The Willow Green turned
into White; Or, The Young mans Joy and the Maids Delight.
Being the Maids kind and Loving Answer to the distressed Lovers Complaint.
Wherein she plainly shews in every part,
How he is the Man that doth enjoy her heart,
Thou first she seem'd disloyal for to prove,
Was only but to try his constant Love;
But now most lovingly unto him she is seen,
& bids him never fear wearing the Willow Green.
Tune is, My Love sleeps on another mans Pillow. Or, The Willow Green.
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WHat ails my Love to be so sad,
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why art thou troubled so in mind,
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I am come now to make thee glad.
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to thee I will prove true and kind;
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Then cast away sorrow and care,
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and be joyful as thou hast been,
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Chear up thy heart and do not fear,
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thou shalt not wear the Willow Green.
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I am come to fulfill thy wishes,
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as thou shalt find immediately:
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Come now and take a hundred kisses
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in Token of my love to thee.
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Although thy woes at first seemed double,
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yet let sorrow no more be seen[.]
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I now will free thee from the trouble
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Of wearing the Willow Green.
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Although long time we have been parted,
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'twas but thy constancy to prove,
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Now i'le be Loyal and true hearted,
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unto thee my own true Love.
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No man that lives on English Ground,
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shall e're my true-Love from thee win,
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If I might gain five hindred pound
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my Love shall not wear the Willow Green.
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What though I shew'd my self unconstant
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to thee at first, and seemed coy,
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Yet thou shalt find by this instant
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I will be thy only joy:
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Then prithee my dearest Love content thee.
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and be not sad as thou hast been,
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For I am resolved to prevent thee
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from wearing the Willow Green.
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'Tis thou art him that I love best,
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above all men that e're I see,
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I am the Maid I do protest
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that will prove constant unto thee.
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I love thee dearer than Gold or Pearle.
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no Riches ever shall me win,
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If I might have a Lord or Earl
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my Love should not wear the Willow Green.
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I have been woe'd by many a gallant
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which would have gladly wedded me,
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But I have refused both Gold and Talent,
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all for the Love I bear to thee:
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Many called me their joy and Honey,
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hoping my favour for to win,
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But no man shall cause me with Money
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to make thee wear the Willow Green.
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Although thou blamest me to be cruel,
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and hard hearted unto thee
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Yet now I'le be thy only jewel
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and love no man but only thee,
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Thy Love-sick Suit is fully granted
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faithful ever I'le be seen,
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True Love in me shalt nere be wanted
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therefore cast off the Willow Green.
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Then prethee Love make no delay,
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let's not our precious time withstand[:]
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Come let us to the Church away,
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and there be joyned hand in hand
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We'l live as loving as any two
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that ever in the Land was seen
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Therefore my dearest bid adieu,
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for ever wearing the Willow green.
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At this the young man rejoyced greatly,
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to hear his Sweet-hearts kind Reply
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He then imbraced her most neatly
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with kisses then so lovingly:
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They went unto the Priest with speed
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in a brave mnner as e're was seen
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Where as they Married was indeed,
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now he cast off the Willow Green.
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So Lovers all I bid adieu,
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I pray much of my Verses make
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These Lines I here present to you,
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wherein you may a pattern take
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I wish you may continue long
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in Pleasure, Comfort and Delight,
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And there's an end of my new Song.
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call'd the Willow green turn'd into White,
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