%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Country Miss new come in Fashion; / OR, / A farewel to the Pockifi'd Town-Miss. / A Country Girl in a Paragon Gown, / That never yet knew the tricks of the town; / Did lately delude a taring Gallant, / Who just such an innocent Virgin did want; / and since he's enjoy'd her I heard him protest / That of all other Misses she pleased him best. 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 07/12/2021 37720

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R171560 1 The mock Tune to the French Rant [unknown] The Mock Tune to the French Rant GIve me the Lass that's true Country bred, / With paragon gown, straw Hat on her head; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 100 The Country Miss new come in Fashion; / OR, / A farewel to the Pockifi'd Town-Miss. / A Country Girl in a Paragon Gown, / That never yet knew the tricks of the town; / Did lately delude a taring Gallant, / Who just such an innocent Virgin did want; / and since he's enjoy'd her I heard him protest / That of all other Misses she pleased him best. The Country Miss new come in Fashion; OR, A farewell to the Pockified Town Miss. A Country Girl in a Paragon Gown, That never yet knew the tricks of the town; Did lately delude a taring Gallant, Who just such an innocent Virgin did want; and since he's enjoyed her I heard him protest That of all other Misses she pleased him best. ?-? E. Oliver

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GIve me the Lass that's true Country bred, With paragon gown, straw Hat on her head; Feeding upon good Bacon and Beans, But never knew what jilting means. What though her skin be tawny and course, Flocks she lyes on, she'l kiss ne'r the worse; Clap she ne'r had like Miss of the Town, That's painted and patcht, and lyes up and down. What though her speech be simple and plain, She knows not what flattering complements mean; If bawdy you speak, she blushes & smiles, Such innocent charms stead of beauty beguiles.
Free from distempers in every part, Whereever she likes she loves from her heart, She's not for a minute like those of the Trade, For pleasing enjoyment for ever she's made. She has not the trick of forcing delight, But acts with like pleasures each day & each night Each moment she's dying, so hot is her fire, And never does kiss but with perfect desire. So sound is her Nature, she's alwaies in health, Her kisses are sweet which she gives me by stealth When e're I am dull, and sit sighing alone, She'l sing me a song of young Tommy and Jone.
The hair of her head is as black as a Crow, She's very well shap'd, not too high nor too low; All parts are inviting in e'ry degree, Especially those we are forbidden to see. My Nanny and I (for that is her name) So equally manage now each others flame, That neither's deceiv'd, nor can ever be cloy'd, But both alike brisk after pleasure's enjoy'd. Our Misses o'th' Town act contrariwise, They ne'r take delight but in hopes of a prize; Their desire is pall'd before they begin, Because they each day make a Trade of their Sin. Their blood is corrupted, their bodies are fowl, They swear loud enough to damn body and soul; They clap all their Cullies, and their pockets pick, And send the young fop home for a while to be sick. With a doze of rare Pills, & some other fine slaps They keep 'emselves under the notion of Claps, Which else would arrive to the bridge of the nose, But that they prevent by a Turpentine doze. My Nanny and I are free from disease, We ne'r are in danger let's do what we please; We hugg and we kiss, we sport and we play, And for pleasures we study to find a new way.
What though her country Tones does seem rude, And cannot with eloquence others delude, 'Tis no matter for that, she has won my heart so, I shall love her for ever for a trick that I know. Beyond all expressing she sweetens our joys, And doubtless she's full of fine Girls and fine boys She's kind and she's true & so constant does prove, She ne'r will admit any Rival in Love. The Butterflye Miss may scoff if she will, And swear that my Country Nanny wants skill: To sport and to kiss, but i'le vow she's deceiv'd, She has judgement enough if I may be believ'd. Such harmless embraces would ravish ones soul, Though old age and envy stand by to controul: Her kisses a man almost dead will revive, No better are had from no woman alive. All that I have said of my Nanny is true, And more she deserves if I gave her her due, But this shall suffice, and my labour i'le save, Left you all fall a longing for what you can, I have
FINIS. Printed for E. Oliver, at the Golden Key on Snow- hill, over-a-gainst St. Sepulchres-Church, neer the Sarazens-head. Where any Chap-men may be furnished with all sorts of Books and Ballads.