A pleasant nevv court song, betweene a yong courtier, and a countrey lasse To a new court tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A19454 of text S117718 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 5877). 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. 5 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 A19454 STC 5877 ESTC S117718 99852929 99852929 18284 2240947275

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A19454) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 18284) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1600:19) A pleasant nevv court song, betweene a yong courtier, and a countrey lasse To a new court tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed by the assignes of Thomas Symcoeke [sic], [London] : [1628] STC gives publication date 1628-1629. Verse - "Vpon a summers time,". Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo A pleasant nevv court song, betweene a yong courtier, and a countrey lasse. To a new court tune. [no entry] 1628 2 622 1 0 0 0 0 0 16.08 C The rate of 16.08 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-03 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-05 Sampled and proofread 2002-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A pleasant new Court Song , Betweene a yong Courtier , and a Countrey Lasse .
To a new Court Tune .

VPon a Summers time , in the middle of the morne , A bonny Lasse I spide , the fairest ere was borne , Fast by a standing Poole , within a meddow greene , She laid her selfe to coole , not thinking to be seene . She gathered louely flowers , and spent her time in sport : As if to Cupids bowers she daily did resort . The fields afford content vnto this maiden kinde , Much time , and paines she spent , to satisfie her minde . The Cowslip there she cropt , the Daffadill and Dazie : The Primrose lookt so trim , she scorned to be lazie , And euer as he did , these pretty posies pull , She rose and fetcht a sigh , and wisht her apron full . I hearing of her wish , made bold to step vnto her : Thinking her loue to winne , I thus began to wooe her , Faire maide , be not so coy , to kisse thee I am bent : O fie , she cride , away , yet smiling gaue consent . Then did I helpe to plucke of euery flower that grew , No herbe nor flower I mist , but onely Time and Rue . Both she and I tooke paines to gather flowers store , Untill this maiden said , kind sir , I le haue no more . Yet still my louing heart did proffer more to pull , No sir , quoth she , i le part , because mine apron's full . So sir , i le take my leaue , till next we meet againe : Rewards me with a kisse , and thankes me for my paine .
The Second part . To the same Tune .

IT was my chance of late , to walke the pleasant fields : Where sweet tun'd chirping birds , harmonious musicke yeelds . I lent a listening eare vnto their musicke rare : At last mine eye did glance vpon a Damsell faire . I stept me close aside , vnder a Hawthorne bryer : Her passions laid her downe , ore-rul'd with fond desire . Alacke fond maide she cride , and straight fell a weeping , Why sufferest thou thy heart , within a false ones keeping ? Wherefore is Venus Queene , whom maids adore in mind , Obdurate to our prayers , or like her fondling blinde : When we doe spend our loues , whose fond expence is vaine ? For men are growne so false , the cannot loue againe . The Queene of loue doth know , best how the matter stands , And Hymen knowes , I long to come within her hands . My loue best knowes my loue , and loue repaies with hate , Was euer virgins loue , so much vnfortunate ? Did my loue fickle proue then had he cause to flye : But I le be iudg'd by loue . I lou'd him constantly . I hearing of her vowes , set bashfulnesse a part , And striu'd with all my skill , to cheere this maidens heart . I did instruct her loue , where loue might be repaid : Could I , quoth she , find loue , I were an hap●y maid . I straight in loue replide , in me thou Loue shalt finde : So made the bargaine sure , and eas'd the Maidens minde .
FINIS .

Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke .