The willy, witty, neat, and pritty, damsell: vvhich to a souldier often made this answer, I dare not doe no more nor the back of your hand sir, to the tune of, The Oyle of Barly. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06652 of text917 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W2961B). 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 2017 B06652 Wing W2961B Interim Tract Supplement Guide BR f 821.04 B49[40] 99887574 ocm99887574 182298 2240880388

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06652) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182298) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:3[42]) The willy, witty, neat, and pritty, damsell: vvhich to a souldier often made this answer, I dare not doe no more nor the back of your hand sir, to the tune of, The Oyle of Barly. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed by Iohn Hammond, [London] : [1649?] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Not long agone ..." In two parts, printed side by side. Imperfect: mutilated, affecting text. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. B06652 917 (Wing W2961B). civilwar no The willy, witty, neat, and pritty, damsell: vvhich to a souldier often made this answer, I dare not doe no more nor the back of your hand s anon. 1649 1 918 10 0 0 0 0 0 109 F The rate of 109 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The willy , witty , neat , and pritty , Damsell : Which to a Souldier often made this answer , I dare not doe no more nor the back of your hand Sir , To the tune of , The Oyle of Barly .

NOt long agone , Walking a●one , Abroad to take the aire , Vnder a shaid , I spyd a Maid , Both beautifull and faire ●●re●t h●a●t quoth I , In courticy , To make me som●thing boulder , Exchange a kisse , And donot misse , With me that am a Souldier , Which she deni'd , And thus repli'd , Being ready with her answer , Forbeare to woe , For I dare not doe , No more nor the back of your hand Sir . What is the cause My bony Lasse , That thou shouldst now deny mee I in my Love Will constant prove , If thou 'st be pleas'd to try mee Then about the wast , I her embrast , And in plaine termes I told her , I would her heed , And also weed , If she would love a Souldier , Which she deni'd &c. I le give thee Rings , And costly things , Fine brasle●s of rich amber , If that my will , Thou wilt fullfill , And walke into my chamber , There may we prove . The tricks of Love , And I shall be more bolder , When as I see , Thou wilt agree , To Love a valiant Souldier , Which she , &c. I le deck thee brave And thou shalt have , Bo●h danty faire and clothing , My love to thee , Shall be so free , I le let thee want for nothing , In garments gay , Each holy day , Thou shalt both pearle & Gold were Like Loves faire Queene , Thou shall be seene , If thou wilt wed a Souldier , Which she &c. A Bever hat , Be sure of that , I le for a faring give thee , A Silken gowne , With Lace lade downe , Sweet heart thou maist believe me Warme Muffes , new Ruffes , Bone lece and Cuffes , Most gorgious to behold sure , If thouls love mee , As ice love thee , Belive me as Souldier , Which she &c.
The second part , To the same Tune . A Souldiers wife Lives a merry life . And 't is a tpye of honour , In every place , To have the grace Of Mistr●s put upon her . Which honour brave , Thy selfe shall have , Then prethy Love be bolder , Be not so coy , Let me inioy , Thy love and be a Souldier , Which she denied , And thus replied Being ready with his answer , Forbare to woe , For I dare not doe , No more nor the back of your hand Sir . If I quoth she , Should wéed with thée , We both might faile in carrage , My age is gréene , I 'me scarce fiftéene , 'T is a little to young for marriage , Without delay , I meane to stay , Tell I am somthing older , I find as yet , I am unfit , To meddle with a Souldier , Therefore away , &c , There are young men , Both now and then , Whose wits are very nimble , They 'le cog they 'le lie , They 'le falcyfie , They 'le flatter and desemble , Vntell they have . What they do crave , And after wards they care not , Therefore be still , I' ft be your will , To trust you Sir I dare not , Forbeare quoth she , I pray let be , Take this word for an answer , Although you woe I will not doe , No more nor the back of your hand Sir . I in some part : Could find in heart , To leave for thee my dear , My maden head , Which I have kept , Almost this fifteene yeare , But if with shame , You ld staine my name , It would be my undoing Wherefore kind Sir , I pray stand farre , And leave your desprat wo 〈…〉 Pish fie be gone , Let me alone , Take this word for an answe● Forbeare to woe , For I dare not doe , No more nor the back of your han● 〈◊〉 . I knew a Maid , That wat betraid , Her name was pritty Nelly , A young man staid , And with her plaid , Till be got up her belly , Which being done . Away he rune , He being but a stranger , Which makes me say , As well I may , Much trusting breeds much danger Therefore &c. When I had beene , So long and seene , This Damsells disposition , We both departed , Merry hearted , She having made condision , For me to stay , Vntell the day , That I returne from Gloster , To end all strife , Shee 'le be my wife , She sayes what ere it cost her , And thus the jeast , I have exprect , &c.

Printed by Iohn Hammond .