%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> I do as I will with my / SWAIN. 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 08/17/2021 36867

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R229208 I Do as I will with my Swain, / He never once thinks I am wrong, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 48 I do as I will with my / SWAIN. I do as I will with my SWAIN. ?-?

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I Do as I will with my Swain, He never once thinks I am wrong, He likes none so well on the plain, I please him so much with my song. A song is the Shepherd's delight, He hears me with joy all the day: He's sorry when comes the dull night, That hastens the end of my lay. With spleen and with care not opprest, He ask'd me to sooth him the while, My voice set his mind all at rest, And the shepherd wou'd instantly smile Since when, or in mead or in grove, By his flocks or the clear river's side, I sing my best songs to my love, And to charm him is grown all my pride. No beauty had I to endear, No treasures of nature or art, But my voice that had gain'd on his ear, Soon found out the way to his heart: To try if that voice wou'd not please, He took me to join the gay throng, I won the rich prize all with ease, And my fame's gone abroad with my song. But let me not jealousy raise, I wish to enchant but my swain? Enough then for me is his praise, I sing for him the lov'd strain; When youth, wealth, and beauty may fail, And your shepherds elude all your skill, Your sweetness and song may prevail, And gain all your swains to your will.