The West Country Wooing, OR, The Merry conceited Couple.  
In pleasant terms, he lets her know his mind,  
And fairly woos her, for to make her kind:  
At first she seemed coy to his persuasion,  
And put him off, with many a sly evasion:  
But finding at the last his love was constant,  
Her heart she did resign from that same instant.  
Tune of, When Sol will cast no light: Or, My pretty little Rogue.  

 
 

MY joy and only Dear:  
come sit down by me,  
For thou shalt plainly hear  
I mean to try thee,  
If thou canst love a Lad  
brisk, young and lively,  
I'll make thy heart full glad,  
thou shalt live finely.   

Thy pretty rolling eye,  
and waste so slender,  
Thy forehead smooth and high,  
thy lips so tender  
Hath so ensnared my heart  
that I must love thee  
Therefore I'll not depart,  
till pity move thee.   

Alas kind Sir, she said,  
what hath possessed ye,  
For to delude a Maid,  
be not so hasty,  
Your flattering words that pass,  
can no ways move me;  
For to repent at last,  
or yield to love ye,    

The second Part,  
To the same Tune.  

WE know that youngmen can  
cog, lie, and flatter,  
And make vows, now and then,  
to mend the matter;  
With such slights cunningly  
they do deceive us,  
Bring us to beggary,  
and then they leave us.   

Fear not my Dear, (quoth he)  
that I dissemble,  
Or that such false young men,  
I do resemble,  
I have both house and land  
good gold and riches,  
And all at thy command:  
pray mark my speeches.   

Your house and land perhaps  
you think may move me,  
But I fear after claps,  
if I should love ye,  
Therefore my Maidenhead,  
I will make much on't,  
For ne'er a false youngman  
shall have a touch on't.   

O stay my Love he said,  
make further trial,  
Be not so resolute  
in your denial,  
Fear not but you shall find,  
I will content thee,  
And bravely please thy mind,  
none shall prevent me.   

What pleasure can a Maid  
find in your dealing,  
When you her kindness think,  
not worth concealing,  
Youngmen are apt to blab  
what's done in private,  
And well I understand  
what 'tis you drive at.   

My pretty Rogue, he said,  
do not misdoubt me,  
Why should you live a Maid,  
and think I flout ye,  
In my love, I promise,  
for to persever,  
And seal it with a kiss,  
to last for ever.   

If that you love as much  
as you profess it,  
And that your truth is such,  
as you express it,  
Quoth she take hand and heart,  
and use your pleasure,  
For I will never part,  
from such a treasure.   

O how it joys my mind,  
(quoth he my jewel,  
That thou wilt now be kind,  
and no more cruel,  
Venus that Goddess she  
will smile to know it,  
How we in love agree,  
when we shall show it,   

So from that happy hour,  
they were united,  
And to a pleasant Bower,  
he her invited,  
Where they with sport and play,  
kindly embracing,  
There past the time away,  
Lover's joys tracing,     

London, Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood.