National Ballad and Song/Volume 5/Why do you Trifle
“WHY DO YOU TRIFLE? FY UPON’T!”
[c. 1610–20]
[From Rawlinson MS., B 35, leaf 54, back].
Why do you trifle? fy upon’t, fie upon’t, fie upon’t, fy upon’t!Why do you trifle? fy upon’t!Those are not men but idle drones,That stay till ladyes make their mones;tis pity but they lost their [stones];fy upon’t, fy upon’t, fy upon’t!Tis pity but they lost their labour.
He shall not do so that I love, that I love, that I love,He shall not do so that I love;But so soone as I am sick,Shall never faile me in the nick,To give me proof of his good [prick]That I love, that I love, that I love,To give me proofe of his good meaning.
Nor can it be to thick and long, thick and long, thick and long, If any of you chance to feareThat I am to young,—pray look you here;Few maids can show you so much [haire]Thick and long, thick and long, thick and long,Few maids can shew you so much faivour.
Faine would I goe both up and downe, up and downe, up and downe,No child is fonder of the GigThan I to dance a merry jig;Faine would I try how I could [fig]Up and downe, up and downe, up and downe,Faine would I try how I could caper.
Come let us do then, you know what, you know what, you know what,Why should not I endure the bruntAs well as other maids have don’t?I’m sure I have as good a [cunt],You know what, you know what, you know what,[I’m sure I] have as good a courage.
Sweet, if you love me then agen, then agen, then agen,Had ever maiden that good luckFor to incounter the first pluck?O ’twould invite a maid to [fuck]Then agen, then agen, then agen,O ’twould invite a maid to mary.