The Faithful Lovers,
Farewel to the World:
BEING
A True Relation of a Serving Man in Soho, that Shot
himself for Love of his Fellow Servant, the Cook
Maid. To the Trne of, Chatam Town.
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YOung Lovers all, of each degree,
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I'de have you now for to draw near,
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While I rehearse a Tragedy,
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Of a young Man that Loved dear.
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This young Man lived in Soho,
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As many People well does know,
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He loved Betty a Cook-maid;
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But she his Love with scorn Repaid.
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This young Man finding Cupids dart
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Had Wou[n]ded him unto the Heart,
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That he could never hap[p]y be,
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Unless in Betty's company.
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He was tormented Day and Night,
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That nothing could his Heart delight,
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For it was Betty, only she,
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That caused all his Misery.
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This young Man finding no redress,
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But still was more and more oprest
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Because his Love he did conceal,
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And could not could not it Reveal.
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At last he was resolv'd in mind,
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To try if Betty would prove kind,
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And ease him quickly of his Pain,
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And grant him Love for Love again.
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To her he went imediatly
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Still hoping she would soon comply,
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With bashful Face and Voice so low,
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He told this Maiden all his woe.
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My Love said he I am oprest,
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Tis only you can give me Rest,
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And I hope that you will give Relief,
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And put an end to all my Grief.
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Away, fond Fool! she did reply,
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Your silly suit I must deny;
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For I Love one with Riches Store,
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Therefore your Love I pray give ore.
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What tho' I am a Servant Maid,
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A Servant I will never Wed;
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For I a Shop-keeper will have,
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That will maintain me fine and brave.
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When Johnny heard this scornful Dame
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Requit his Love with provd disdain,
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His Heart was ready for to break,
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Yet could not answer make.
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Like one struck dumb from her he goes,
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To utter by himself his woes,
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And flung himself upon the Bed,
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And lay a while like one was dead.
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At last he did begin to speak,
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And sigh'd as if his Heart did break
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betty says, he for Love of you,
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Poor Johnny bids the World adieu.
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He got a Pistol then with speed,
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And shot himself with it indeed;
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Some of the Servants heard the Gun
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And all in hast to him did Run.
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But Oh! alas, it was too late
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They could not, could not stop his fate;
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For Death had seized every part,
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And peirsced this Lover to the Heart.
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But now I hear, for truth indeed,
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This scornful Maidens Heart does bleed,
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To think she should so cruel be
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To cause this young mans Tragidey.
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