An Excellent New SONG,
OF THE
Two Happy LOVERS:
OR,
The Young Man and Maids Constancy .
To an excellent New Play-house Tune, much in Request.
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FOnd Boy what dost thou mean, thus my Heart to sur-prize;
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And make me love another whilst my Celia dies?
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My Celia is fair, and my Heart doth retain;
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But Oh, when I see Amintor , I'm ravish'd again.
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Then shoot thy Kind Dart, let thy Heart be my Prize:
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I'll intreat the kind Gods for to open my Eyes.
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Dear Celia ! oh then, Why so cruel to me?
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When I that was always so Just unto thee:
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How happy were I, that I could but obtain
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One Smile of my own dear Celia again:
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I will never forsake him as long as I live,
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Whatever in Love he do's want I will give.
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Amintor is kind, and likewise is fair;
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But none in the Word can with Celia compare:
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If his Love it were true, and that I might find
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That for ever, for ever, to me he'd be kind,
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I'd freely enjoy my Dear in my Arms,
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And keep him secure from all other Harms.
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Why should I prove false to him that I love,
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For another to me he Unconstant may prove:
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My Celia has Charms which I do adore;
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If he'll be but kind, I desire no more:
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For to ramble in Love I do not admire,
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If I have my dear Celia 'tis all I desire.
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Dear Cynthia ! ne' er fear, my Love shall be true,
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There's none in the World that I love now but yo[u]
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Then do not despair in your true Love no more;
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For 'tis you my dear Cynthia that I must adore:
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I did but to try whether loyal you'd be,
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But I never, no never will prove false to thee .
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I always was Just to the Promise I made,
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Though you my dear Cynthia was ever afraid:
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My Heart it was struck when I heard thee Complai[n]
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Oh my Celia ! my Celia ! he does me disdain:
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I did but to try whether loyal you'd be,
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But I never, no never will prove false to thee .
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