John's Earnest Request:
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Betty's compassionate Love extended to him in a time of Distress.
Late at Night, when all was fast,
John came in both cold and wet,
And after some few words were past,
her Lover in she let.
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COme open the Door sweet Betty,
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for 'tis a cold Winters night,
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It rains, and it blows, and it thunders,
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and the Moon it do's give no light.
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It is all for the love of sweet Betty,
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that here I have lost my way;
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Sweet let me lye behind thee,
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untill it is break of Day.
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I dare not come down sweet Johnny,
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nor I dare not now let you in,
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For fear of my Father's anger,
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and the rest of my other Kin:
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For my Father he is awake,
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and my Mother she will us hear;
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Therefore be gone sweet Johnny,
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my Joy and only Dear.
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If that thou dost love me, show it,
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and do not in anger frown,
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Thy Parents they need not know it,
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if thou wilt come softly down:
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Then prithee now don't deny me,
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but come at thy Lover's Call;
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For what tho' I should lye by thee,
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I'll do thee no harm at all.
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Alas! I am loath to venture,
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for if that they should awake,
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As soon as the Door you enter
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a Racket I'm sure they'll make:
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You know that old Folks are froward,
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and jealous of handsome Men,
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And should we be over power'd,
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in what a case were we then.
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I'll shelter my Dear from danger,
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should any Outrage begin,
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Thou knowest that I am no stranger,
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then prithee Love let me in:
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Long time in the Cold, I've tarry'd,
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oh! pity thy true Love John,
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To morrow we will be married,
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as I am an honest Man,
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This is a fair pleasing Story,
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which almost my Heart has won,
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But if you should blast my Glory,
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and leave me when all is done,
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My Father would surely chide me,
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my Mother would scold and brawl,
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And all the young Maids deride me,
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oh! this is the worst of all.
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Thy Johnny will ne'er deceive thee,
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but love thee as dear as my Life;
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Nor will I one hour leave thee,
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untill thou art made my Wife:
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Let me not stand any longer,
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for why? dear Betty behold,
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The Storm grows stronger and stronger,
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and I am both wet and cold.
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It was about midnight hour,
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when John he did thus complain;
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Poor heart! she had not the power
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to let him stand in the Rain:
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Without any longer dodging,
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she open'd the door with speed,
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And let him into her Lodging,
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good Man he had ne'er more need.
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It being cold Winter Weather,
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they strait did hurry to Bed,
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And there thy cuddl'd together,
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and John got her Maiden-head.
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She was of a courteous Carriage,
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by which young Johnny was won,
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Next day they were join'd in Marriage,
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and was not this honestly done?
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