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Magdalene College - Pepys
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A Country new Jigge betweene Simon and Susan, to be sung in merr[y]
pastime by Bachelors and Maydens. To the tune of
I can nor will no longer lie alone. Or, Falero lero lo.

Simon.
O Mine owne sweet heart,
and when wilt thou be true:
Or when wil the time come,
that I shall marry you,
That I may give you kisses,
one, two or three,
More sweeter then the hunny,
that comes from the Bee.
Susan.
My father is unwilling
that I should marry thee,
Yet I could wish in heart,
that so the same might be:
For now me thinks thou seemest,
more lovely unto me:
and fresher then the Blossomes,
that bloomes on the tree.
Simon.
Thy mother is most willing,
and will consent I know,
Then let us to thy Father
now both together goe:
Where if he give us his good will,
and to our match agree:
Twill be sweeter then the hunny
that comes from the Bee.
Susan.
Come goe, for I am willing,
good fortune be our guide:
From that which I have promised,
deare heart, Ile never slide:
If that he doe but smile,
and I the same may see,
Tis better then the blossomes,
that bloomes upon the tree.
Simon.
But stay heere comes my Mother,
weele talke with hhr a word:
I doubt not but some comfort,
to us she may afford:

If comfort she will give us,
that we the same may see,
Twill be sweeter then the hunny,
that comes from the Bee,
Susan.
O Mother we are going
my Father for to pray,
That he will give me his good will,
for long I cannot stay.
A young man I have chosen
a fitting match for me,
More fayrer then the blossomes
that bloomes on the tree.
Mother.
Daughter thou art old enough
to be a wedded wife,
You maydens are desirous
to lead a marryed life.
Then my consent good daughter
shall to thy wishes be,
For young thou art as blossomes
that bloome upon the tree.
Simon.
Then mother you are willing
your daughter I shall have:
And Susan thou art welcome
Ile keepe thee fi[n]e and brave.
And have those wished blessings
bestowed upon thee,
More sweeter then the honey
that comes from the Bee.
Susan.
Yet Simon I am minded
to lead a merry life,
And be as well maintained
as any Citie wife:
And live a gallant mistresse
of maidens that shall be
More fayrer then the blossomes
that bloome upon the tree.

The Second part. To the same [tu]ne.

Simon.
THou shall have thy Candles,
before thou dost arise:
For churlishnesse breeds sicknesse
and danger therein lies.
Young lasses must be cherisht
with sweets that dainty be,
Farre sweeter then the honey
that commeth from the Bee.
Mother.
Well said good Son and Daughter,
this is the onely dyet
To please a dainty young wife,
and keepe the house in quiet.
But stay, here comes your father,
his words I hope will be
More sweeter then the blossomes
that bloome upon the tree.
Father.
Why how now daughter Susan
doe you intend to marry?
Maydens in the old time
did twenty winters tarry.
Now in the teenes no sooner
but you a wife will be
And loose the sweetest blossome
that bloomes upon thy tree.
Susan.
It is for my preferment
good father say not nay,
For I have found a husband kinde
and loving every way:
That still unto my fancy
will evermore agree,
Which is more sweet then honey
that comes from the Bee.
Mother.
Hinder not your daughter,
good husband, lest you bring
Her loves consuming sicknesse,
or else a worser thing.
Maydens youngly married
loving wives will be

And sweet as is the honey
which comes from the Bee.
Simon.
Good father be not cruell,
your daughter is mine owne:
Her mother hath consented
and is to liking growne.
And if your selfe will give then,
her gentle hand to me,
Twill sweeter be then honey
that comes from the Bee.
Father.
God give thee joy deare Daughter,
there is no reason I
Should hinder thy proceeding,
and thou a mayden d[y]e:
And after to lead Apes in hell,
as maidens doomed be:
That fairer are then blossomes
that bloome upon the tree.
Simon.
Then let's unto the Parson
and Clerke to say Amen:
Susan.
With all my heart good Simon,
we are concluded then,
My father and my mother both
doe willingly agree
My Simon's sweet as honey
that comes from the Bee.
All together sing.
You Maidens and Bachelors
we hope will lose no time,
Which learne it by experience
that youth is in the prime,
And daily in their hearts desire
young married folkes to be
More sweeter then the blossomes
that bloome upon the tree.



F I N I S.
Imprinted at London for H. Goss[on].

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