Walking In A Meadowe Greene

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Walking in a meadowe greene, fayre flowers for to gather,
where primrose rankes did stand on bankes, to welcome comers thither,
I heard a voice which made a Noise, which caused me to attend it,
I heard a lass say to a Ladd, "once more & none can mend it."

They lay soe close together, they made me much to wonder;
I knew not which was wether, until I saw her under.
Then off he came, & blusht for shame soe soon that he had endit;
Yet still she lies, & to him cryes, "once more and none can mend it."

His looks were dull and verry sad, his courage shee had tamed;
Shee bad him play the lusty lad or else he quite was shamed;
"Then stiffly thrust, hee hit me just, ffear not, but freely spend it,
& play about at in & out; once more and none can mend it."

And then he thought to venter her, thinking the ffit was on him;                 Enter.
But when he came to enter her the poynt turnd back upon him.
Yet she said, "stay! goe not away although the point be bended!
But toot againe & hit the vaine! once more & none can Mend it."

Then in her Armes shee did him fold, & oftentimes shee kist him,
Yett still his courage was but cold, for all the good shee wisht him;
Yett with her hand she made it stand so stiffe she could not bend it,
& then anon she cryes, "come on, once more & none can mend it!"

"Adew, adew, sweet hart," quoth hee, "for in faith I must be gone."
"Nay, then you doe me wrong" quoth she, "to leave me thus alone."
Away he went when all was spent, wherat she was offended:
Like a Trojan true she made a vow shee wold have one shold mend it.

• Baltimore Consort / Merry Companions
  • The Art of the Bawdy Song  
    • I Gave Her Cakes and I Gave Her Ale  Time: 1:17
    • Taking His Beer With Old Anacharses  Time: 1:04
    • Fye, Nay, Prithee John  Time: 0:57
    • Cold and Raw  Time: 3:14
    • Miller's Daughter  Time: 1:12
    • Will Said to His Mammy  Time: 2:13
    • Old Fumbler  Time: 1:15
    • Walking in a Meadowe Greene  Time: 3:54
    • Celia Learning on the Spinnet  Time: 1:32
    • Tom the Taylor  Time: 1:03
    • My Lady's Coachman John  Time: 1:09
    • Irish Jig (The Night Ramble)  Time: 2:27
    • Come Sirrah Jacke Hoe  Time: 2:03
    • Dainty Fine Aniseed Water  Time: 1:05
    • Most Men Do Love the Spanish Wine  Time: 1:04
    • My Lady and Her Maid  Time: 0:48
    • As Roger Last Night to Jenny Lay Close    Time: 1:19
    • Pox on You  Time: 1:33
    • Ladie Lie Near Me  Time: 2:24
    • 'tis Women Makes Us Love  Time: 1:05
    • Sir Walter Enjoying His Damsel  Time: 1:02
    • My Thing Is My Own  Time: 3:53
    • Here Dwells a Pretty Maid  Time: 0:38
    • My Man John Had a Thing That Was Long    Time: 1:49
    • When First Amyntas Sued for a Kiss  Time: 2:49
    • More Palatino  Time: 2:57
    • Poor Owen  Time: 2:26
    • Where They Drank  Time: 0:33
    • Come, Come, Let Us Drink  Time: 1:34

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