GEORGE the Glover,
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Grace the Bone-Lace-maker.
George vow'd he was a faithful Lover,
But prov'd a false and faithless Glover,
At length he got this Lass with child,
Which made the Bone-Lace-maker wild.
To the Tune of, Tell me Jenny tell me roundly.
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Come my Grace come sit thee by me,
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let me taste of thy sweet kisses,
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I do hope thoul't not deny me,
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nor bereave me of my blisses:
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In thy dear sight, my delight,
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now to thee I do discover,
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Let not me, dispised be,
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for me thy faithful loving Glover.
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Oh forbear your complementing,
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now a days men grow deceitful,
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Maids are e'ry day repenting,
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that your sex are so ungratefull;
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Could I find, a man so kind,
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that would never more forsake her,
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Whom he loves, but loyal proves,
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he should have a Gold-Lace-maker.
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Oh my Grace if thoul't believe me,
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in loves Fetters I am chained.
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But methinks, Loves Chains and Links,
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seem something pleasant to a Lover,
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Then I say, ne'r say me nay,
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I am honest George the Glover.
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Pray my dear one do not fear me,
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for i'le faithful be unto thee,
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If I did not love thee dearly,
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I had never come to woe thee;
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But my heart, doth feel such smart,
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by my eyes you may discover,
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That I am, a Loyal man,
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called honest George the Glover.
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Well, quoth she, if thou art Loyal,
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I will e're be true unto thee,
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If thou art false when I make tryal,
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thou wilt certainly undo me;
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I feel a flame, I dare not name,
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by yea, and nay, I [a]m no Quaker,
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The second part, to the same tune,
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Many Kisses they exchanged,
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Grace she seem'd exceeding kind too,
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George from his pretences ranged,
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and told her what he had a mind to:
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Down they lay, began to play,
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and still did vow ne'r to forsake her,
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She did yield, he won the field,
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so he betray'd the Gold-Lace-maker.
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Thus they for a season toyed,
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and each heart whs set on fire,
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What she wanted she enjoyed,
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he pretended but to try her;
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But their jest in earnest proved,
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and her belly did discover,
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That the sport she dearly loved,
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which she had with George the Glover.
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George the Glover strangely stared,
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when he see her belly swell,
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For her Babe she then prepared,
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but what to do he could not tell:
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Then away, without delay,
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went bonny George unto his lover,
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With twenty Guineys in his hand,
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thus to her spoke George the Glover.
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Dearest if thou art contented,
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here is twenty Guineys for thee,
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For what i've done I have repented,
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though at once I did adore thee;
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Lust to fulfill, I got my will,
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and though I vow'd I'de ne'r forsake her,
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But like a Knave, I did behave,
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my self unto the Bone-Lace-maker.
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You fair maids that have your freedom,
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and your heart can call your own still,
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Great pretenders always heed them,
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least you've cause to make your moan still:
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Young-men you find, oft prove unkind,
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yet vow and swear they'l ne'r forsake her,
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George he swore, did Grace adore,
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and yet deceiv'd the Bone-Lace-maker.
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