Here's a bit of the original. Only 4 verses to it, but that's still a lot of lines

A merry new ballad, of a countrye wench and a clowne.

To a fine tune

All in a garden greene,
where late I layde me downe
Vppon a banke of camemeyle,
where I sawe vpon a style,
sitting, a countrey Clowne,
howldinge within his armes
a comelye countrey mayde:
courting her with all his skyll,
working her vnto his will,
Thus to her he sayd:-
'Kisse me in kindness,
'sweet hart' quoth he.
'Syr, not for twenty
'good pounds,' quoth she.
He sayd 'Saye no soe.'
She sayd 'Let me goe.'
'Staye, sweet hart,' quoth he.
'Fye! how you ruffle me.'
'What a lyfe is this:-
'Lord, how I love thee,
'sweet hart,' quoth she.
---lost---
---lost---
'Fye for shame, I saye:
'take your hand awaye.'
'Sweet,' quoth he, 'be styll;
'Though against thy will,
'I must haue a Kysse.