Maiden's choice/The wake on the green
The WAKE on the GREEN.
YOu nymphs and shepherds that join in the throng,
Pray tarry a while on the bent of my song,
My story, tho' simple, 'tis true that I tell,
I hope it will please you all wonderful well.
I went t'other day to a wake on the green,
I met with a lass as fair as a queen,
I ask’d for a kiss, but the damsel cry'd no,
She struggl'd and frown’d, and said, pray let me go.
I tenderly cry'd, Phillis don’t be a Prude,
But still she reply'd, I'll cry out if you're rude,
The more that I press'd her the more she cry'd no,
She struggl'd and frown'd, and said, pray let me go.
I found no entreaty could make her comply,
When ever I touch'd her, 'twas, fie Colin, fie,
So I sent for a Parson and made her my wife,
And now I am welcome to kiss her for life.
Come all you young damsels take warning by this,
Take care how too freely you part with a kiss,
Conceal for a time all the favours you can,
For that's the best way to make sure of your man.