The Faithful Young Mans Answer
TO THE
Kind hearted Maidens Resoution,
[L]ikewise how he shows his full intent, his valorous mind; and his action
unto her whom he loves above all the rich treasures in the world.
To the Tune of, J[en]ny, Jenny.
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MY fairest my dearest
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ive heard what thoust told
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I vallue thy words more
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then Silver or Gold,
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Matter not for Riches
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for thou shall have store,
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If thou wilt go with thy Love
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all the world ore.
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As thou dost forsake Father
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and Mother beside,
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Ile make as much on thee
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what ever betide,
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Thou shalt be my Comrade
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on Sea or on Shore,
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[T]hen come and go with, etc.
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Though we Travel to Rome Love
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to France or to Spain,
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Yet do not you fear
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but we shall turn again,
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Ile secure thee from the Tyger
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the Wolf and the Bore,
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Then com, etc.
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As thou art so constant
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and steadfast in mind,
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As faithful a friend
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thou ever shalt find,
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Then assure thy self
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ile wrong thee on no score,
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Then come, etc.
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ANd if thou goest with me
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ile promise thee fair,
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Instead of one boy Love
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ile get thee a pair,
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Ile hug thee and kiss thee
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thy joys to restore,
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Then come and go with thy Love
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all the world ore.
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Though Sir Guy and St. George
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did venture their lives,
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Ile do as much for thee
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as they did for their wives,
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Ile be thy Champion
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against thousands and more,
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Then come, etc.
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He that seeks for to wrong thee
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ile venture my Life,
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And youl say a man can do
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no more for a Wife,
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But sighs for a Sweet-heart
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in battles so sore,
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Then, etc.
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Hang him from his dearest
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will once stir or flinch,
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Or hang him if he loves her
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wont fight for a Wench;
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Then give us more liquor
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though we run on the score,
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And come etc.
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Ile show thee what fashions
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Europe can devise,
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It may be by our travel
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we to fortune may rise,
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Thou knowst not what blessings
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the Lord hath in store,
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Then come etc.
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For to stay at home Love
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and sit by the fire,
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Theres no recreation
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unto thy desire,
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Then lets to the fair Love
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where musick is store,
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Then, etc.
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Love never be daunted
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nor yet do not fear,
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But I will be faithful
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unto thee my Dear,
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No tongue nor yet beauty
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shall thy fame adore,
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Then, etc.
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He that woud wrong thee
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is worse then a few,
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And he is a Knave
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that will not prove true,
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Such doings I hate
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and shall love thee the more,
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Then; etc.
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Though I dont praise thy feature
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as thou hast done mine,
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Yet ile stick as close to thee
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as the Bark to the Vine,
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Therefore do not tarry
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but bar up the door,
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Then, etc.
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And thus my own dearest
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ive told thee my mind,
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And nothing but truth
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thou by me shalt find,
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Then take this kiss
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for ile now say no more
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But come and go with thy Love
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all the wor[l]d ore.
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