The two Jeering Lovers:  
Or, A pleasant New Dialogue between Dick Down-right of the Country, and pretty witty Nancy of the city: The manner of their wooing, winning, and wedding shall be related in this ensuing Ditty.  
To a dainty new tune, called, Now the tyrant hath stolen, &c,  
 Dick. 
COme hither sweet Nancy,  
and si● down by me,  
These long seven Winters  
I have loved thee:  
Then give me my answer  
if that thou canst love me,  
Or else say me no then  
my pretty Nancy.  Nancy. 
Stand furth●r Sir Lobeock  
and trouble not me,  
I had rather with Pistols  
and Guns to be shot,  
Or be run through with Rapiers,  
then suffer disgrace,  
For to have such a Buzzard  
to breath in my Face.  Dick. 

Sweet Nan do not hold me  
so much in disdain.  
But as I love thee, prithee  
love me again.  
There's nothing on earth  
in the world is be had,  
But I will ●rocure it  
to make my love glad.   

Ile buy thee new Beaver  
and a dainty silk Gown,  
And a fifty Apron  
the hast in the Town,  
Fine Hose and fine shoes  
and a brave Holland Smock,  
Thou well mayst believe me,  
for I do not mock.   

Ile buy thee a scarf that is  
very complete,  
And costly head Tyero  
both handsome and neat:  
Ile buy thee rare Bracelets  
and such precious things,  
perfumed gloves and Ribbons,  
and gallant gold Rings.   Nancy. 
Ile none of thy Ribbons,  
nor none of thy Gold,  
I had rather to suffer  
both hunger and could,  
Then to match with a Clown  
which my mind cannot brook,  
Nor can I abide thee  
once on me to look.  
 Dick. 
WHy what is the reason  
thou shouldst me disgrace?  
I pray thee in plain t●rms  
speak to my face.  
Or what is the cause thou  
canst not fancy me?  
That ever was faithful  
and true unto me.  Nancy. 

The reason is this  
if you'l have it so,  
Thou like to a Sloven dost  
every day go,  
therefore take good notice  
and mark what I say,  
I'd not have thee if thoult give me  
a Noble a day.   

Thy eyes stand a squint,  
thy nose stands awry,  
Thy mouth stands aside,  
and thy heards's never dry:  
Thy Chaps all be slabered  
and thy lips are amiss,  
Twould make a Maid loathe  
for to give thee a kiss.   

Thy shoes are untied,  
and down at the héels,  
Thy stockings ungartred,  
which thou dost not feel,  
Thy Codpis unbutned,  
thy breeches bepist,  
These are nasty actions,  
say you what you list.   

Take this for an answer  
I will thee not have,  
There's the door and the way,  
now go walk like a Knave,  
go home to thy country  
and kiss country Ione,  
For sweet-heart in London  
thou art like to have none,   Dick, 
Why then thou proud housewife  
Ile bid thee farewell  
Your scoffing and jeering  
too much doth excel:  
Yet this I say to thee,  
if thou hadst thy desert,  
Thou wouldst either be hanged  
or be tyd to a Cart.  Nancy. 

Nay stay my sweet Richard,  
let s kiss and b● friends,  
For what I said to thee  
Ile make thee amends,  
If thou'lt be my Husband  
I will be thy Wife,  
And Ile be constant to thee  
all the dayes of my life.   

Then Dick he kist Nancy  
and Nancy kist Dick,  
And close to each other  
they after did stick:  
They went to the Church  
and were married that day,  
And Dick to the country  
carried Nancy away.   

By this you may see what  
young women can do,  
When Bachelours to th●m  
do come for to wooe;  
Their wits are so nimble,  
they can in an hour  
Turn sour into sweetness  
end sweetness to sour.   
L. P.   
Finis.  

London printed for William Gilbertson in Gilt-spur street.