A pleasant new northerne song. called the two York-shire lovers To a pleasant new court tune, or, the tune of Willy. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A15842 of text S102220 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 26104). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A15842 STC 26104 ESTC S102220 99838017 99838017 2374 2240882833

This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission.

Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A15842) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 2374) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1056:14) A pleasant new northerne song. called the two York-shire lovers To a pleasant new court tune, or, the tune of Willy. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. printed [by E. Purslowe] for Iohn Wright, London : [ca. 1635] Verse - "When Willy once he stayed,". Printer's name and suggested publication date from STC. In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo A pleasant new northerne song. called the two York-shire lovers. To a pleasant new court tune, or, the tune of Willy. [no entry] 1635 2 831 2 0 0 0 0 0 24.07 C The rate of 24.07 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2005-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-05 Sampled and proofread 2006-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A pleasant new Northerne Song . called the two York — shire Lovers . To a pleasant new Court tune , Or , the tune of Willy .

WHen Willv once he stayed , To fetch home a lamb that straied , vnder a hill side , a bonny Lasse he spide , Of whom he was well apaied . Her chéekes like Cherries growing . Her lips like Rose-buds blowing , her eyes blacke and cleare , as the Sloe vpon the bréere , Or the worme in the hedge lies glowing Her waste so small and slender , Her skin so soft and tender , he sigh'd and he said , that she was a faire Maid , And his loue to her he 'd render . The wind did seeme to play , With her tresses as she lay , betwixt hope and feare , He was in despairs , To giue her the time of the day . Yet resolu'd to court this Minion , There stept in a new opinion : this timorous Clowne , thought Phaebe had come downe , To speake with her loued Endimion . His errand quite forgotten , He lean'd to a tree was rotten , he swore by the Masse , there was neuer such a Lasse , His heart with a shaft was shotten . Then boldly he stept vnto her , His eyes shot affection through her , he cast away fea●es , and pricking vp his eares , Thus Willy began to wooe her . Good day ( quoth he ) my honny , Thou dearer to me than money , I le lose my little Lambe , And gladly giue the Damme , To lig with a Lasse so bonny . Now list to what I le tell thée , There 's none in shape doth excell thée , so thou wilt wed me , none happier than thée ; Nor better day ere befell me . Of Nuts I le giue thee plenty , And red side Apples twenty , my butter I le leese , to make thee summer Cheese , And Creame to make Egge pies dainty . My Lambs new gowns shal beare thée , No daglockes shall ere come neere thee , the Poultry of the Towne shall cackle without Downe , Ere I le want a soft bed to cheere thee . My Bagpipes mirth shall make thee , Each morne with a Song I le wake thée at night I le not faile , to tell a merry tale , And make thy sad thoughts forsake thee .
The second part . To the same tune .

WHite Lillies shall paue the Closes , Each brier shall blush with Roses , the grasse greene and sweet , shall kisse thy tender feet . And the Medows shall yéeld thee posies . With shady bowers set ore thee , With thousand contents I le store thee , while by some cleere brooke , with my little Dog and hooke , I le bring my fine Ewes before thee . While thus he was close set at her , ( Quoth she ) I suspect the matter , for an houres sport , like the false alluring Court , The Country has learned to flatter . Therefore leaue off thy wooing , I loue not such short doing , and come vnto the matter , I loue not for to flatter , True affection hates long suing . But if your loue will proue steddy , Till Hymen had made him ready , then surfet all night , in a captiue Maids delight , Which yet but ayre hath fed ye . Quoth he I loue none aboue thee , For chastity I proue thee , as constant I le proue , as the Mate vnto the Doue , Nay , thogh thou wert dead , I le loue thee And all contents I le giue thee , So that thou wilt liue with me ▪ my life and all I le loose , ere I my Loue abuse , And all my rich kith vnto me . As Willy thus was talking , The Shepherds eyes were walking ▪ each legge and each limbe , so tricked so trim , She thought it no time of balking ▪ Her heart with loue was taken , God Cupi● did her awaken , and cast a cheerefull eye , vpon him by and by , To shew he was not forsaken . His lips to hers he laid , She neuer a word gaine-said : thus ioyning their hands , they tyed the Nuptiall bands , Which neuer till death decai'd . Such happy ioy God send me , When I to wed intend me , and to each faithfull Louer : where they be one or other , I heartily commend thee .
FINIS .

London printed for Iohn Wright .