The Bugle-Bovv: OR, A Merry Match of Shooting.
All you that do love Archery,
I pray you now for to draw nigh,
And you shall hear before you go,
The Shooting in the bugle-bow.
The Tune is, My Husband is a carpenter:
or, the Oyl of care.
UPon a time it chanced so,
abroad as I did walk,
So secretly, they did not know,
I hard two Lovers talk:
The one a pretty handsome Youth,
the other a proper Maid,
After a salute, they did dispute,
beset with cupid's aid.
With Kisses and with Complements,
he did this Maiden greet.
And courteously he did reply,
O gallant Lady sweet.
A match sweet Lady I would make,
before from hence I go,
If thou with me a part will take,
to shoot in the Bugle-bow.
Alas good sir you are deceiv'd,
no part with you i'le be,
I am to young, ond skill have none
in any Archery.
Nor never had in all my life,
the truth of all is so,
Nor dare I not for fear of strife,
to shoot in the Bugle-bow.
Lady, I pray you be content,
plead not your tender age,
The Birds do sing in merriment,
though pin'd up in a Cage.
My love to you, I vow is true,
though none thereof do know,
Do not deny, this courtesie,
to shoot in the Bugle-bow.
Good sir, I thank you for your love
which you do bear to me;
But yet I further mean to prove,
e're I a part will be:
For why, much danger follow may,
for ought that I do know,
If I shou'd yeild to you this day,
to shoot in the Bugle-bow.
FAir Lady, I know no danger
that can to it belong;
You know I am no stranger,
then why should you fear wrong?
O yield I pray, make no delay,
but now some favour show;
My part now take, for true-love sake,
to shoot in the bugle-bow.
But when this Damosel she did hear,
her sweet-hearts kind reply,
No longer she could then forbear
his loving courtesie.
Sweet-heart, said she, apart i
[...]le be,
ere I from you do go;
Ile draw the string, and fear nothing
to shoot in the bugle-bow.
This Maid bent up her noble Bow,
and strongly drew the String,
Her Game it then so well did go,
it made her for to sing.
But yet the young-man plaid his part
for he three for one did go,
But lost the Game, yet nere the worse
to shoot in the bugle-bow.
But when this Game it ended was,
this Damsel did reply:
Good sir, you see this Game is lost,
you can it not deny.
Therefore I say if you will play
once more before you go,
Your part ile take, and not forsake,
to shoot in the bugle-bow.
That Match sweet-heart, it pleaseth me
I will not it deny;
I see thy skill in Archery,
thou willing art to try.
Thereso
[...]let's to it once again,
our Archery to show,
Thy part i'le take, and not forsake
to shoot in the bugle-bow.
But when the game to ended was,
together this couple went,
Amends this Damosel for to make,
it was his full intent:
And he married her most willingly,
for fear of further woe:
His part she did take, and not forsake,
to shoot-in the bugle-bow.
So to conclude you Maidens fair
that now do hear this Song,
These Lines I have dedicated here,
I hope will do no wrong;
For they were write in merriment,
as well you all may know,
Of a Maid that willingly was bent,
to shoot in the bugle-bow.
Printed for F. Coles, T Vere, J. VVright, and J. Clarke.