%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A new mery balad of a maid that wold mary / wyth a seruyng man Emley, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1557-1557 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/18/2018 36279

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S91826 NOwe prudentlie to ponder prouerbes of olde, / How that seldome or when commeth the better, Therfore let al my friendes saye what they can, / I wyl haue to my husbande a seruing man. [with variation] Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 19 A new mery balad of a maid that wold mary / wyth a seruyng man A new merry ballad of a maid that would marry with a serving man Emley, Thomas Printer Jhon Waley 1557-1557

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NOwe prudentlie to ponder proverbes of olde, How that seldome or when commeth the better, Wyth divers other tales as I have herd tolde That the nigher the bone, the fleshe is much sweter, Thus a lover of late sente me his letter Therfore let al my friendes saye what they can, I wyl have to my husbande a serving man. The syght of serving men doth my herte good When I them beholde, and wot ye well why Bicause they be lustie and ful of yonge bloude Stronge and nymble, and very quicke of eye Clene, brave in apparel, and made properlye, Wherfore let father and mother saye what they can, I wyl have to my husband a serving man. My father and mother geveth me exhortacion That if ever their good wylles I wyl have To take a man of some good occupacion, Or els some ryche farmoures sonne, substaunce to save Thus upon me dayly they do crave, But let them bothe saye what they can, I wyl have to my husbande a serving man. Servinge men that be gentle and wyce Can lacke no service, nor livyng at all, Though one of an hundred suche be geven to vyce Shuld the residue of them be hated all, No by saint marie, come of it what shall And let my friendes do and saye what they can, I wyl have to my husbande a serving man. Servyng men honeste, are greatly commended Of Lordes and Ladies, and of gentelmen fyne, Though loutes with serving men be offended Yet wyl not I from their company declyne, For I trust and hope one of them to be myne Let my friendes do and saye what they can, I wyl have to my husband a servyng man. Serving men ever be jocunde and mery Whether they have litle or muche in their purse, And of good companie they are never wearie And a woman they love as a childe dothe the nurse, One serving man I knowe that loveth me no worse Wherfore let all my friendes saye what they can, I wyl have to my husbande a servinge man. Serving men finelie can colly and kysse, Serving men featlie can maidens imbrace, Fewe suche serving men of their purpose can mysse Bicause of audacite, beautie or grace, And in some of them all three taketh place Wherfore let my friendes saye what they can, I wyll have the swete, loving, kynde serving man. Oh Lorde, how the herte in my bealie doth hoppe When I here that serving men be come to towne, Streight some resortes to my mistres shoppe There merelie talking, by me sitting downe, Of lovers fame they maye well weare the crowne,
Wherfore let all the worlde saie what they can, I wyll have to my husband a servinge man. What yonge men eyther in towne or citie With them in daliaunce maie compare In entertainement they be excellent wittie, God geve them longe lyfe and well to fare Thoughe my chaunce be to live in carpe and care As my friendes saye, yet if that I can, I wyl have to my husband a serving man. Shulde I marie with a boye, a loute, or a slymme A dawcocke, an asse, a toyle or a jacke, That wyll not let me go tricke nor trimme Nor yet he hym selfe, but lyke one in a sacke, And that with al mirth & solace wyl grudge & find lacke I wyll no suche dranes, say my friendes what they can, But I wyll marrie with the merie good serving man. A man is manlie, and to a woman comfortable, But a churle or a nygarde is to women greate wooe A serving man beinge grome, or but page in the stable With meate to his maisters owne borde maye go When ten times his betters may not do so, And manie times be thrieftie, to prove this I can, Wherfore shuld I not marie with a serving man. Some men growe ryche, although they do spend And some men waxe pore thoughe they do spare Then why may not a serving man to riches assend As well in their myrthe, as some with their care The world now a daies goth round and square, Wherfore I wyl do the best that I can, To have to my husbande a servyng man. My mistres liveth a merye lyfe, As most women doth for her degree, Although a serving man hath her to wyfe And whie may not I do so as well as she, No men on earth do better please me, Ryche or unriche, saye all what you can, I wyll have to my husbande a servynge man. And tyll that daye douteles be come and gone That I quickely be maried to my true love, My fleshe wyll pine awaye even to the bone Bicause my herte from hym wyll not remove, Fare well swete serving men by god above And for my sake all you that tipple pot or canne, Drynke freely to the merie good serving man.
Finis, quod Thomas Emley. Imprinted at London in foster lane, by Jhon Waley.