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3.171 R31223 3 Jenny Gin Jenny Gin Jenny Gin Hey Boys up go we Hey, Boys, Up Go We Hey Boys Up Go We the fair one let me in The Fair One Let Me In WE that do lead a Country Life,/ in pleasures do abound, Pepys 3.171 Wing M1873 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: 171 The Merry Plow-Man,/ AND/ Loving Milk=Maid/ See how the loving Country-Men/ And Maidens do agree;/ While they express their happiness,/ And both contented be. The Merry Plow-Man, AND Loving Milk-Maid See how the loving Country-Men And Maidens do agree; While they express their happiness, And both contented be. The Merry Plowman, and Loving Milkmaid See How the Loving Country Men and Maidens Do Agree; While They Express Their Happiness and Both Contented Be. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, folded, ?210 x 336 cropped left and bottom edges, torn top left corner, guard pasted over top edge vertical rules 1671-1702 Printed for I. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-Spur-Street without Newgate J. Deacon Spufford and BBTI

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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 8/28/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant London love rurallife 8/28/07 Checker Cat Zusky Checked transcription and metadata, created XML 8/07/06 Transcriber Pavneet Aulakh Original transcription 8/25/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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W E that do lead a Country Life, in pleasures do abound, We still live free from care and strife, and are encompass'd round With such content, that Mortal Men no happier can be; And London Gallants tell me then who lives so well as we. We have the pleasant Fields and Groves, wherein we take delight, And there we walk with our true Loves, when Luna shines most bright;
And those that have great store of wealth, no happier can they be, We work full hard, and have our health, and who so merry as we. The murmuring Rivers by us glide, where tipling Fishes play, While our true Loves walk by our side, to pass the time away; Such sweets and comforts we possess, with true felicity, That none enjoys more happiness, nor more content, than we.
O Ur true Loves with their Milking-pales go merrily along, And foot it o're the Hills and Dales, singing a merry song: And nothing doth our Loves molest, but chearful still we be, And think our selves of all most blest, such happy Men are we. We use no flattering Complements, our Sweet-hearts to betray, But plainly tell them our intents, and mean what we do say; While London Citizens pretend such store of constancy, Our Loves do last to our lives end, and none more true than we. No jealous thoughts possess our breast, but we contented are, Both night and day we are at rest, and Strangers are to care: From doubts, from discontents, and fears, no Mortals live more free, And thus most plainly it appears, none happier are than we. But mind how each tite Country Lass doth trip it o're the Plain, Aa they the silent Meadows pass, their amorous Notes they strain;
And when we hear their lovely Charms, so sweet they seem to be, We often wish them in our Arms, such loving Souls are we. And when we to the Fold do go, to over-see our Flocks, Who sometimes wander to and fro, and Graze amongst the Rocks: To think upon our hearts delights, so pleasant seems to be, That Gentlemen, and worthy Knights, know no such joys as we. Thus we that often drive the Plows, have share of Earthly Bliss, And from the Maids that Milk the Cows, we oft steal many a Kiss; To Feasts and Fairs we often go, where divers sports we see, And when bright Phoebus groweth low, then home again walk we. And thus the lusty Country Lad doth spend his vacant hours, With her who makes his heart full glad, amongst the shady Bowers: And often tumbles his true Love, beneath the Myrtle Tree, Since nothing can our joys remove, what Men so blest as we.
Printed for J , Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-Spur-Street without Newgate