The West-Country Jig: OR, Love in Due Season.  
A Longing Maid which had a mind to marry,  
Complaining was, that she so long should tarry;  
At length a brisk young Lad did chance to spy her,  
And liking of her well, resolved to try her:  
And courting her, and vowing to be constant,  
They there clapped up a bargain in an instant.  
To a pleasant New Tune, called New Exeter.  
With Allowance.  
 
 

WHen sol with his Beams,  
Had guilded the Streams,  
And Nymphs, and Young Shepherds  
awaked from their Dreams:  
I heard a Sad Moan  
In a Neighbouring Grove  
from a Voice all alone.   

A Languishing Maid,  
By Cupid Betrayed;  
Was Sighing, and Sobbing,  
And often she said:  
Love! Cruel to me:  
When shall I be Eased  
Of my Misery.   

'Tis known I am Fair,  
And Brisk as the Air;  
Not one in a thousand  
With Me can Compare:  
Yet ne'er a Youngman  
Will ease me of Sadness,  
to help me! that can.   

My time I do spend,  
Yet want I a Friend  
To Rally, and Dally,  
And please me to th' End:  
Which makes me to say,  
O Cupid! Great Cupid!  
I love no Delay.   
 
 

ALL Night in my Bed,  
With Cares in my Head,  
And weeping, and wailing,  
I wish I were Wed:  
And yet no Relief  
I find in the Morning  
For all my sad Grief.   

How happy's the Birds  
Which Mate in the Woods?  
Enjoying most freely,  
Their Love without words;  
Whilst I do complain  
Of Youngman's Unkindness  
And Cruel Disdain.   

A Youngman hard by,  
This Maid did Espy;  
Admiring her Beauty,  
He to her did hie:  
Quoth he, pretty Saint,  
It grieves my Heart for  
to hear your Complaint.   

What think you of me?  
I'm active and free;  
And willing to serve you  
In every Degree:  
And by this sweet Kiss,  
To proffer my Service  
It is not amiss.   

The Bonny Young Maid  
was nothing afraid;  
But modestly Blushing,  
unto him, she said:  
Since you are so free,  
If you will be Constant,  
We two may agree.   

Quoth he, thou shalt find  
Me Loyal, and Kind,  
And Ready, and willing  
To pleasure thy Mind:  
then do you not fear  
But I will be Constant  
My Joy and my Dear.   

this made her Rejoice,  
And with Cheerful Voice,  
Quoth she, mine own Dearest,  
thou shalt be my Choice:  
take Heart and take Hand,  
I always will be at  
thy will and Command.   

then did they retire,  
With Longing Desire;  
Expecting, and waiting  
For quenching Love's fire:  
And now lives most free,  
Although a Quick Bargain  
was made as you see.