Ditty. The honest Milkmaid, or I must not wrong my Dame.
Bud. Have you never a one called The honest Fresh Cheese and Cream Woman?
Ditty. I do not remember that; but here is another, you shall hear me sing it.
Once did I love a maiden fair,
Down derry, down, down, down, down derry;
With silver locks and golden hair,
Down derry, &c.;
Her cheeks were like the rose so sweet,
Down derry, &c.;
Like marble pillars were her feet,
Down derry, &c.
How like you this? 'Tis a rare tune, and a very pleasant song.
Bud. I like the song well; but I would have a picture upon it like me.
Ditty. Look you here; here's one as like you as if it had been spit out of your mouth; your nose, eye, lip, chin; sure, they printed it with your face! and the most sweetest ballad that ever I sung—
My love and I to medley,
Upon a time would go:
The boatmen they stood ready,
My love and I to row;
Where we had cakes and prunes,
And many fine things mo;
But now, alas, she has left me:
Fa la, fa lero, lo!
Bud. This is the ballad I'll have. Come, Ditty, thou shalt teach me to sing it, and I'll pay thee at the next good house. [Exeunt.