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A Handful of Pleasant Delights/A proper Song, Intituled: Fain wold I haue a pretie thing to giue vnto my Ladie

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A proper Song, Intituled: Fain wold I haue a pretie thing to giue vnto my Ladie.

To the tune of lustie Gallant.

Fain would I haue a pretie thing,
to giue vnto my Ladie:
I name no thing, nor I meane no thing,
But as pretie a thing as may bee.

TWentie iorneyes would I make,
and twentie waies would hie me,
To make aduenture for her sake,
to set some matter by me:
But I would faine haue a pretie thing, &c,
I name nothing, nor I meane nothing, &c.

Some do long for pretie knackes,
and some for straunge deuices:
God send me that my Ladie lackes,
I care not what the price is,
thus faine, &c

Some goe here, and some goe there,
wheare gases be not geason:
And I goe gaping euery where,
but still come out of season.
Yet faine, &c.

I walke the towne, and tread the streete,
in euery corner seeking:
The pretie thinge I cannot meete,
thats for my Ladies liking.
Faine, &c.

The Mercers pull me going by,
the Silkie wiues say, what lacke ye?
The thing you haue not, then say I,
ye foolish fooles, go packe ye.
But fain &c.

It is not all the Silke in Cheape,
nor all the golden treasure:
Nor twentie Bushels on a heape,
can do my Ladie pleasure.
But faine, &c.

The Grauers of the golden showes,
with Iuelles do beset me.
The Shemsters in the shoppes that sowes,
they do nothing but let me;
But faine, &c.

But were it in the wit of man,
by any meanes to make it,
I could for Money buy it than,
and say, faire Lady, take it.
Thus, fain, &c.

O Lady, what a lucke is this:
that my good willing misseth:
To finde what pretie thing it is,
That my good Lady wisheth.

Thus fain wold I haue had this preti thing
to giue vnto my Ladie:
I said no harme, nor I ment no harme,
but as pretie a thing as may be.