The west-country dialogue: or, A pleasant ditty between Anniseed-Robin the miller, and his brother Jack the plough-man, concerning Joan, poor Robin's unkind lover. To the tune of, O folly, desperate folly, &c. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06518 of text R227468 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W1399). 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 B06518 Wing W1399 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[514] 99887347 ocm99887347 183610 2248541350

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06518) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183610) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[143]; A5:2[392]; A5:2[401]) The west-country dialogue: or, A pleasant ditty between Anniseed-Robin the miller, and his brother Jack the plough-man, concerning Joan, poor Robin's unkind lover. To the tune of, O folly, desperate folly, &c. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, in Pye-corner, [London] : [between 1688-1692] Date and place of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "VVell met my loving brother Jack ..." Items at A5:2[392] and A5:2[401] imperfect: trimmed affecting imprint. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library and the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The west-country dialogue: or, A pleasant ditty between Anniseed-Robin the miller, and his brother Jack the plough-man, concerning Joan, poor Robin's anon 1692 2 747 3 0 0 0 0 0 40.16 D The rate of 40.16 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-08 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The West-Country DIALOGUE :

OR , A Pleasant Ditty between Anniseed-Robin the Miller , and his Brother Jack the Plough-man , concerning Joan , poor Robin's unkind Lover .

To the Tune of , O folly , desperate Folly , &c.

Licensed according to Order .

Robin . WEll met my loving Brother Jack , mind what I shall say to thee , My Mother tells me that I lack a Woman to wait on me : She tells me I 'm big enough now for a Wife , And therefore must alter my Batchelor's life ; But I am afraid of care , trouble , and strife : O Charges , Family-charges , makes me afraid to wed , Jack . 'T is like you are loath to take a Bride , because that the Times are hard , Pray cast such careful thoughts aside , and never such things regard : For if you can live now when ev'ry thing 's dear , Why then Brother Robin , I 'll make it appear , In times of full Plenty much Moneys you 'l clear O marry prithee now marry , Joan is a pritty Girl . Robin . I am not sure that honest Joan , will marry with me I swear ; For she to such a height is grown . that if I by chance come there , And Proffer to kiss her , she 'll turn her about , And then with her Fists she 'll batter my snout , Till bloud from the same came trickling out : O marry , if I should marry , How will she serve me then ? Jack . 'T is like you did not compliment , and give her a kind Embrace ; But like some clownish Booby went with Hat hanging o'er your Face ; And it may be , your Shoes and your Stockings unty'd , You look'd like a Lover that want● a Bride ; For some such like Reason she liquor'd your hide O Robin , Anniseed Robin , is it the truth or no ? Robin . Believe me as I am a Man , true Breeding I there exprest ; And as you know full well I can , I went in Apparel drest . My Grandfather's Hat , and my Calve's leather-cloath●● Then into her presence I merrily goes , And made her a Congee quite down to my Toes ; yet Joaney angry Joaney kickt me about the Room , Jack . You shou'd have told her what you had , to bring a young Woman to ; This would have made her Heart full glad , without any more ado With Kisses thou should'st have said , If thou 'st be mine , Why then all my Capons , my Turkies , and swine , And every thing else that I have should be thine : Then Robin , Anniseed-Robin , you wou'd have gain'd her Love . Robin . I was not wanting to declare , my Riches to her at Large , And how I was my Fathers , Heir , sure I could maintain a charge , And told her , that I had a Cow , and a Calf , And something likewise that would make her to laugh , As large , and as long as a Constables Staff : yet Joaney , Passionate Joaney , kickt me about the Floor . Jack . Go try your Fortune once again , and never be daunted so ; Her love you may at length obtain , for Lasses are coy you know : But after a while they surrender and yield , For Love is a thing cannot be conceal'd , And you may be Lord of the conquering Field , then Robin , tickle her Robin , she will at last be thine . Robin . To take your Council I 'll nor fail , but to her I 'll go once more , I 'll give her Custards , Cakes and Ale , which I did not do before ; I 'll spend a whole Shilling , and when it is done It she will not love , me as sure as a Gun , I 'll call her young Whore , and away I will run : so leave her , utterly leave her , never come there again ,

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