Ione is as good as my Lady.
To the tune of What care I how faire she be.
SHall I here reherse the story
Of a Woman in her Glory,
You haue heard how
Euah came
Into the world, the first faire Dame,
she was naked had no clothing,
yet she did deserue no loathing:
then good friend I say to thee,
Ioanes as good as my Lady.
What care I for silkes aray
That but glistereth in the day,
Each other Sence deserues as much,
Thats to heare, to taste, to touch,
Gentle
Ioane may be as faire
as a rich mans onely heire,
then good friend I say to thee,
Ioanes as good as my Lady.
Ione can call by name her Cowes,
And deck her windows with green bowes
She can wreathes and Tutties make,
And decke with plumbes a Bridale Cake,
Is not
Ioane a House wife then
Iudge true hearted honest men:
Then good friend I say to thee
Ioane is as good as my Lady.
Ioane can bake and
Ioane can brew
And to giue sweet
Ioane her due,
Any thing that longs to man,
Ioane will doe it if she can,
she will seeke all sorts to please,
and loue no idlenesse or ease:
then good frend I say to thee,
Ioanes as good as my Lady.
Ioane can spin and
Ioane can card,
Ioan keepes cleane both house and yard,
She can dresse both flesh and fish,
Or any thing that you can wish:
she can sow and she can knit,
Ioane for any thing is fit:
then good friend I say to thee.
Ioanes as good as my Lady.
Ioane is of a louely browne.
Neate as any in the Towne:
Heaire as blacke as any Crow,
And doth nimbly trip and goe,
slender waste, and fingers long,
roaling eye and nimble tongue:
then good friend I say to thee,
Ioanes as good as my Lady.
The second Part.
to the same tune.
IOane is skipping like a Fawne
[...]n a pleasant verture Lawne.
When she playes at Barley-breake,
She of all doth giue the squeake:
Ioane can daunce a Scottish
[...]igge
and doth nimbly play the rigge:
then good friend I say to thee,
Ioanes as good as my Lady.
When the yong men of the Towne
Giues the Maidens a greene Gowne,
Ioane hath kisses more then they,
And doth beare the Bell away
Soill the garland she doth winne
for her dauncing tricke and trime:
then good friend I say to thee,
Ioanes as good as my Lady.
All the Youthes of our Townes end
Striue to make sweet
Ioane their friend,
Some giues Purses, some giues Rings,
With Bracelets, Girdles, & such things,
happy is their houre and time
who can giue sweet
Ioane the wine:
then good friend I say to thee,
Ioanes as good as my Lady.
Put her on a Silken Towne,
Theres no Lady in the Towne,
But with her she may comp
[...]
And is euery way as faire,
paynted cloathes the body shapes
[...]
making them phantasticke dyes:
then good friend I say to thee,
Ioanes as good as my Lady.
Spepheards Swaines admires her note,
When she strainech but her throats,
Then they throw their Pipes away,
Vowing
Ioane hath got the day,
they ioyne hands and dance a ring,
and this is all the song they sing,
we conclude, and all agree,
Ioanes as good as my Ladye.
FINIS.
Printed at London by A. M.