%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> JOANS Victory / Over her Fellow-Servants. / A Young-man that with many Maids does dwell, / Thought Joan the rest in beauty did excell; / Mall was too coy, Jenny was too bold, / Kate was too stale, and Nanny was a scold: / That he dislikes them all, and would with none / Be pleas'd, but with his fair and dearest Joan. 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 33177

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R227225 1 My own sweet Nichol a Cod. UNKNOWN My own sweet Nichol a Cod. I'Ve liv'd in this Town these 5 Years, / but never the Lass could find then here's a good Health to Joan. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 616 JOANS Victory / Over her Fellow-Servants. / A Young-man that with many Maids does dwell, / Thought Joan the rest in beauty did excell; / Mall was too coy, Jenny was too bold, / Kate was too stale, and Nanny was a scold: / That he dislikes them all, and would with none / Be pleas'd, but with his fair and dearest Joan. JOANS Victory Over her Fellow-Servants. A Young-man that with many Maids does dwell, Thought Joan the rest in beauty did excell; Mall was too coy, Jenny was too bold, Kate was too stale, and Nanny was a scold: That he dislikes them all, and would with none Be pleas’d, but with his fair and dearest Joan. JOAN'S Victory Over her Fellow Servants. A Young man that with many Maids does dwell, Thought Joan the rest in beauty did excel; Mall was too coy, Jenny was too bold, Kate was too stale, and Nanny was a scold: That he dislikes them all, and would with none Be pleased, but with his fair and dearest Joan. ?-? P. Brooksby

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IVe liv'd in this Town these 5 Years, but never the Lass could find That would prove so true a Lover, as constant and as kind: Now fortune has me befriended, at last to give me one; Whose true love I discover, then here's a good Health to Joan.
I once loved Kate and Jenny, and once I loved Mall; And then my love turned to Nancy, but now I dislike them all: For I have gotten a true love, whom I affect alone; 'Tis she best pleaseth my fancy, then here's a good health to Joan.
With Cate I'de a short encounter, because she was plaguy old, Her Letchery was so hasty, that my love soon grew cold: She proffered me Figgs of the best sort, but I told her I'de have none, cause the strenyth of her breath was so nasty but here's a good health to Joan. At length a wonderful kindness, as possible may be thought, Did pass betwixt me and Jenny, bur this was her only fault; She stradled so wide, and came on so fast. that she made me cry out, be gone, For I think the Devil is in you, then, etc. But then there was a secret Court there, betwixt our Mall and I; And she of her love was so tender, that I hated her Modesty: She was so much given to frowning, and killing glances prone; That on no terms she'd surrender, then here's a good health to Joan. At last I had a warm passion for Nanny my dear heart; But whenever her I courted, she was too brisk and smart: She'd gotten a Tongue with a tang in't, and a trick to herself alone; That she kick'd like a Colt when we sported then, etc. Then since i've gotten a sweet-heart, that is both loving and true; All old Fish i'le defie, and learn to deal with new: For I hate to imbrace a Carcass that's nothing but skin and bone; And has never a whit of beauty, then, etc. Since Jenny then was so forward, and impudent withal; I thought it fit to leave her, and my kindness to recall:
For I hate such buxome Lasses, they'l Cuckold me ten to one; 'Twas policy then to deceive her, then, etc. Nor will I fix my heart on those Maids that are too coy; For Moll she was so squemish, that she my love did cloy: Then give me the Lass that is loving, and not so scrupulous grown; For that is the Lass without blemish, then, etc. Nor i'le have no more of this scolding, which will but end my days; She is worse then a smoaky Kitchin, which always plagues your eyes. Her tongues the worst part about her, for it is always prone To chatting, and damming, and itching, then, etc. Now 'twould be a thing that's needless; to tell how I dearly love She that my heart has wounded, and does my passion move: She has none of those damnable errors to which most Maids are prone: On her vertues my love is grounded, then, etc. She's neither old nor mouldy, she's neither coy nor bold, Nor has she faults of Nancy, she's neither Shrow nor Scold: Then she is the Maid that i'le marry, she has none of these faults of her own, Therefore she best pleaseth my fancy, then here's a good health to Joan.
FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Gol- den-Ball, near the Hospital-gate, in West-smithfield.