Love put to it's Shifts: Or,
The Merry Meeting of
JEMMY and JENNY.
To the Tune of, Tell me Jenny, etc. Entred according to Order.
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ON a time as I was walking,
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in a Meadow, by a River,
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There I heard two lovers talking,
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when they should be joyn'd together,
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Jemmy swore, once and more,
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that he could no longer tarry,
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But the fair, did declare,
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she had as yet no mind to marry.
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Prithee dearest tell me freely,
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why you do so long defer it,
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Faith and Troth 'tis very silly,
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e'ry day thus to forbear it:
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Jemmy no, did you know,
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what you fancy in your passion,
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You would not, be so hot,
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marriage now is out of fashion.
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But when Jemmy heard her reason,
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what his fancy could not cotten,
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This says he is petty Treason,
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and can never be forgotten:
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For should we, single be,
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Love wou'd never be rewarded,
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What is best for our rest,
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ought not to be disregarded.
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LOve, quoth Jenny, it's a Feavour,
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for a moment raging in you,
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But I find by your behaviour,
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'tis not likely to continue:
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For did you, love me true.
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like other men you wou'd have tarry'd
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We should see, you would be,
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not so hasty to be marry'd.
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Tell me what says Jemmy boldly,
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makes you with my passion daily,
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Prithee why do you thus hold me,
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thus to plague me with your folly:
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Either go, or say no,
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I can't abide this tedious staying,
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Time does run with the Sun,
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prithee leave of this delaying.
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Whereupon without requesting,
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rudely on the ground he threw her,
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Fye says she, such foolish jesting,
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from my heart I can't endure,
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But the Swain, told her plain,
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since she had no will to marry,
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That he cou'd for his blood,
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from his hopes no longer tarry.
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What says she you wicked creature,
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do you mean by all this fooling
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Nought said he, but harmless Nature,
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who regarded not her Schooling;
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Fye says she, certainly,
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I think you'r minded to undoe me.
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Jenny no, say not so,
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for no harm at all i'le do thee.
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Then as if she had been dying,
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happily his will he gained,
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And in spight of all denying,
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easily her honour stained;
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Now says he, are you free,
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to the Church we shou'd be going,
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Yes says she, if you be,
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and so they did conclude their wooing.
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FINIS.
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