An excellent New Song, Call'd,
NELLYS Constancy,
OR,
Her Unkind Lover:
Who, after Contract of Marriage, leaves his first Mistress,
for the sake of a better Fortune
To a pleasant New Tune: or, Languishing Swain. Licensed according to Order.
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I Lov'd you dearly, I lov'd you well,
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I lov'd you dearly, no Tongue can tell,
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You love another, you love not me,
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You care not for my Company.
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You love another, I'll tell you why,
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Because she has more Means than I.
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But Means will wast Love, and Means will fly,
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In time thou mayst have no more than I.
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If I had Gold Love, you should have part,
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But as I've none Love, thou hast my Heart,
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Thou hast my Heart Love, & free good Will,
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And in good troth I love thee still.
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How often has your Tongue this told,
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You lov'd not for Silver nor Gold;
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And this to me you did impart,
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All you desired was my Heart.
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Your Tongue did so inchant my Mind,
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Till I for ever must be kind,
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Though you prove false, yet I am true,
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And own I am undone by you.
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What makes young Men be thus unkind,
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To gain Maids Loves, then change their mind,
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As here I find it to my Grief,
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He's stole my Heart, Stop Thief, stop Thief.
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My Heart you have, go where you will,
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And though you leave me I love you still,
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But had I sums of Gold in store,
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You'd Court me as you did before.
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'Tis Money is your chiefest aim,
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All Women else would be the same:
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Oh! what a World is't we live in,
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No true love can be found in Men.
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Although you do another take,
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And leave your first Love's Heart to break,
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It pleases me to dye for Love,
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And do a faithful Virgin prove.
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Then my Advice is to each Maid,
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Be careful least your Heart's betray'd:
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Believe not all young Men do say,
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They'll vow they'll Love, yet go their way.
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Like my dear love that Courted me,
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Who's wed another and gone to Sea,
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Yet I a Sailor Boys love still,
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And none but such shall gain my Will.
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Then call a Boat, Boys, unto the Ferry,
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For we are come, Boys, for to be merry,
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It shall ne're be said, Boys, when we are dead,
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But the jolly Sailors are rarely bred.
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