%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Sorrowful CITTIZEN,/ Or, The Couragious PLOVV-MAN./ With the Witty Answer of a Country Damosel./ You Citizens I pray beware,/ that does this Story hear;/ Dote not too much on Beauty fair,/ lest this may prove your share. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1664-1703 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/03/2008 21268

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3.254 R234455 1 The Country Farmer King James's Jig; The Country Farmer The Country Farmer A Londoner into the Country went,/ To visit his Tennants, and gather in Rent; Pepys 3.254 Wing S4710[A] 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: 254 The Sorrowful CITTIZEN,/ Or, The Couragious PLOVV-MAN./ With the Witty Answer of a Country Damosel./ You Citizens I pray beware,/ that does this Story hear;/ Dote not too much on Beauty fair,/ lest this may prove your share. The Sorrowful CITTIZEN, Or, The Couragious PLOVV-MAN. With the Witty Answer of a Country Damosel. You Citizens I pray beware, that does this Story hear; Dote not too much on Beauty fair, lest this may prove your share. The Sorrowful Citizen, or, the Couragious Plowman. With the Witty Answer of a Country Damosel. You Citizens I Pray Beware, That Does This Story Hear; Dote not too Much on Beauty Fair, Lest This May Prove Your Share. 1/2 sheet oblong folio,. 217 x 320 creased cast fleurons 1664-1703 Printed for J. Blare, at the Sign of the Looking-Glass, on/ LONDON-BRIDGE. J. Blare 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 4/3/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant class rurallife sex/sexuality trickery/deceit vulgarities/crasshumor 04/03/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph xtml created, added metadata 02/20/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph transcription checked 10/23/2007 Checker Catherine Zusky transcription checked 07/24/2006 Transcriber Eric Nebeker original transcription 08/30/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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A Londoner into the Country went, To visit his Tennants, and gather in Rent; He on a brave Gelding did gallantly Ride, With Boots and with Spurs, and a Sword by his side Because that the Inn keepers they will not score, He lined his Pockets with Silver good store: And he wore a Wigg cost three Guinnies and more, His Hat was cockt up Sir, behind and before. Thus like a great Gallant that was Al-a-mode, Upon his stout Gelding he Gallopt the Rode, He came to an Inn Sir, where he did allight, Resolving to rest there, and tarry all Night: There was a fair Damsel her Name it was Priss, The Londoner proffer'd to give her a Kiss; and would fain have been doing the thing you may guess But she scornfully said she was no London Miss.
With Eloquent Speeches this Gallant did Wooe, And proffer'd her Guinnies, but this would not do; I pray you be Civil, good Sir, she reply'd, And tempt me no more, for you must be deny'd: My Credit I tell you, I never will stain, And therefore good Sir, I would have you refrain, To proffer your Guinnies, for all is in vain, I slight them and you Sir, with scorn and disdain. Good Sir, what a rout and a racket you make, Would Robin the Plow-man was here for your sake; He will quickly make you to alter your Note, I would not be one that should be in your Coat; For all your brave alls, you are something too bold, My Chastity is not to be bought nor sold; I care not a fig for your Silver and Gold, I pray you be Civil, and let go your hold.
Why, do you imagine I will be afraid Of such a course Coxcombly Country Blade? For should he come in and give me a cross word, I'le make him to taste of a piece of my Sword: For I am a Person of Noble Degree, Then prithee sweet Damsel be ruled by me, He dare not come in if he chance but to see That I am a Kissing and Courting of thee. Cot-zo, quoth the Maiden, pray who have we here! Or what is the cause that he should stand in fear? Before that the Maiden could say any more, Stout Robin himself he came in at the Door; To him the whole Story she did declare, The Londoner being amazed, did stare; He would have been hid, but he could not tell where, For he was catcht napping as Moss catcht his Mare. The point of your Sword Sir, you said I should taste, But first let me tell you, your shoulders i'le baste; With that he lent him a sturdy stout stroke, His Sword and his Noddle together he broke; Tho' I go in Leather, and you wear fine Close, I will have my ture-Love in spight of your Nose; And then he laid on, and redoubled his blows, Ten Guinnies to Robin the Plow-man he throws. Forbear honest Plow-man, for I do protest, What ever I said then it was but in jest; Then prithee Good-fellow, let's finish this strife, And take up those Guinnies and pardon my life: The weight of your blows I do heartily rue, Then prithee sweet Maiden, see what you can do, Perswade him and here is five Guinnies for you, To buy you a Gown and a Petticoat too. She took up the Gold and put it in her Purse, And running to Robin, said she, it is thus, He crying for pitty, now lay no more an, But let it appear you're a Merciful Man: Said Robin, begone then, and come no more here, Away he packt off, thus the Coast he did clear, He sent him away with a Flea in his Ear, This Plow-man he lives but in Sommerset-shire.
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Printed for J. Blare, at the Sign of the Looking-Glass, on LONDON-BRIDGE.