%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> You'l never get her up, / Or, Love in a Tree. / Being a pleasant new Song, shewing how a Maid was got with Child, without lying / with a Man. 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 03/18/2016 34753

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R227504 1 Buggering Oats, Prepare Thy Neck Buggering Oates, Prepare Thy Neck Buggering Oats, Prepare Thy Neck A Week ago as I did walk / When it was almost twilight Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 314 You'l never get her up, / Or, Love in a Tree. / Being a pleasant new Song, shewing how a Maid was got with Child, without lying / with a Man. You’l never get her up, Or, Love in a Tree. Being a pleasant new Song, shewing how a Maid was got with Child, without lying with a Man. You'll never get her up, Or, Love in a Tree. Being a pleasant new Song, showing how a Maid was got with Child, without lying with a Man. ?-? P. Brooksby

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A Week ago as I did walk When it was almost twilight Near to the Cage in St. Jameses Park, Appeared to my ey-sight, I their espy'd a Souldier gay That was both brisk and airy, But could not tell by any way What might his business there be. When I came nearer I perceiv'd He had a Wench before him He shu'vd her up against a Tree As if that he was boring: I staid a while and laugh'd at For I had got a cup Sir, And cry'd pray turn her face about Or you'l nere get her up Sir.
The Souldier then replyed to me, Is it so strange an Object To see a Souldier at his Post Beget the King a Subject, He handled then his Arms so well, And called me incompoop too: And said i'le neither turn her round, Nor strive to get her up soe. With that his match he bravely cock'd Presented and gave Fire, She opened to the right and left Disdaining to retire, The Bullets they did fly about And boldly he did venter, He with consent of both the sides The Sally Port did enter.
At every motion of his Breast The Bandeleirs did rattle, And every toss went too and fro Did represent a Battle, The Bird-Cage it was hard at hand And every Bird did chatter, The Crane, the Vulture, and the Crow Cry'd Souldier now have at her. The Soldier he did win the Field His Sword he so well handed, He had much ado to make her yield That he should be disbanded, And now the loving Combats o're No longer she could tarry, And she went off with all the Spoil I with her nere miscarry. But in short time this handsome Maid Her Belly swell'd up higher And she did seriously affirm No Man lay, with or by her, Therefore the neighbours all conclude Some wanton Fellow by night Had stol'n away her Maiden-head When she did sleep at twilight.
Her Mistress sometimes call'd her Whore, And said she'd not believe her, The skilful Doctors all conclude A Tympany did grieve her, But then the Soldier came again To have the other round bout By what he speak in merry mood The Riddle all was found out. The Maid brought forth a pretty Youth As ever eye did see joy, And all the Neighbours there in truth Call it the Green-wood Tree Boy, You Maidens that are kind and free Walk to the Park by twilight. And take a Touch oth Green-wood Tree 'Tis good to clear your eyesight. Let this to youngmen warning be For they do often wild goe. How they help Maids to climb the Tree, For fear they do with Child go Though you ith Gravey Gap will play And take thereof a sup Sir, Yet turn her Face the other way Or you'l nere get her up Sir.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-Corner.