%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> VVavering NAT and kind SUSAN. / Nat it is unkind, quoth Susan, / That so strangely you do use one; / You did kindness once pretend, / And then I thought you were my Friend: / But now too late I plainly find, / You have had your will and prove unkind. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1671-1671 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/19/2011 31510

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R229112 2 The Protestants Prophesie UNKNOWN The Protestant's Prophecy the same Tune. UNKNOWN The Same Tune COme all you brave Sawyers and listen a while, / I'le tell you a Story will make you to smile; Alas now I find he's like Olivers Breed, / For he was far better to Hang then to Feed: Who Woo'd bonny Susan for a new Lac'd Cravat. [with variation] And cheated the Maid of a new Lac'd Cravat. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 4: 84 VVavering NAT and kind SUSAN. / Nat it is unkind, quoth Susan, / That so strangely you do use one; / You did kindness once pretend, / And then I thought you were my Friend: / But now too late I plainly find, / You have had your will and prove unkind. VVavering NAT and kind SUSAN. Nat it is unkind, quoth Susan, That so strangely you do use one; You did kindness once pretend, And then I thought you were my Friend: But now too late I plainly find, You have had your will and prove unkind. Wavering NAT and kind SUSAN. Nat it is unkind, quoth Susan, That so strangely you do use one; You did kindness once pretend, And then I thought you were my Friend: But now too late I plainly find, You have had your will and prove unkind. 1671-1671 J. Deacon

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COme all you brave Sawyers and listen a while, Ile tell you a Story will make you to smile; Of a lusty young Fellow whose name is calld Nat, Who Wood bonny Susan for a new Lacd Cravat. Come Round-headed Sawyers I find you are Wise And deceive pretty Maids like Satan disguisd; You flatter the Damosels for this and for that, And all you desire is a new Lacd Cravat.
But hold my dear Nat, if I should make haste, And you would not have me, my labour is waste: Ide make it so neatly if I knew but that, That you should be proud of your new Lacd Cravat. But now Susan sighs, he has got the Cravat, And makes her his Gossip, she is troubled at that, He left the poor Girl in a fretting Estate, Whilst he like a Cheater did wear the Cravat.
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Alas now I find hes like Olivers Breed, For he was far better to Hang then to Feed: The Fool askt for Money and knew not for what, And cheated the Maid of a new Lacd Cravat. And thus you may see you Wanton young Maids, How young men Dissemble, and Lasses Invades: You sneak like a Mouse thats afraid of a Cat, And let Cheating Sawyers to wear your Cravat. But now for the future be sure you be Wise, And let not false Young-men of you make a prize: Ner any thing give, except you know for what, Nor promise to make them a new Lacd Cravat. For many to Maidens most largely pretends, And nothing do aim at but just their own ends: Theyl promise you largely, and say this and that, But still they conclude with a new Lacd Cravat. How many poor Maidens such Young-men deceive, And afterwards slight them, which makes them to grieve Theyl get up their Bellys, and such things as that, And then theyl march off with their new Lacd Cravat. And when these poor Damosels that thus are beguild, Have lost their great Bellys, and brought forth a Child: To work then again they must go for the Brat, If a Boy tmust be drest in a bonny Cravat. Then take my advice and be ruled by me, All you pretty Maidens where ever you be: Let no man prevail for a bit for his Cat, Lest he marches off with your new Lacd Cravat. It grieves us poor Females when men prove unkind, And miss of the thing which they thought for to find: Their hearts are cast down, and their Spirits are flat, To lose a Sweet-heart and a new Lacd Cravat.
FINIS. Printed for J. Deacon, at the Sign of the Rainbow, near Davids-Inn in Holborn.