleasant New Tune.  
 Man. 
ALl hail thou bright and bonny Lass,  
my joy and only sweeting,  
Good Fortune now hath brought to pass,  
that we should have a meeting.  

That so I might behold thy face  
and speak my mind unto thee,  
And since here is a fitting place,  
I do intend to woo thee.   

For I long time have loved the well,  
but yet I ne, re did show it,  
Because indeed the truth to tell,  
I durst not let thee know it.   

For fear thou shouldst my love disdain,  
and so in coyness shun me,  
And not my person entertain,  
which would have quite undone me.   

But now I have more courage gained  
and am resolved to try thee,  
For my affection is unfeigned  
how canst thou then deny me.   Maid 
I prithee Will be soft and sweet,  
methinks you are too hasty,  
O talk no more of wooing yet  
for fear your Master baste ye.  

You are as yet a Apprentice Will.  
then leave such fond adventures,  
And think not of a wife until,  
y'ave served out your indentures.   

For why I think there's no time lost,  
but you may longer tarry  
Your age is twenty years at most,  
a little to young to marry.   

Then take my council if you please,  
and rest a while contented,  
Forbear such rash attempts as these,  
which oft times are repent,   Man. 
Indeed I wish I able were,  
to follow your direction,  
But little dost thou know my Dear.  

The Second part,  
to the same Tune.  

For where true love the heart doh sway  
in any Loyal Lover  
He cannot brook one week's delay,  
but must his mind discover.   

Love burns so hot within my breast  
that if I should conceal it,  
Besure 'twould never let me rest,  
until; I did reveal it,   

Therefore sweet loving Mistress Jane,  
consider my condition,  
My heart with love is almost slain,  
O! prove a kind Physician.   Maid. 
Fie, fie, thou art a flattering youth,  
I do not like thy carriage,  
Leave off such toys for in good truth,  
they will thee quite disparage.  

Think it not strange that I am coy,  
or that I have denied thee.  
I never will affect a Boy,  
what ever doth betid me,   

Herein I do thee not disgrace,  
but speak as doth behoove me  
For thou never hadst a Manlike face,  
therefore I cannot love thee.   Man. 
Oh my Dear that's a kill word,  
I prithee henceforth forbear it,  
And let thy sweet lips some comfort afford  
speak kindly that I may hear it.  

I Prise thee more than Gold or Pearl,  
thou art my only jewel,  
Then prithee do not frown my Girl,  
why thouldst thou be so cruel.   

It thou contimtest to deny,  
and thus in scorn to slight me,  
Then surely I for love must die,  
Oh! do not so requite me.   

But if thou'lt grant me love at last,  
and yield thyself unto me,  
My grief and sorrows which are past,  
no harm at all can do me.   

For in thy love I shall rejoice  
even as, it will behoove me,  
And thou shalt find (my only choice)  
how dearly I do love thee.   Maid 
It that indeed your words be true,  
and you do so affect me,  
Grant this request and that will show,  
how much you do respect me,  

Live for my sake a single life,  
until seven years be ended,  
And then for to become your wife,  
I fully am intended.   

But if the same you do refuse,  
great cause I have to suspect you,  
Another mate you may go choose,  
for I will never affect you.   Man 
My Dear that is a difficult talk,  
and yet I tell the truly,  
Since thou art pleas; d the same to ask  
I will perform it duly,  

Full seven years' space for thy sweet sake  
a Bachelor I'll tarry,  
And else all other Maids forsake  
with my True-love marry.   

Now give me leave to kiss thy hand,,   Maid 
my leave is quickly gained,  Man. 
The sweetest Damosel in the Land,  
at last I have obtained.