True Love rewarded with Loyalty: Or, Mirth
and Joy after sorrow and sadness.
This young man he did walk in pensive manner
Being a Souldier under Cupids Banner,
In loving terms he did express his mind
Still fearing that his love will prove unkind,
But she to ease him from all future pain,
Did cheer his heart & grant him love again.
To a new West Country tune called, O hark my love, or Flora Farwell.
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A S I walkt forth to take the Air
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One morning musing all alone,
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I heard a young man full of care
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Thus to himself did make his moan.
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My dearest Dear and I must part;
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So sad and heavy is my heart.
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It doth increase my misery
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My Love, that I must part from thee.
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But no leave of my Love i'le take,
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I will but wander for her sake,
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And like Leander I will prove
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So true and constant to my Love.
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For dost thou think i'le vow and swear
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And not my promise to fulfill,
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Then deal with me as I deserve,
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If I be not thy true Love still.
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My Lands and Livings are but small
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For to maintain my Love withall,
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But with my labor and my pain
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My dearest Dear I will maintain,
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Thy Friends do owe to me a grudge
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Because to thee I bear good Will,
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But stand thou up in my defence,
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And I will be thy true Love still.
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If I had Gold and Silver store,
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As much as ever Cressus won,
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'Twere all too little for my Love,
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Considering what for me she's done.
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Now hand in hand with thee i'le go,
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Through mirth and melody, and woe,
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Nay through the world i'le go with thee,
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What e're betides to my body.
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The second part to the same tune.
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T He pale-fac't Moon shall loose her light,
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The glorious Sun shall darkned be:
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And Stars shall from the Heavens fall
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My Love ere I prove false to thee.
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There shall no Grass grow on the Plain
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Nor blossom bud upon the Tree
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All fruit shall have a deadly wound
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My Love ere I prove false to thee.
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The swiftest River shall run back
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The Wind shall drive the Water-mill,
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And the brightest day shall turn to night
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I f I be not thy true Love still.
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Thus he did languish all alone
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And sore he was opprest with grief,
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At last his Love did hear his moan
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And strait she came to his Relief.
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My Dearest why dost thou complain
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And grieve thy heart since I am true,
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Fear not that I will thee disdain
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ile never change thee for a new.
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Thou shalt not part from me my Dear
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Nor wander in an unknown Land,
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A part in all thy grief i[']le bear
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And alwayes be at thy command.
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As true as ever Hero was
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To her Leander I will prove,
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Were it to cross the Hellespont
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I would not fear to find my Love.
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Thy Oaths and Vows I do beleive
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And plainly I thy Love do see,
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It very much my heart doth grieve
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That thou shouldst so lament for me.
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What tho my friends do at thee frown
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And will not yield I should thee Love
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Fear not since I will be thy own.
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And constant ever I will prove.
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The Lambs shall with the Lyons play
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And timerous Hares the Hounds persue,
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The Elements shall pass away
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E're I to thee will prove untrue,
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No Snow shall lye upon the Alpes
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Nor flames break out from Aetna's Hill
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The w ild Beasts shall forsake their walks
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If I be not thy true love still.
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Therefore my Dear, let sorrow cease
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And come for to imbrace thy own,
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Which w ill my former joys increase
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For thee I love and thee alone.
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When he had heard her sweet Reply
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His dying spirits did revive
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Quoth he for Love I will not dye
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I am the happiest man alive.
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Blest be the time that my true Love
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Did hither come to chear my heart
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Her constancy I now do prove
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Nothing but death shall us two part.
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Great joy there w as w hen they did meet.
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And loving Complements did pass,
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And many times w ith kisses sweet
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He did embrace his amorous Lass.
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Let all young Lovers that do hear
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This Song, be faithful to their choice,
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Then each one may enjoy their Dear
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Which doth true Lovers much rejoyce.
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