The Politic Countryman.  
Plainly setting forth the many misfortunes of those men who have missed of their aims in choosing a wife, also discovering the vast difference between the London Mistresses and the Country Dames.  
Tune of, hay boys up go we, Or, Jenny Gin.  
 
 
 

SInce Women they are grown so bad  
I'll lead a single life,  
Not one in ten there's to be had  
will make a careful wife:  
Therefore I think 'tis best for me  
single for to remain,  
For some are bound and would be free,  
but wishes are in vain.   

One man he hath a scolding wife,  
that ne'er will quiet be;  
But wearies him out of his life:  
oh! what ill luck had he  
To marry one whose wicked tongue  
doth cause him to complain,  
But knows not how to ease his wrong  
since mourning is ●n vain.   

Another hath a drunken wife  
that spends all she comes near,  
And drunkenness oft breedeth strife,  
it plainly doth aprear:  
And let him chide her all he can,  
a Sot she will remain,  
And he cannot be freed again,  
all vexing is in vain.   

Another hath a wanton one,  
whose lust he can't suffice;  
And good men are too oft undone  
by such, whose rolling eyes  
On all men gaze; as if they could  
by looks their wills obtain,  
And never will do what they should:  
good Counsel is in vain.   
 
 

Another hath an idle pack  
that will not get her Bread,  
Nor keep good Clothes upon her back,  
but loves to lie in bed:  
Good Counsel she doth still refuse,  
reproof she doth disdain,  
Her friends she strangely will abuse  
that checks her, though in vain.   

But he that with a Slut doth meet  
hath the worst luck of all,  
She stinks as she doth walk the street,  
her nasty beast they call:  
And if you strive to make her neat,  
then will she scold amain;  
That with her you dare hardly eat,  
to help this 'tis in vain.   

Then you that have good careful wives  
esteem them as a prize,  
Tender them as you do your lives,  
or Apples of your eyes:  
For it a certain Treasure proves,  
and love will there remain,  
There's nothing that their love removes;  
all strive are in vain.   

Oh! give to me the Country lass  
that loves the Milking-paile,  
For she'll be constant, and alas!  
nought can with her prevail:  
She loves the man that drives the Blow,  
and sometimes sows the grain,  
He that to her doth make a vow  
his love is not in vain.   

The lusty lad that stoutly Mows,  
he loves the Dairy maid;  
She's constant, wheresoever she goes  
no wantonness is played:  
All looseness she doth clear despise.  
and looseness doth disdain,  
The Ploughman she doth Idolise,  
she loves, but not in vain.   

Now to conclude, and speak my mind,  
pray count it not a jest;  
Observe, and you shall clearly find  
a Country lass is best:  
For she is clear, without deceit,  
and constant will remain;  
He that with such a girl doth meet  
his love is not in vain.    

Printed, for J. Wright, I Clerk, W. Thackery, and T. Passenger.