The VOLUNTEERS kind Answer,
TO
The Loyal Damosels Resolution.
He joys to hear her Love is firm and true,
That to her Friends she means to bid Adieu,
In Countries strange, to bear him Company,
And with her dearest Love to live and dye:
For which, he will her faithful Friend rema[i]n,
And make Amends, when they return again.
Tune of, The Flatteries of Fate: Or, Jenny, Jenny, etc.
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MY Fairest and Rarest,
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I joy for to hear,
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Thy Love is so Constant
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And true to thy Dear,
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From thee my Affection
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Shall never depart,
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For thou art the Lass
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That enjoyes my whole Heart.
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Since thou art so Constant
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And true to thy Friend,
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As for to go with thy Love,
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To the Worlds End.
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Long time I have Lov'd thee
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In Heart and in Mind
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And always have found thee
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Both loving and kind,
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But now thou hast won me
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Unto thy own Will,
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By being so ready
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My mind to fulfill.
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Since thou art so Constant, etc.
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I now am resolved,
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to fight the proud foe:
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And for Englands honour,
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brave Gallants do goe,
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If thou in my perils
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wilt venture to share,
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To yeild thee Content,
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it shall be my whole care.
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Since thou art so Constant, etc.
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To venture for honour,
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it pleases my mind,
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And much I am Joyful
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to see thee so kind:
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To be my Companion
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in weal and in woe,
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Whilst I with good fortune
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my valor may show.
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Since thou art so Constant,
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And true to thy Friend
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As for to go with thy love
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To the Worlds End.
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The Second Part, To the same Tune.
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IF Grief do assail thee
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I'le comfort thy heart,
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And in all thy Sorrows
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I will bear a part,
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I ne'r will be wanting
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Thy heart for to ease,
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Because thou art willing
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My Humor to please.
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Since thou art so Constant
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And true to thy Friend,
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And for to go with thy love
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To the worlds End.
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I needs must confess,
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That the dangers are great
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By Sea and by Land,
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Both in Cold and in Heat
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But Love that is faithful
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No Perills doth fear
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Therefore I commend thee
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My joy and my Dear.
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Since thou art so Constant, etc.
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If I can gain Riches
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By Sea or by Land,
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It shall be all ready,
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At thy own Command.
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Good Gold, and Rich Jewells,
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Shall fall to thy share,
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And for to content thee
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It shall be my Care.
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Since thou art so Constant, etc.
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The Mirrour of Maidens
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Thou still shalt remain,
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If that we do live
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For to come o're again,
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Thy Love and thy Vertue,
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So Splendid shall shine
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That I shall be proud
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For to say Thou art mine.
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Since thou art so Constant, etc.
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Then bid my good Father
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And Mother Adiew.
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Since I am resolv'd
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To be Constant and True,
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The love of a Brother
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And more I'le supply,
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For I will be faithful
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To thee till I Die,
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Since thou art so Constant, etc.
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Farewel then to England
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The joy of my Heart,
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From Friends and Relation
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We now must depart,
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But since thy Sweet Company
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I do Enjoy,
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The same will protect me
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From Grief and Annoy.
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Since thou art so Constant, etc.
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If that we do Live
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To return home again,
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And pass all the Dangers
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With Labour and Pain,
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I'le make thee amends
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For thy love that's so True,
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Thou shalt have no cause
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in the least for to Rue
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Since thou art so Constant, etc.
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But if that I chance to
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Be slain by my Foes
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'Twill be thy last kindness
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My eyes for to close,
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And say thou hast lost
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A true Lover most Dear
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Who till the last Minute,
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Did make it appear.
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Since thou wer't so Constant
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And true to thy Friend
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As for to go with thy Love
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To the Worlds End,
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