The happy husbandman: or, Country innocence. To a pleasant new court tune. This may be printed, R.P. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03753 of text R228241 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing H669). 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. 4 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 B03753 Wing H669 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[205] 99887715 ocm99887715 183369 2240893797

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B03753) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183369) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[160]) The happy husbandman: or, Country innocence. To a pleasant new court tune. This may be printed, R.P. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in Pye-Corner, [London] : [1687] Verse: "My young Mary do's mind the dairy ..." Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Imperfect: trimmed and stained. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The happy husbandman: or, Country innocence. To a pleasant new court tune. This may be printed, R.P. anon 1687 1 572 1 0 0 0 0 0 17.48 C The rate of 17.48 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-02 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Happy Husbandman OR , Country Innocence . To a pleasant New Court Tune .

This may be Printed ,

R. P.

MY young Mary do's mind the Dairy , while I go a Howing , and Mowing each Morn ; Then hey the little Spinning Wheel ▪ Merrily round do's Reel while I am singing amidst the Corn : Cream and Kisses both are my Delight , She gives me them , and the Ioys of Night ; She 's soft as the Air , As Morning fair , Is not such a Maid a most pleasing sight ? While I whistle , she front the Thistle does gather Down for to make us a Bed , And then my little Love does lie All the Night long , and dye in the kind Arms of her nown dear Ned , There I taste of a delicate Spring , But I must not tell you , nor name , the thing , To put you , a Wishing , And think of Kissing , For Kisses cause sight and young Men 〈…〉 . Sedge and Rushes , and tops of Bushes shall thatch our Roof , and shall strow all our Floor , And then the pritty Nightingales . Will fly from Groves and Dales to live with us , and we 'll ne'er be Poor : Little Lambkins , whenever they dye Will bequeath new Blankets is thee and I , Our Quilts , shall be , Roses Which June disposes : So warm and so sweet my young Love shall be . Fountains pure shall be thy Ewer to sprinkle Water upon thy fair Face ; And near the little Flock shall play All the long Summer's Day ; gentle white Lambs will adorn the Place . Then at Night we 'll hie home to our Hive , And ( like Bees ) enjoy all the sweets , alive ; We 'll tast all Love's Treasure , And enjoy that Pleasure , While others for Fame and for Greatness strive . No Man's Frowns are on the Downs , for truly there we most freely may sing , And kiss the pretty Nancies , While Changes end Chances amuse all the Great , and Disturbance bring . We will with our young Lambs go to Bed , And observe the Lives that our Fathers led ; We 'll mind not Ambition , Nor sow Sedition , And leave State-Affairs to the State-man's Head. Oaten Reeds ( those humble Weeds ) shall be the Pipes upon which we will play , And on the merry Mountain , Or else by a Fountain , we 'll merrily pass the sweet time away : Sure no Mortal can blame us for this . And now mark the way of your London Miss , She masters your Breeches , And takes your Riches , While we have more Ioys by a harmless Kiss No Youth here need Willow wear , no beauteous Maid will her Lover destroy : The gentle little Lass will yield In the soft Dairy Field , freely our Pleasures we here enjoy : No great Juno we boldly desse , With young Cloris Cheeks , or fair Celia's Eye ; We let all these things alone , And enjoy our own , Every Night with our Beauties lie ,

Printed-for P. Brooksby at the Golden-Ball Pye-corner .