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1.337 S5327 1 The Popes Machina The Pope's Machina IN this merry Maying time,/ Now comes in the Summer prime. Pepys 1.337 Rollins (1) II:8-11; STC 22919.7 for T. L[angley? c.1625]; Rollins (2) ?1694 (June 20, 1629, IV, 216, Fran. Coles & partners). Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 337 A pleasant Countrey Maying Song. A pleasant Countrey Maying Song. A Pleasant Country Maying Song. 1/2 sheet folio, 254 x 134 cropped left, right and top edges, uneven inking vertical rule and cast fleurons 1625 Printed at London for T.L. T. L. Weinstein: STC

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I N this merry Maying time, Now comes in the Summer prime. Countrey Damsels fresh and gay, Walke abroade to gather May: In an evening make a match, In a morning bowes to fatch. Well is she that first of all, Can her lover soonest call, Meeting him without the towne, Where he gives his Love a gowne. Tib was in a gowne of gray, Tom he had her at a bay. Hand in hand they take their way, Catching many a rundelay, Greeting her with a smile, Kissing her at every stile. Then he leaves her to the Spring, Where the Primrose reigneth king. Upon a bed of Violets blew, Downe he throwes his Lover true. She puts finger in the eye, And checkes him for his qualitie. She bids him to her mothers house, To Cakes & Creame & Country souce. He must tell her all his mind, But she will sigh and stay behind. Such a countrey play as this, The maids of our town cannot mis. They will in a morning gay, Decke themselves and gather May. Then they will goe crop the flowers, Mongst the leaves and Country bowers. When our maidens meet together, There is praying for faire weather. Glad are they to see the Sunne, That they may play when work is don. Some at Dancings make a show, If they can get leave to goe. Young men will for maidens sakes, Give them Sugar, Creame & Cakes With a cup of dainty Wine, And it must be neate and fine. Some of them for their good cheare, Playes three quarters of a yeare.
Thou at the first I liked well, Cakes and Creame do make [me] swell. This pretty maiden waxeth [big] See what 'tis to play the [Rig] Up she deckes her with and cleene, To trace the medowes fresh and gree[ne] Or to the good towne she will [wend] Where she points to meet her [friend]. Her gowne was tuckt above the knee, Her milkwhite smock that you may [s]ee. Thus her amorus Love and she, Sports from eight a clocke till [t]hree. All the while the Cuckow sings, Towards the evening home she slings, And brings with her an Oaken bow, With a Country Cake or two. Straight she tels a solemne tale, How she heard the Nightingale, And how ech medow greenly springs: But yet not how the Cuckow sings. In the merry Maying time, Love is in her chiefest prime. What for Gentlemen and Clownes, Our country maids can want no gownes. Sillibubs and dainty cheare, Yong men lacke not all the yeere. All the maidens in the street. With the bonny Yonkers meet. All the while the grasse is greene, And the Dasies grow betweene, Dicke and Tom doe walk the fields, Still to trip up maidens heeles. Thus the Robin and the Thrush, Musicke make in every bush. While they charme their prety notes, Young men hurle up maidens cotes. But 'cause I will do them no wrong, Here I end my Maying song, And wish my friends take heed in time, How they spend their Summers prime.
FINIS. Printed at London for T.L.