%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / West-Country Maids advice; / Here is a Song I send to you, / fair Maidens every one; / And you may say that it is true, / when I am dead and gone. Bowne, Tobias University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/23/2014 33096

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R227470 1 Hey Boys, up go we. Hey, Boys, Up Go We Hey Boys, up go we. FAir Maids draw near to me a while / and I'le my mind declare, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 372 THE / West-Country Maids advice; / Here is a Song I send to you, / fair Maidens every one; / And you may say that it is true, / when I am dead and gone. THE West-Country Maids advice; Here is a Song I send to you, fair Maidens every one; And you may say that it is true, when I am dead and gone. THE West Country Maid's advice; Here is a Song I send to you, fair Maidens every one; And you may say that it is true, when I am dead and gone. Bowne, Tobias ?-? P. Brooksby

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FAir Maids draw near to me a while and I'le my mind declare, This song I hope will make you smile, when once you do it hear: For young-men are so fickle grown, and false in every way, Their whole delight is day and night, fair Maids for to betray. Thus I would have fair Maidens all, for to be Rul'd by me, Although your portions be but small, to them do not agree:
For if a husband once you you get, that should be cross to thee, You'l then repent that e're you went to Church to Married be. Therefore keep close your Maiden-head, which now you have in store, For if you once should be misled, you'l not enjoy it more: And then such troubles comes apace, as you ne'r thought upon, And this will be your woful case, by taking of a man.
There was a Maid which well I knew, was lately made a Bride, Her Father gave her goods, 'tis true, she a Portion had beside; Yet this poor Lass did meet an Ass, would always scold and brawl, The other day he ran away, and left Wife, Child, and all. Therefore observe young Maidens all, take heed how you do wed, For you may quickly take a fall, and bring a Knave to bed: For Young-men are so fickle grown, as I have here exprest, It's good to let them all alone, a single life is best. I say, by chance that you may meet, a young-man that is true, Then you may count your Fortune great, because there are so few: Not one in ten, amongst young-men, is true I do protest, I'le keep my self as I have been, a singe life is best.
Why should a Maid confined be, to any man alive, You shall have Snaps and Flouts you'l find when once you'r made a Wife: For husbands are so Hoggish grown, there Wives shall take no rest, Therefore let all young-men alone, a single life is best. And now I have declar'd my mind, I hope you'l not me blame, For to a Woman I am kind, and Toby is my name; And I do live in Devon-Shire, to many 'tis well known, I wish all Maids that do me hear, besure to hold their own. And so I do conclude and end, having no more to say, Pray take the Author for your friend, and for this Ballad pay: A penny is the price of it, you'l say it is not dear, And say it is a Ballad true, came out of Devon-Shire.
FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, near the Hospital-gate, in West-Smithfield