Amorous Bettys Delight:
OR,
No Name can compare unto Sweet William.
This Maid hath chosen, she doth think, the best,
Yet other Mai[d]ens may do what they will,
Sweet Williams the Man she loves, she doth protest,
And of Kisses plenty he shall have his fill.
To a New West-Country Tune, or, The Watermans Delight. By John Wade.
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COme all you pretty Maids
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where ever you do dwell:
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If youl draw neer I will declare
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what man I do Love well:
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I have had Suitors store,
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declare their Names I shall;
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But honest Will, ile say so still
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he doth exceed them all.
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The first Suitor I had
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was smiling Anthony;
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He was a bonny proper Lad,
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yet I did him deny:
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He told me that his wealth
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and substance was not small:
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But honest Will, etc.
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Then Robin to me came,
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who did much honor win:
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But when that I did know his name
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[I woul]d not let him in.
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Though he knockt with might and main
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at my Window he did call.
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Yet honest Will, etc,
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Theres Wat the Weavers Son
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and Tame the Taylor he:
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Has made a match a Race to Run,
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which shall my true Love be:
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But though they are at strife,
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deceive them both I shall,
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For honest Will, etc.
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Humphery is full of Grief,
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like to a silly elff.
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And Roger the Miller that brave thief,
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will needs go hang himself:
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All is for th love of me,
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but I doubt the Ropes to small:
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For honest Will, ile say so still,
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he doth exceed them all.
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ANd likewise simpering Hugh,
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he swears by day or night:
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Before hel lose his Love so true
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he is resolvd to fight:
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But though he is so stout,
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and the weakest goes to th wal,
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Yet honest Will, etc.
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Peter and Simon too
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might Live well on their means,
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But this is all the marks they do
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to follow Whores and Queans:
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And Roger is as bad,
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though of stature he is small.
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So honest Will, etc.
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Theres John and Jonathan,
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some Maids on them do prove:
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But if they knew what I do know
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theyd out of doors them shove:
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For if all be true thats told
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their Knave[r]y is not small.
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So honest Will, etc.
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The Reason if youd know
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I in brief will tell;
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Why I do praise sweet W[i]l[l]ian,
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or do Love him so well:
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He is of favor fair,
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he is neither too short nor tall.
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So tis honest Will, etc.
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He is of a comely feature,
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for beauty he wants none:
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He is his fathers only heir
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and well esteemed on:
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This makes [?] forth his praise,
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Forty thousand on a row,
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adorned near so fine,
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Theres none can make so brave a show
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like to the Love of mine:
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Besides hes valiant stout and strong
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none can him Coward call,
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So tis honest Will, etc.
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Had I ten ships on sail,
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all laden with Rich Pearl,
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Away from my Love ide never steal,
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but be his dearest Girl:
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No means should me intice
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him out ons name to call,
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For tis honest Will, etc.
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For so long as I have Life,
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or breath Remains in me,
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Ile be his true and Loving wife,
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in every degree:
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His Credit ile not stain,
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but please him still I shall,
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For tis honest Will, etc.
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And thus you pritty Maids
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my mind I have you told,
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How I love he that doth love me,
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far better then Rich Gold:
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But chuse you who you please,
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to grieve me it never shall,
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For tis honest Will, Ile say so still,
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that doth exceed them all.
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