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R228241 1 To a pleasant New Court Tune. My Young Mary To a pleasant New Court Tune. MY young Mary do's mind the Dairy, / while I go a Howing, and Mowing each Morn; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 858 The Happy Husbandman: / OR, / Country Innocence. The Happy Husbandsman: OR, Country Innocence. The Happy Husbandman: OR, Country Innocence. 1685-1685 P. Brooksby

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MY young Mary do's mind the Dairy, while I go a Howing, and Mowing each Morn; Then hey the little Spinning-Wheel Merrily round do's Reel while I am singing amidst the Corn: Cream and Kisses both are my Delight, She gives me them, and the Joys of Night; She's soft as the Air, As Morning fair, Is not such a Maid a most pleasing sight? While I whistle, she from the Thistle does gather Down for to make us a Bed, And then my little Love does lie All the Night long, and dye in the kind Arms of her nown dear Ned;
There I taste of a delicate Spring, But I mun not tell you, nor name the thing, To put you a Wishing, And think of Kissing, For Kisses cause sighs, and young Men shou'd sing. Sedge and Rushes, and tops of Bushes shall thatch our Roof, and shall strow all our Floar, And then the pritty Nightingales Will fly from Groves and Dales to live with us, and we'll ne'er be Poor: Little Lambkins whenever they dye Will bequeath new Blankets to thee and I, Our Quilts shall be Roses Which June disposes: So warm and so sweet my young Love shall lie.
Fountains pure shall be thy Ewer to sprinkle Water upon thy fair Face; And near the little Flock shall play All the long Summer's Day; gentle white Lambs will adorn the Place. Then at Night we'll hie home to our Hive, And (like Bees) enjoy all the sweets alive: We'll tast all Love's Treasure, And enjoy that Pleasure, While others for Fame and for Greatness strive. No Man's Frowns are on the Downs, for truly there we most freely may sing, And kiss the pretty Nancies, While Changes and Chances amuse all the Great, and Disturbance bring. We will with our young Lambs go to Bed, And observe the Lives that our Fathers led; We'll mind not Ambition, Nor sow Sedition, And leave State-Affairs to the State-man's Head. Oaten Reeds (those humble Weeds) shall be the Pipes upon which we will play, And on the merry Mountain, Or else by a Fountain, we'll merrily pass the sweet time away: Sure no Mortal can blame us for this. And now mark the way of your London Miss, She masters your Breeches, And takes your Riches, While we have more Joys by a harmless Kiss. No Youth here need Willow wear, no beauteous Maid will her Lover destroy: The gentle little Lass will yield In the soft Daizy Field, freely our Pleasures we here enjoy: No great Juno we boldly defie, With young Cloris Cheeks, or fair Celias Eye; We let all those things alone, And enjoy our own, Every Night with our Beauties lie.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-Ball in Pye-corner.