Jone is as good as my Lady.
To the tune of What care I how faire she be.
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S Hall I here reherse the story
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Of a Woman in her Glory,
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You have heard how Evah came
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Into the world, the first faire Dame,
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she was naked had no clothing,
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yet she did deserve no loathing:
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then good friend I say to thee,
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Joanes as good as my Lady.
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What care I for silkes aray
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That but glistereth in the day,
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Each other Sence deserves as much,
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Thats to heare, to taste, to touch,
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Gentle Joane may be as faire
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as a rich mans onely heire,
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then good friend I say to thee,
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Joanes as good as my Lady.
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Jone can call by name her Cowes,
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And deck her windows with green bowes
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She can wreathes and Tutties make,
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And decke with plumbes a Bridale Cake,
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Is not Joane a House wife then
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Judge true hearted honest men:
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Then good friend I say to thee
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Joane is as good as my Lady.
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Joane can bake and Joane can brew
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And to give sweet Joane her due,
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Any thing that longs to man,
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Joane will doe it if she can,
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she will seeke all sorts to please,
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and love no idlenesse or ease:
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then good frend I say to thee,
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Joanes as good as my Lady.
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Joane can spin and Joane can card,
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Joan keepes cleane both house and yard,
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She can dresse both flesh and fish,
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Or any thing that you can wish:
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she can sow and she can knit,
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Joane for any thing is fit:
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then good friend I say to thee,
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Joanes as good as my Lady.
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Joane is of a lovely browne,
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Neate as any in the Towne:
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Heaire as blacke as any Crow,
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And doth nimbly trip and goe,
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slender waste, and fingers long,
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roaling eye, and nimble tongue:
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then good friend I say to thee,
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Joanes as good as my Lady.
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The second Part. to the same tune.
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JOane is skipping like a Fawne
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in a pleasant verture Lawne,
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When she playes at Barley-breake,
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She of all doth give the squeake:
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Joane can daunce a Scottish Jigge
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and doth nimbly play the rigge:
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then good friend I say to thee,
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Joanes as good as my Lady.
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When the yong men of the Towne
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Gives the Maidens a greene Gowne,
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Joane hath kisses more then they,
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And doth beare the Bell away
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S[t]ill the garland she doth winne
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for her dauncing tricke and trime:
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then good friend I say to thee,
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Joanes as good as my Lady.
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All the Youthes of our Townes end
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Strive to make sweet Joane their friend,
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Some gives Purses, some gives Rings,
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With Bracelets, Girdles, & su[ch] things,
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happy is their houre and time
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who can give sweet Joane the wine:
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then good friend I say to thee,
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Joanes as good as my Lady.
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Put her on a Silken Gowne,
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Theres no Lady in the Towne,
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But with her she may compare,
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And is every way as faire,
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paynted cloathes the body shapes
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making them phantasticke Apes:
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then good friend I say to thee,
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Joanes as good as my Lady.
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Spepheards Swaines admires her note,
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When she straineth but her throate,
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Then they throw their Pipes away,
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Vowing Joane hath got the day,
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they joyne hands and dance a ring;
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and this is all the song they sing,
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we conclude, and all agree,
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Joanes as good as my Ladye.
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