TUESDAY;
OR THE
DITTY.
MARIAN.
OUNG Colin Clout, a lad of peerless meed,
Full well could dance, and deftly tune the reed:
In ev'ry wood his carrols sweet were known,
At every wake his nimble feats were shown.
When in the ring the rustick louts he threw, 5
The damsels pleasures with his conquests grew;
Or when aslant the cudgel threats his head,
His danger smites the breast of ev'ry maid,
But chief of Marian. Marian lov'd the swain,
The parson's maid, and neatest of the plain. 10
Marian that soft could stroak the udder'd cow,
Or lessen with her sieve the barley mow;
Marbled with sage the hard'ning cheese she press'd,
And yellow butter Marian's skill confess'd;
But Marian now devoid of country cares,
Nor yellow butter nor sage cheese prepares; 51
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OUNG Colin Clout, a lad of peerless meed, Full well could dance, and deftly tune the reed:
In ev'ry wood his carrols sweet were known,
At every wake his nimble feats were shown.
When in the ring the rustick louts he threw, 5
The damsels pleasures with his conquests grew;
Or when aslant the cudgel threats his head,
His danger smites the breast of ev'ry maid,
But chief of Marian. Marian lov'd the swain,
The parson's maid, and neatest of the plain. 10
Marian that soft could stroak the udder'd cow,
Or lessen with her sieve the barley mow;
Marbled with sage the hard'ning cheese she press'd,
And yellow butter Marian's skill confess'd;
But Marian now devoid of country cares,
Nor yellow butter nor sage cheese prepares; 51
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