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A COUNTRY NEW JIG
10 THou shalt haue thy Caudles,
before thou dost arise: For churlishnesse breeds sicknesse
and danger therein lies. Young lasses must be cherisht
with sweets that dainty be, Farre sweeter then the honey
that commeth from the Bee.
11 Well said good Son and Daughter,
this is the onely dyet To please a dainty young wife,
and keepe the house in quiet. But stay, here comes your father,
his words I hope will be More sweeter then the blossomes
that bloome vpon the tree.
12 Why how now daughter Susan
doe you intend to marry ? Maydens in the old time
did twenty winters tarry. Now in the teenes no sooner
but you a wife will be And loose the sweetest blossome
that bloomes vpon thy tree.
13 It is for my preferment
good father say not nay, For I haue found a husband kinde
and louing euery way: That still vnto my fancy
will euermore agree, Which is more sweet then honey
that comes from the Bee. 136