Pretty Nannie:
OR,
A dainty delicate new Ditty, fit for the Contry, Town,
or Citty, which shewes how constant she did prove unto
her hearts delight and onely Love.
To a dainty delicate new tune named, Northerne Nannie.
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I Have a Love so faire,
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so constant, firme, and kind,
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She is without compare,
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whose fancies me doth blind.
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She is the flower of Maids,
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that ever was or can be,
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Faire Nymphs lend me your ayds
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to sing of my sweet Nannie:
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Her golden hair, her face so faire,
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her glancing eye hath wounded me,
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Her cheeke like snow where Roses grow,
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Pretty Nanny,
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My Mistris of true constancy
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I am thine owne and shall be.
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If Venus would defend,
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and grant to grace my bed,
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I would not wrong my friend,
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by no inticements led:
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No not the fairest dame,
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shall win her favour from me,
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For in the mind I am,
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Ile honour none but Nannie:
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For she may command my heart, my hand
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my body too for to ride or goe,
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If she but say by night or day,
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Pretty Nannie,
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My Mistris of true constancy,
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I am thine owne and shall be.
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My love I will not change
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for Croesus gold and treasure,
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Nor will I seem to range
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from thee my joy and pleasure:
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Though some doe count our sex
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to waver in affection,
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Yet doe not thou suspect,
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for I doe hate that action:
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My love is set, none shall me let,
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nor me perswade, be not afraid,
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From thee to turne, Ile rather burne
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with fire,
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Thou plaine shalt see that I love thee,
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And will yeeld to thy desire.
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She is so rare and wise,
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and prudent in her cariage,
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That gallants did devise
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to win her unto mariage:
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But she denies all those
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that doe aske such a question,
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And to me she doth disclose
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her constant true affection:
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She will not lie nor falsifie,
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but true doth prove like the turtle-dove
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As I doe find to me shees kind,
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Pretty Nannie,
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My Mistris of true constancy,
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I am thine owne and shall be.
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The second part, To the same tune.
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HEr favour and her face,
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doe set my heart on fire,
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When I doe her imbrace,
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I have my hearts desire,
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Her pretty lisping tongue,
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doth joy my heart in speaking,
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I thinke no time too long,
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while I with her keepe waking:
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Her lips so soft I kisse full oft,
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yet sheel deny immodestie,
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My mothers come, O I must be gone
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Pretty Nannie,
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My Mistris of true constancy,
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I am thine owne and shall be,
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When I am from her sight,
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my heart is drownd with sorrow,
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If I doe misse one night,
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I see her the next morrow:
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She is my onely deare,
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my joy and my sweet pleasure,
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She is a jewel rare,
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that far surpasseth treasure:
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Her glistering eyes like starry skies,
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her dimpled chin I have joyd to see
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Her neck so white like christall bright
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Pretty Nannie,
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My Mistris of true constancie,
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I am thine owne and shall be.
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For to sell this bargaine now
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I leave my heart in pawne,
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As by a faithful vow,
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that is betwixt us twaine:
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Then doe not thou disdaine
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my Mistris true for to be,
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Grant love for love againe,
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my owne sweet pretty Nannie:
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And with a kisse befriend me this,
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my Love adieu I pray be true,
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My heart with faith for ever saith
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Pretty Nannie, etc.
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Then kindly she replide,
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thou hast thy hearts desire;
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Ile be thy lovely Bride,
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my love to thee is intire:
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As I have constant beene,
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so Ile remaine for ever,
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As plainely shall be seene,
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from thee I will not sever:
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With hand & heart ile take thy part,
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in wealth and woe I wil doe so,
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The world shal see that I love thee,
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Most kindly,
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Thy Mistris, etc.
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Though all my friends doe frowne,
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and seeme for to prevent me;
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Not for a thousand pound,
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that I wil discontent thee:
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I wil not yeeld to love,
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nor fansie any other,
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My mind shall not remove,
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with father nor with mother,
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I wil not change nor seeme to range;
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no, Ile indure for ever sure,
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My heart is thine and thou art mine,
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Sweet honey, etc.
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What saist thou my sweet heart,
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wilt thou consent unto me?
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Tis thou must ease my smart,
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or else thou wilt undoe me:
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Quoth she I doe consent,
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to what thou dost require,
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My selfe I doe present
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to please thy hearts desire:
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My love on thee shal setled be,
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what thou dost crave I grant you have
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my life, my bloud, to doe thee good;
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My hony,
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Then doe not doubt my constancy,
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I am thine owne and will be.
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