%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The willy, witty, neat, and pritty, Damsell: / VVhich to a Souldier often made this answer, / I dare not doe more nor the back of your hand Sir, University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1649-1649 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/16/2018 36031

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R227917 2 The Oyle of Barly Stingo; Oil of Barley; Cold and Raw The Oil of Barley To the same Tune Stingo; Oil of Barley; Cold and Raw To the Same Tune NOt long agone, / Walking a[l]one, A Souldiers wife / Lives a merry life. Which she deni'd, / And thus repli'd, / Being ready with her answer, / Forbeare to woe, / For I dare not doe, / No more nor the back of your hand (Sir. Which she denied, / And thus replied / Being ready with his answer, / Forbare to woe, / For I dare not doe, / No more nor the back of your hand (Sir. [with variation] Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 40 The willy, witty, neat, and pritty, Damsell: / VVhich to a Souldier often made this answer, / I dare not doe more nor the back of your hand Sir, The willy, witty, neat, and pretty, Damsel: Which to a Soldier often made this answer, I dare not doe more nor the back of your hand Sir, Printer Iohn Hammond 1649-1649

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NOt long agone, Walking a[l]one, Abroad to take the aire, Under a shaid, I spyd a Maid, Both beautifull and faire S[?]e[?]th[?]a[?]t quoth I, In courticy, To make me somthing boulder, Exchange a kisse, And do not misse, With me that am a Souldier, Which she deni'd, And thus repli'd, Being ready with her answer, Forbeare to woe, For I dare not doe, No more nor the back of your hand Sir. What is the cause My bony Lasse, That thou shouldst now deny mee I in my Love Will constant prove, If thou'lt be pleas'd to try mee Then about the wast, I her embrast, And in plaine termes I told her, I would her beed, And also weed, If she would love a Souldier, Which she deni'd etc. Ile give thee Rings, And costly things, Fine braslets of rich amber, If that my will, Thou wilt fullfill,
And walke into my chamber, There may we prove. The tricks of Love, And I shall be more bolder, When as I see, Thou wilt agree, To Love a valiant Souldier, Which she, etc. Ile deck thee brave And thou shalt have, Bo[t]h danty faire and clothing, My love to thee, Shall be so free, Ile let thee want for nothing, In garments gay, Each holy day, Thou shalt both pearle & Gold were Like Loves faire Queene, Thou shall be seene, If thou wilt wed a Souldier, Which she etc. A Bever hat, Be sure of that, Ile for a faring give thee, A Silken gowne, With Lace lade downe, Sweetheart thou maist believe me Warme Muffes, new Ruffes, Bone lece and Cuffes, Most gorgious to behold sure, If thouls love mee, As ice love thee, Belive me as Souldier, Which she etc.
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A Souldiers wife Lives a merry life. And 'tis a type of honour, In every place, To have the grace, Of Mistris put upon her. Which honour brave, Thyselfe shall have, Then prethy Love be bolder, Be not so coy, Let me injoy, Thy love and be a Souldier, Which she denied, And thus replied Being ready with his answer, Forbare to woe, For I dare not doe, No more nor the back of your hand Sir. If I puoth she, Should weed with thee, We both might faile in carrage, My age is greene, I'me scarce fifteene, a little to young for marrage, Without delay, I meane to stay, Tell I am somthing older, I find as yet, I am unfit, To meddle with a Souldier, Therefore away. etc, There are young men, Both now and then, Whose wits are very nimble, They'le cog they'le lie, They'le falcyfie, They'le flatter and desemble, Untell they have. What they do crave, And afterwards they care not, Therefore be still, I'ft be your will, To trust you Sir I dare not, Forbeare quoth she, I pray let be, Take this word for an answer, Although you woe I will not doe, No more nor the back of your hand Sir.
I in some part: Could find in heart, To leave for thee my dear, My maden-head, Which I have kept, Almost this fifteene yeare, But if with shame, Yould staine my name, It would be my undoing Wherefore kind Sir, I pray stand farre, And leave your desprat wo[?] Pish fie be gone, Let me alone, Take this word for an answe[r] Forbeare to woe, For I dare not doe, No more nor the back of your hand [Sir.] I knew a Maid, That wat betraid, Her name was pritty Nelly, A young man staid, And with her plaid, Till he got up her belly, Which being done, Away he rune, He being but a stranger, Which makes me say, As well I may, Much trusting breeds much danger Therefore etc. When I had beene, So long and seene, This Damsells disposion, We both departed, Merry hearted, She having made condision, For me to stay, Untell the day, That I returne from Gloster, To end all strife, Shee'le be my wife, She sayes whatere it cost her, And thus the jeast, I have exprect, etc.
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