3 Amongst the rest, one pest'lent fine, (His beard no bigger though than thine,) Walk'd on before the rest: Our landlord looks like nothing to him: The king (God bless him)'twould undo him, Should he go still so dress'd.
4 At Course-a-park, without all doubt, He should have first been taken out By all the maids i' the town: Though lusty Roger there had been, Or little George upon the Green, Or Vincent of the Crown.
5 But wot you what? the youth was going To make an end of all his wooing; The parson for him staid: Yet by his leave, for all his haste, He did not so much wish all past (Perchance) as did the maid.
6 The maid--and thereby hangs a tale-- For such a maid no Whitsun-ale Could ever yet produce: No grape that's kindly ripe could be So round, so plump, so soft as she, Nor half so full of juice.
7 Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck: And to say truth (for out it must) It look'd like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
8 Her feet, beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light: But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.
9 He would have kiss'd her once or twice, But she would not, she was so nice, She would not do 't in sight; And then she look'd as who should say. I will do what I list to-day; And you shall do 't at night.
10 Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone,) For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Katherine pear, The side that's next the sun.
11 Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin; Some bee had stung it newly. But (Dick) her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
12 Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break, That they might passage get; But she so handled still the matter, They came as good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit.
13 If wishing should be any sin, The parson himself had guilty been, She look'd that day so purely: And did the youth so oft the feat At night, as some did in conceit, It would have spoil'd him, surely.