Faint Heart never won fair Lady:
OR,
Good Advice to Batchelors
How to Court and Obtain a Young Lass.
To the Tune of, Lilli burlero. Licensed according to Order.
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YOu that a fair Maids heart would obtain,
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eagerly Court, and Ogle and Kiss;
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Whining and Sighs are all but in vain,
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Courage does lead the way unto Bliss:
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Touse her, tempt her, hap at a venture,
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tho' she cry, Fie Sir, pray you be gone;
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Do but you try Sir, she'll sooner dye Sir,
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than you shall leave her wishing alone.
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Win her with Fairings and sweetening Treats,
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Lasses are soonest o'recome this way;
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Ribbons and Rings will work most strange feats,
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and bring you into favour and play:
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Touse her, tempt her, hap at a venture,
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tho' she cry, Fie Sir, pray you be gone;
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Do but you try Sir, she'll not deny Sir,
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any thing when you have her alone.
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WAlk with her out into the Fields;
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merrily give her a Grass-green Gown;
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Tickle her Fancy until she yields,
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else she'll esteem you a Cowardly Clown:
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Touse her, tempt her, hap at a venture,
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tho' she cry, Fie Sir, pray you be gone;
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Do but you try Sir, she'll not deny Sir,
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any thing now you have her alone.
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Kiss her and play with her Snow-white Breastes,
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tell her a thousand wanton new Tales;
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Such pritty sport no Maiden molests,
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for she knows well what her Lover ails:
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Touse her, tempt her, hap at a venture,
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tho' she cry, Fie Sir, pray you be gone;
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Do but you try Sir, she'll not deny Sir,
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any thing now you have her alone.
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Tickle her Knees, and something that's high'r,
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kissing and feeling go hand in hand;
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No Flesh and Blood but what will take fire,
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tho' she may seem at first to withstand:
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Touse her, tempt her, hap at a venture,
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tho' she cry, Fie Sir, pray you be gone;
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Further you try Sir, she'll not deny Sir,
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any thing now you have her alone.
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When the Dueworks they fairly are won,
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enter the Fort, it now is your own;
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Plunder and Storm it from Sun to Sun,
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Revel and Sport until weary grown:
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Fie Sir, why Sir, I'll sooner dye Sir,
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now are exchanged for another Tone,
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Blushing and Smiling, and wantonly Toyling,
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are the soft Language of Lovers alone.
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FINIS.
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