The willy, witty, neat, and pretty, damsel: 
Which to a soldier often made this answer,  
I dare not do no more nor the back of your hand Sir,   
To the tune of, The oil of barley.  
 
 


NOt long agone,  
Walking a●one,  
Abroad to take the air,  
Under a shaid,  
I spied a Maid,  
Both beautiful and fair  
●●re●t h●a●t quoth I,  
In courticy,  
To make me som●thing boulder,  
Exchange a kiss,  
And donot miss,  
With me that am a soldier,   

Which she denied,  
And thus replied,  
Being ready with her answer,  
forbear to woe,  
For I dare not do,  
No more nor the back of your hand Sir.   

What is the cause  
My bony lass,  
That thou shouldst now deny me  
I in my Love  
Will constant prove,  
If thou've be pleased to try me  
Then about the wast,  
I her embraced,  
And in plain terms I told her,  
I would her heed,  
And also weed,  
If she would love a soldier,   

Which she denied &c.   

I'll give thee Rings,  
And costly things,  
Fine brasle●s of rich amber,  
If that my will,  
Thou wilt fulfil,  
And walk into my chamber,  
There may we prove.  
The tricks of Love,  
And I shall be more bolder,  
When as I see,  
Thou wilt agree,  
To Love a valiant soldier,   

Which she, &c.   

I'll deck thee brave  
And thou shalt have,  
Bo●h dainty fair and clothing,  
My love to thee,  
Shall be so free,  
I'll let thee want for nothing,  
In garments gay,  
Each holy day,  
Thou shalt both pearl & Gold were  
Like love's fair Queen,  
Thou shall be seen,  
If thou wilt wed a soldier,   

Which she &c.   

A Bever hat,  
Be sure of that,  
I'll for a fairing give thee,  
A Silken gown,  
With Lace lade down,  
Sweet heart thou Mayst believe me  
Warm muffs, new ruffs,  
Bone lece and cuffs,  
Most gorgeous to behold sure,  
If thouls love me,  
As ice love thee,  
Believe me as soldier,   

Which she &c.    


The second part,  
To the same Tune.  
A soldier's wife  
Lives a merry life.  
And 'tis a tpye of honour,  
In every place,  
To have the grace  
Of Mistr●s put upon her.  
Which honour brave,  
Thyself shall have,  
Then prithee Love be bolder,  
Be not so coy,  
Let me enjoy,  
Thy love and be a soldier,   

Which she denied,  
And thus replied  
Being ready with his answer,  
forbore to woe,  
For I dare not do,  
No more nor the back of your hand Sir.   

If I quoth she,  
Should weed with thee,  
We both might fail in carriage,  
My age is green,  
I'm scarce fifteen,  
'Tis a little to young for marriage,  
Without delay,  
I mean to stay,  
Tell I am something older,  
I find as yet,  
I am unfit,  
To meddle with a soldier,   

Therefore away, etc,   

There are young men,  
Both now and then,  
Whose wits are very nimble,  
They'll cog they'll lie,  
They'll falcyfie,  
They'll flatter and dissemble,  
Vntell they have.  
What they do crave,  
And after wards they care not,  
Therefore be still,  
if'ft be your will,  
To trust you Sir I dare not,   

forbear quoth she,  
I pray let be,  
Take this word for an answer,  
Although you woo  
I will not do,  
No more nor the back of your hand Sir.   

I in some part:  
Could find in heart,  
To leave for thee my dear,  
My maden head,  
Which I have kept,  
Almost this fifteen year,  
But if with shame,  
You'd stain my name,  
It would be my undoing  
Wherefore kind Sir,  
I pray stand far,  
And leave your desperate woe 〈…〉   

Pish fie be gone,  
Let me alone,  
Take this word for an answe●  
forbear to woe,  
For I dare not do,  
No more nor the back of your han● 〈◊〉.   

I knew a Maid,  
That what betrayed,  
Her name was pretty Nelly,  
A young man stayed,  
And with her played,  
Till be got up her belly,  
Which being done.  
Away he run,  
He being but a stranger,  
Which makes me say,  
As well I may,  
Much trusting breeds much danger   

Therefore &c.   

When I had been,  
So long and seen,  
This damsels disposition,  
We both departed,  
Merry hearted,  
She having made condision,  
For me to stay,  
Vntell the day,  
That I return from Gloster,  
To end all strife,  
she'll be my wife,  
She says what ere it cost her,   

And thus the jest,  
I have exprect, &c.     

Printed by John Hammond.