The Secret Lovers,
OR, The jealous Father Beguil'd.
Loves passion is not easily put under,
Nor faithful lovers to be kept asunder;
Because you know the proverb it is so
That Love will creep when as it cannot go.
To a West-Country Tune; Or, Alack for my Love I must dye.
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A Dainty spruce young Gallant
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that lived in the West,
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He courted a young Lady,
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and real Love profest:
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And coming one night to her.
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his mind he thus exprest;
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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What is my Love a sleeping,
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or is my Love a wake?
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Who knocketh at the Window,
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who knocketh theee so late
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It is your true Love Lady
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that for your sake doth wait,
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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Then open me your Fathers Gate,
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and do not me deny;
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But grant to me your true love,
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or surely I shall dye:
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I dare not open now the Gates
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for fear my Father spy;
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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O dearest be not daunted,
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thou needest not to fear,
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Thy Father may be sleeping,
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our Loves he shall not hear,
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Then open it without delay:
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My Joy and only Dear,
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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M Y Father he doth watch me,
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his jealousie is so:
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If he should chance to catch me,
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O then what should we do?
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Therefore I dare not venture,
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my dear to open now,
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And sing go from Window my Love go.
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I wish there were no Hinges,
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nor yet no Key nor Lock;
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That I might come unto my love,
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now she is in her Smock:
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O peace and be contented:
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I hear my Father knock:
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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O Daughter dear why are you
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out of your Bed so late?
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O Father I am very sick,
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and in distressed state?
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Methinks I hear some body
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under your Window prate:
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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O Father 'tis the Watch-men,
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this Evening passing by;
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H ark how a faithful Lover
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can frame a pretty lye,
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O Daughter I command you
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unto your bed to hye,
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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Dear Father I obey you
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and quickly I am gone;
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But yet I am not willing
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to leave my love alone:
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So soon as you are Sleeping,
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I down again will come,
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And sing go from etc.
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And then she sent her Maiden
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unto her Chamber straight;
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And came unto her true Love,
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who at the Door did wait,
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And open'd him the Wicket,
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for all it was so late:
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And sing go from etc.
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Then softly he did enter,
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and to the Lady said:
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My Love there is no Danger
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we cannot be betray'd,
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Let us enjoy out Pleasure,
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and never be afraid:
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And sing go from etc.
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And thus this Faithful Couple,
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there wishes had at last
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For all her Jealous Father,
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the sweets of Love they taste:
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And when the day appeared,
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her love away did haste:
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And sing go from etc.
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