%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A mock-Song: Or, Love and no love. / The young-man with this Maid would fain be doing, / And very earnest was with her in wooing; / But the Maiden she was very cunningly witted, / I think no young-man never was better fitted. 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 03/13/2016 34631

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R227307 ALL in the Evening as I walked / in the fields to take the ayr; Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 189 A mock-Song: Or, Love and no love. / The young-man with this Maid would fain be doing, / And very earnest was with her in wooing; / But the Maiden she was very cunningly witted, / I think no young-man never was better fitted. A mock-Song: Or, Love and no love. The young-man with this Maid would fain be doing, And very earnest was with her in wooing; But the Maiden she was very cunningly witted, I think no young-man never was better fitted. A mock Song: Or, Love and no love. The young man with this Maid would fain be doing, And very earnest was with her in wooing; But the Maiden she was very cunningly witted, I think no young man never was better fitted. ?-? P. Brooksby

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ALL in the Evening as I walked in the fields to take the ayr; I spyed two Lovers there a talking, under a pleasant shady Bower; The young-man said sweet-heart dost love me, For I vow now I am come to prove thee, if thou will be true and constant, And grant me love for love again, For I swear my heart with love is slain. Maid. Indeed good Sir you do but flatter, your complements cost you no money; I'de have you rest yourself contented, for all you call me love and honey: For a Maiden she had need be careful, And of young-mens promises to be fearful; they'r given so much to dissemble; And tell a Maiden a hundred lyes, as many as there is stars i'th skies.
Man. Alas fair Maiden your mistaken, i'le be as true as I do say: And take these Gloves now in a love token, and let us dally a while today. The time is pleasant, let's be doing, As a remembrance of our amorous wooing; and be so civil to my question; If thou and I can but agree, I take much delight in thy company. Maid. O Sir I see what your intent is, your a pretty man I understand; To bring a Maiden to destruction, if she could be by you trappan'd: but hold you, for tho' your tongue runs nimble Some men they can lye and dessemble; so cunningly that he can wooe: To bring a Maiden to their Bow, But I am not one that will do so.
Besides your nose Sir is so messel, you spend what should maintain a Wife, That is a sign that you will baffle, you make her weary of her life: Besides your countenance looks sour, That you can both lout, pout and lour, out of a Crab-tree you was bred; Your Vinegar face makes me afraid, I'de better in my grave be laid. Man. O prethee Maiden be contented, I have gold to make amends for all; For want of beauty i'le show more fancy, thou have thy servants at thy call: Besides i'le be so loving to thee, Because I can small beauty show thee, what in my heart shall not be wanting: If thou will yield thy love to me, That we in love may both agree. Maid. Indeed Sir you I cannot fancy, that's not the thing I stand upon; If I have a man he be neat and handsome, take your answer now Sir, and be gone: For a Frying-pan face shall not me intangle, Ile keep out of false Cupids angle, nor no golden baits shall fetter me: I live well enough if I can see, For a single life to a Maid is free.
Man. Why then fair Maiden I must leave thee, God send thee a husband to thy delight, I am sorry my Crab-tree face doth grieve thee, a fairer may chance to have more deceit. All is not gold that now doth glister, Nor all not lead that doth look rusty: the Tryal of a man is all, If thou canst not love me another shall, You may chance to leap and get a fall. Maid. I wish you Sir once more to hear me, I have a word more for to say; If I should yeild and you deceive me, I might repent it another day; Therefore i'le not be ty'd in Marriage, But live a Maid in a civil carriage, a single life I hold it pleasant; For a woman to go whether she please, She's free to work, or take her ease. And so i'de wish you to be jogging, and take your fortune where you can; Many Maids has believed young-mens coging and by that means has been undone. For as long as a Maid she can live single, And keep out of Cupids tangle; she's free from sorrow, care, and strife; Before many a man that has a Wife, And lives a pleasant happy life.
Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, neer the Hospital-gate, in West-smith-field