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3.156 R234431 1 There was a brisk Lass There Was a Brisk Lass JOan scrub'd up her Roomes, made all things clean,/ The Tables, the Chairs, & the edg[e] of the skreen, Pepys 3.156 Wing C6732 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: 156 The COY/ COOK-MAID,/ Who was Courted importunately by Irish, Welch, Spanish, French, and Dutch, but at last/ was conquered by a poor English Taylor. The COY COOK-MAID, Who was Courted importunately by Irish, Welch, Spanish, French, and Dutch, but at last was conquered by a poor English Taylor. The Coy Cook-Maid, Who Was Courted Importunately by Irish, Welch, Spanish, French, and Dutch, but At Last Was Conquered By a Poor English Taylor. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 210 x 330 cropped right edge, torn bottom edge, uneven inking vertical rules 1664-1696 Printed for P. Broo[k]sby in Py-corn[er.] P. Brooksby BBTI

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JOan scrub'd up her Roomes, made all things clean, The Tables, the Chairs, & the edge of the skreen, She scour'd each Pispot and Pewter dish, Made e'ry thing clean as heart could wish; The Pewter and Brass was so very cleer, That wanting a Glass, she oft drew near To deck up her head and curle her hair, Not one amongst twenty with her could compare. She made her Plumb-Pottage & sweet-minc'd-Pies, The Rost-Beef was laid down when she did rise; Dinner was ready, and like'd so well, Not one amongst twenty could Joan excell; They prais'd her so much that Joan grew proud, And then she began to prate aloud, I will have a Husband oft she cry'd, A pretty young-man to lye by my side.
Then out stept a Scot with blew Bonnet on, He lookt full as big as a Spanish Don; His Pistol was under his chequer'd Plade, His Whinyard was made of a Bilbo blade: Quoth he, bread a gad, the day's mine awn, Ise as bonny a fallow as e're was knawn, Ise will ha this Lassee before Ise gang heam, She'l mack me geud Langkeal to fill my weam. He came to salute her, but Joan was mad. And call'd the poor Scotch -man a sawcy lad, She took up the Ladle and broke his pate, And told him he proffer'd his love too late: Deel blin you, quoth Sawny , you nasty slut, The muckle Deel stop [Hemp] in your gut, Ise naw se[e]k Jo[an to by my wife,] She'l e'ne [mack me weary of my life,]
Then a fine French-man took his place, His Cravat and Ruffles were all of Lace. [S]aid he, Begarr me come to dis place, Me be much in love vid your sweet face, Me no like no Lady vidin this Town, Begarr me no like dem, dey ver much frown; Me have seen all, me tink ders's none Dat may be compar'd vid Missis Joan . Me be resolve to lose my life But me vill have Joan to be my Wife: Joan look'd about, and then reply'd, The Devil shall be the French-mans Bride; March to your Portage you sinical Knave, I'le ne'r go to France to be your slave; Get you out of the Kitchin, or else by Mars This swinging Spit shall run through your A---- Poor Monsieur lookt blank and sneakt away, For his Wife nor his life he durst not stay; Then enter'd an Irish-man and swore The noise of her beauty brought him o're; My naam ish Teague , and by my Shalwaashon I prize dy faash 'bove all in de Naashon, Den preddee dear Joy come kish my shweet faash, By Shaint Phaatrick I never will leave dish plaash. I have a Potato-plat of my own, An a shneeshing-boxh, 'tish very well known; I have a schullogue to run by my shide, Ifait and trote thou shalt be my Bride. Be gone bogg-trotter, then Joan did cry, Or the broom-stick shall on your shoulders lie, Pack up your Awle, and make short of your story, Or I'le make you pay dear for your vain-glory.
A Seaman from Holland then enter'd the list, As drunken a Rascal as ever pist; He brought in his hand a bottle of Nans , And swore 'twas the famousest liquor in France ; 'Twill make you Dutch Spraagen before it be noon, Be gone (said she) you drunken Clown, I'le pull the blew Rug from off your pate If you offer to stay with Joan to prate. And then Jack Spaniard began to vaper, With a mighty short Cloak and a very long Rapier He offer'd his Service and proudly did strut, But Joan went and gave him a kick with her foot; Ye insolent Dog (quoth she) be gone, There's none I hate more than a Spanish Don, I mean not to wait upon such a proud sinner Whilst he is a pamp'ring his Guts at dinner. The Welch-man hearing the rest were gone, Resolv'd that he would be with her anon, With Leek in his Hat, on St. Taffy 's day He came to Joan , and thus he did say: Her was a prave shentleman in Wales , Her has a cood land, cots-plutter-a-nails Her has a fine Goat, and her makes sheese, Was her make her a lady if now her please. But Joan protested she hated them all, And swore to be at an English mans call; She knew their humours and did not doubt B ut some or other would chuse her out: At last she married a Taylor good lord, And he the greazy Frigat did board; They both were well pleas'd and kindly agreed, And she from the rest of her Suitors was freed.
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Printed for P. Brooksby in Py-Corner.