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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The Northampton-Shire Knight's
DAUGHTER:
CONTAINING
Her Loyal Love and Constancy to her Father's Serving-man, whom she
admir'd. To the Tune of, The languishing Swain, etc.
Licensed according to Order.

NEar to a Fountain all alone,
A Damsel made lamenting moan,
Unto herself she sigh'd and said,
What must I live and die a Maid?

My Father is a worthy Knight,
My Mother a gay Lady bright,
And I have plac'd my Love so low,
That it will prove my overthrow.

For if my Dear, I maint enjoy,
This Life of mine I will destroy;
For what is all the World, said she,
If robb'd of my felicity?

My Father's Serving-man I love,
His very sight I prize above
All Riches in the World beside;
O that I was his lawful Bride.

For him I do such Torments feel,
Which I no longer can conceal;
Therefore unto this Grave I make
Sad Lamentation for his sake.

I in a Dream receiv'd this Wound,
And here I lye in Fetters bound;
But yet my Dearest does not know
That I adore and love him so.

Nay, if he understood my Mind,
And was the like to Love inclin'd,
Yet he to venture would be loth,
For fear of my dear Father's wroth.

I wish he was of high degree,
Or I my self as poor as he;
Then, being in an equal state,
We might not prove unfortunate.

The Dairy-maid and Shepherd-swain,
Who trips over the rural Plain,
In hot and cold, through wet and dry,
Injoys more Happiness than I.

When they their Love and Liking place,
They can with freedom's arms embrace;
But I am barr'd by Birth and State,
And therefore most unfortunate.

My Friends they have prepar'd for me,
A Fortune of no mean degree,
No less than a rich Barron-Knight,
But he is not my Heart's delight.

My Parents on my Dear will frown,
I know they'll strive to run him down;
But let them all do what they can,
I'll ne'er forsake my Serving-man.

If my dear Friends and Parents they
Should strip me of my rich Array,
Yet I in him can Joys behold,
For Love is more to me than Gold.

A most convenient Place I'll find,
To let him understand my Mind,
And if with me he will comply,
With him I'll vow to live and dye.

My Friends may in a P[?]
And likewise [?]
Yet I [?] will not fear,
[?] two thousand Pounds a Year.

Of which they cannot hinder me,
And I can well contented be,
Having my Dear whom I adore,
I'll never pine nor wish for more.


Printed for C. Bates, at the White-Hart in West-Smithfield.

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