The Discontented Young-Man, and the Loving Maid;
Or, True Love with Loyalty ought for to be paid.
A Young-Man lately lov'd a Maiden Fair,
But she pretended not for him to care;
Then fore in wrath, he doth bid her adieu,
Because he thought that she would prove untrue:
But she to him doth make an answer kind,
Which doth rejoyce his heart, and please his mind.
To the Tune of, Farewel thou flower of false Deceit . or, Flora Farewel, By T. Lanfire .
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F Arewel, farewel, false hearted Love,
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disloyal unkind, and untrue;
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Since that thou dost Unconstant prove,
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For ever i'le bid thee adieu.
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The time hath been I lovd thee dear,
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which now doth make my heart to rue
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Nevertheless i'le not despair,
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But for ever i'le bid thee adieu.
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I did not think thou would'st requite
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my Love with hate, that was so true;
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But since thou dost my Person slight,
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For ever i'le bid thee adieu.
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To your humours i'le not be confin'd,
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I scorn that such a thing should be,
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Seeing thou art of a wavering mind,
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I mean to bid adieu to thee.
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There are Girls enough at every place,
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that are of Beauty fair and free,
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I'le chuse one with whom i'le embrace,
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And for ever bid adieu to thee.
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Seeing thy heart it is so hard,
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and thou unkindly dost slight me:
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I never more will thee regard,
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False Love farewel, adieu to thee.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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T Urn back again my dearest Love,
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come now and hear my kind reply
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Constant and faithful I will prove,
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and ile be thy true Love till I dye.
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Although at first I seemed strange,
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'twas but thy patience for to try.
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but there's nothing my mind shall chang
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I will be thy true Love till I dye.
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Of all men throughout the Land,
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thou art the fairest in mine eye,
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Then take here both my heart and hand
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I will be thy true Love till I dye.
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Some Maidens they false-hearted are,
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and from their promises will flye,
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But I will not prove false to thee,
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for i'le be thy true Love till I dye.
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Cupid that little Boy so blind,
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he hath wounded my heart sorely,
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That I shall never change my mind,
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but must love thee till the day I dye.
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My unkindness much I do repent,
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that e're I should thy love deny,
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But now to thy joy and content,
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I will be thy true Love till I dye.
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If I a thousand pound might gain,
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I would not leave thy company:
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Constant and faithful ile remain,
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and ile be thy true Love till I dye.
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For I love thee with all my heart,
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then cast away all sorrow by:
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Nothing but Death shall us two part,
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I will be thy true Love till I dye.
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O my Love art thou of that mind,
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for to be constant unto me,
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Since that thou art loving and kind,
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i'le marry with no maid but thee.
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The promises thou didst me make,
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I find fix in standing now to be,
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And because thou dost not me forsake,
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I do mean to marry with none but thee.
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Then let us make no long delay,
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but in Matrimony joyned be,
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I'le stand firm to the words I say,
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I will marry with no maid but thee.
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And so farewel to sorrows vain,
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unto them I will bid adieu,
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Henceforth i'le cease for to complain,
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since that my sweet-heart doth prove true.
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All you the which are Lovers joyn'd,
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observe this pattern of true Love,
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Do not you waver like the wind,
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but to one another constant prove.
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Now in conclusion of my Song,
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young-men I wish you all good wives
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And the maidens husbands e're be long
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so that they may live contented lives.
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FINIS.
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