%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The sweet Salutation on Primrose Hill: Or, / I know you not. / I know you not, --- what, doth the times so Change, / I knew the time we have not bin so strange: / But this by Maids must never be forgot, / When men Intice; to say, --- I know you not. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1678-1688 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/04/2007 21050

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3.53 R187205 2 Though Father Angry be Though Father Angry be Deep in Love Cupid's Courtesy Deep in Love IN the pleasant month of May / a young man met a Maid Nor can I tell forsooth / what may be my lot, / But this I say in truth, / good sir, I know you not. [with variations; not stanza 1] Pepys 3.53 Wing S6247A 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. 3: 53 The sweet Salutation on Primrose Hill: Or, / I know you not. / I know you not, --- what, doth the times so Change, / I knew the time we have not bin so strange: / But this by Maids must never be forgot, / When men Intice; to say, --- I know you not. The sweet Salutation on Primrose Hill: Or, I know you not. I know you not, ---- what, doth the times so Change, I knew the time we have not bin so strange: But this by Maids must never be forgot, When men Intice; to say, ---- I know you not. The Sweet Salutation on Primrose Hill: Or, I Know You Not. I Know You Not, ---- What, Does the Times So Change, I Knew the Time We Have Not Been So Strange: But This by Maids Must Never Be Forgot, When Men Entice; To Say, ---- I Know You Not. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, ?210 x 278 cropped top and bottom edges, creased 1678-1688 London, Printed for VV. Thackeray, T. Passenger, and W. VVhitwood[.] W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, W. Whitwood. PBA

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 9/4/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant marriage sex/sexuality trickery/deceit 09/04/2007 Checker Patrick Ludolph transcription and metadata checked, xml created 08/02/2006 Transcriber Summer Star Original Transcription 08/19/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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IN the pleasant month of May a young man met a Maid On Primrose Hill so gay, and thus to her he said: Fair Maid, sit down by me upon this flowerie place, Fine pastime thou shalt see within a little space. Maid. Good Sir excuse me now, I cannot stay quoth she, I must go milk the Cow, my Mother will angry be, Nor can I tell forsooth what may be my lot, But this I say in truth, good sir, I know you not. Man. Fair Maid be not so coy, a Lesson to thee Ile play, Shall fill thy heart with joy on Primrose Hill so gay, He played her then a Note upon the Violin, He had his Lesson by rote, 'twas called, In and In.
Man. But still she was in haste, and still she told him so, To give my Mother distaste I never yet will doe, And still she cry'd forsooth I cannot tell my lot, But this I say in truth, good sir, I know you not. Man. You know me not quoth he, but yet in time you may, We shall acquainted be on Primrose Hill this day. But still she cry'd forsooth I cannot tell my lot, But this I say in truth, good sir, I know you not. Man. I am a Rich mans Heir, and he to me will give Five hundred pound a year when no longer he can live. But still she cry'd forsooth I cannot tell my lot, But this I say in truth, good sir, I know you not.
Man. I Will maintain thee so that none shall equal thee, Thou Lady like shalt go if thou wilt yield to me. But still she cry'd forsooth I cannot tell my lot, Yet this I say in truth, good sir, I know you not. Thou shalt not go on foot, but Lady like shalt ride, Thy Page sit in the Boot, my self sit by thy side. But still she cry'd forsooth I cannot, etc. Loe thou shalt be my Bride, and all shall then be thine, If thou canst now confide and yield thy self as mine: When she heard him say so she quickly had forgot, To answer him with no, good sir, I know you not. She unto him did yield, and he was well content Upon her ground to build, which made her to repent. Yet he did please her so that she had now. etc. But at the length alass, her belly began to swell, For so it came to pass, the naked truth to tell, And when she had found it so, she said, etc. Her Cow was quick with Calf and she was quick within, The wound was worse behalf then breaking of her shin. And when she had found it so, she said, etc. But since she was so wild, for ought that I can gather, Since she is prov'd with Child, she may go look the Father. And when she found it so, she said, etc. Her Mother now therefore did find the matter out,
And turn'd her out of dore with many a jear and flout. Are you my Child quoth she, alas I have forgot, If that with Child you be, be gone: I know you not. She to her Uncle went and made the matter known, But she was soundly shent for making of her mone, Are you my Cusse quoth he, alas, etc. If you stay longer here to Bridewell you shall go, And dainty whipping Chear I will on you bestow. Are you my Cusse quoth he, alas, etc. This Wench was wondrous ill, at length the man did find, Mother on Primrose Hill to whom she broke her mind: Bold Whore quoth he forbear, wilt thou mine honour blot? Ile kick you now I swear; be gone: I know you not. When she heard him say so, she soon did him arrest, She bent him to her bow, a dainty Primrose jest: And when she had told him so, she told him 'twas his lot, To prison he must go: be gone: I know you not. She made him promise then that he should keep the Child, Before sufficient men since that he had her beguild: Yet she did not forget the Sport at Primrose Hill, He plaid her such a Fit makes her to love him still. If I might have my will, if that it proves a Boy, His Name is Primrose Hill, his Mothers only Joy. Fair Maidens now be wise for fear this be your lot, If man do you intise, say thus: I know you not.
London, Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood