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ENGLISH SONG AND BALLAD MUSIC.
At the fair t'other day,
As she pass'd by me, She look'd another way,
And would not spy me. I woo'd her for to dine,
But could not get her ; Dick had her to the Vine,
He might intreat her. With Daniel she did dance, On me she would not glance; Oh, thrice unhappy chance! Phillida flouts me.
Fair maid, be not so coy,
Do not disdain me ; I am my mother's joy;
Sweet, entertain me. I shall have, when she dies,
All things that's fitting; Her poultry and her'bees,
And her goose sitting; A pair of mattrass beds, A barrel full of shreds: And yet, for all these goods, Phillida flouts me.
I often heard her say,
That she lov'd posies; In the last month of May
I gave her roses, Cowslips and gilly-flowers,
And the sweet lily, I got to deck the bow'rs
Of my dear Philly. She did them all disdain, And threw them back again ; Therefore 'tis flat and plain
Phillida flouts me.
Thou shalt eat curds ond cream
All the year lasting, And drink the crystal stream,
Pleasant in tasting: Swig whey until you burst,
Eat bramble-berries,
Pye-lid, and pastry-crust,
Pears, plums, and cherries; Thy garments shall be thin, Made of a wether's skin ; Yet all's not worth a pin :
Phillida flouts me.
Which way soe'er I go,
She still torments me; And, whatsoe'er I do,
Nothing contents me: I fade^ and pine away
With grief and sorrow; I fall quite to decay,
Like any shadow; I shall be dead, I fear, Within a thousand year, And all because my dear
Phillida flouts me.
Fair maiden, have a care,
And in time take me; I can have those as fair,
If you forsake me; There's Doll, the dairy-maid,
Smil'd on me lately, And wanton Winifred
Favours me greatly; One throws milk on my clothes, T'other plays with my nose; What pretty toys are those ! Phillida flouts me.
She has a cloth of mine,
Wrought with blue Coventry, Which she keeps as a sign
Of my fidelity: But if she frowns on me,
She shall ne'er wear it; I'll give it my maid Joan,
And she shall tear it. Since 'twill no better be,' I'll bear it patiently; Yet, all the world may see,
Phillida flouts me.
LADY, LIB NEAR ME.
This ballad is entitled " The longing Shepherdess, or Lady" [Laddy] " lie near me." Copies are in the Pepys Collection, iii., 59, and Douce, p. 119, &c. It is also in the list of ballads that were printed by "VV. Thackeray, at the Angel, in Duck Lane.
The tune (which bears a strong resemblance to Phillida flouts me) is in The Dancing Master, from the first edition in 1650, to the eighth in 1690.