The TINKER and FARMER’S Daughter
THERE was a wealthy farmer,
liv’d in the fouth country,
Who had an only daughter,
of visage fair and free.
She was the greatest beauty,
that ever I did see,
And many a gallant suitor came,
to bear her company.
A noble Lord as I heard tell,
her beauty he did prize:
And for to gain her maiden-head,
himself he did disguise;
Both night and day as I heard say,
this maid was in his eyes;
That he could ne’er contented be,
until he gain’d the prize.
Thus like a joyial Tinker,
of courage bold and crowse;
And to take up his quarters;
came to the fanner’s house;
Saying; have ye any pots or pans;
or candlesticks to mend;
Or have ye any quarters
for me a single man.
They gave this young man quarters;
of him did dread no harm;
And for to make the Tinkers bed
