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EBBA 30213

British Library - Roxburghe
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The Praise of a pretty Lasse:
OR,
The Young mans dissimulation:
Else hee would not disgrace
A Maiden in such fashion,
To the tune of, Banks Game.

YOung men and Maidens, to you Ile declare,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
Yet to no Goddesse will I her compare,
And yet she is pretty indifferent faire;
With o my Love o, there is none doth know
how I doe love thee.

She is not blacke, nor yet is she browne,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
But to her Portion, she hath thirty pound,
Besides all this, she hath an old blacke Gowne:
O my love o, theres none etc.

She is not great, nor yet very small,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
Shes a yard and a halfe in the waste, that is all,
Her flesh will preserve her hard bones from a fall:
O my Love o, etc.

Her Haire is as blacke as is any Crow,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
Her good conditions theres no man doth know,
For she never came where as any did grow:
O my Love o, etc.

She hath a Nose in the middst of her face,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
And that standeth bravely unto her owne grace,
I dare say a better nere stood in that place:
O my Love o, there is none doth know
how I doe love thee.

Her Cheekes are fat, and faire for to see,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
They with her Eyes wondrous well doe agree,
She is a brave bonny Lasse lovely and free:
O my Love o, theres none doth know
how I doe love thee.

She hath soft Lips, and sound ones they are,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
You may kisse your fill, and neede not to spare,
For there is no danger of wearing thrid-bare:
O my Love o, etc.

She hath a Chin, and a chopping one,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
She might spare half ont for her that hath none;
But now her long Chin, I will let that alone:
O my Love o, theres none etc.

Her Necke doth shine like a Chimney stocke,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
When she her Casket of Pleasures unlocke,
I am caught as the Milier did catch his Mare Brock:
O my Love o, etc.

Her downy Breasts are swingers indeed,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
She may carry them on her shoulders for need,
O shes a brave Lasse we want more of her breed;
With o my Love o, there is none doth know
how I doe love thee.

The second Part, To the same tune.

HEr shoulders I think, they are a whole yard square,
I love my Love & shee loveth me:
Sheel beare out her labour, you need not to fear,
Give me such a Lasse that is able to beare.
O my love O, there is none doth know
How I doe love thee.

Likewise she hath good lusty strong Armes,
I love my love and shee loveth me:
They are able to defend her body from harms,
To set forth her praises it me much concernes,
O my love O, there is none etc.

Her hand like a shoulder of Mutton appesres,
I love my Love and shee loveth me:
But I would not have her fiie about mine ears,
Tincounter my love ther is no Lasse that dares,
O my love O, there is none etc.

She hath strong post legs her body to beare,
I love my Love, and shee loveth me:
She need dread no falling, that she doth not feare
But if that you throw her, sheel show you a Beare
O my love O, there is none etc.

Her fine daintie Foot is of the fourteens,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
And I can tell you that completely it seemes,
I must speak her praises, cause love is betweens,
O my love O, there is none etc.

If I should marry with one that were proud,
I love my Love and she loveth me:
Shee would desire more then can wel be alowd,
From such haughty creatures my selfe I will shrowd,
O my love O, there is none etc.

And if I should marry with one that is faire,
I love my Love, and shee loveth me:
Perhaps Cornuting might fall to my share,
And so she might work me unto much dispare,
O my love O, there is none doth know
how I doe love thee.

And if I should chance to wed one that is small,
I love my Love, and shee loveth me:
Then shee is not able to doe ought at all,
And yet sheel be apt to scold and to brall,
O my love O, there is none etc.

If I should chance for to marry a scold,
I love my Love, and shee loveth me:
Then I must alwayes by her be controld,
And then my libertie would be quite sold,
O my love O, there is none etc.

Well, I my choise of the first meane to keepe,
I love my Love, and shee loveth me:
For shee will be quiet when she is asleepe,
And our affections are setled deepe:
O my love O, there is none etc.

Thus to conclude, you that heare my Song,
I love my Love, and she loveth me:
When I am wedded Ile praise my wives tong,
But then it never shall doe me once wrong.
With O my Love o, there is none doth know
How I doe love thee.


Printed at London by M.P. for F. Grove,
neere the Sarazens Head with-
out New-gate.

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