Doubtful ROBIN;
Or, Constant NANNY.
A New BALLAD.
Tune of, Woud you be a man of Fashion, or, Doubting Virgin.
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DEarest Nanny prithee tell me,
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be so just as tell me true
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What hard fate was that befell me
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to be slighted so by you:I that thought your vows so lasting
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did imagine no deceit,
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But I find all your protesting
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to be nothing but a cheat.
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But I find etc.
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Tell me then thou faithless woman
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why thou dost so ill with me,
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Thou that did protest that no man
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ever was so dear to thee:
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Tho in vain I should perswade thee
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once thy promise to renew,
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Yet I pitty to upbraid thee
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that thou art so much untrue.
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Yet etc.
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Her Answer.
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Dearest Robin pray believe me,
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from my heart I freely speak,
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I did never yet deceive thee,
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nor my vows will never break;
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I did alwaies love you dearly,
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and no other man but you,
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My poor heart does shew it clearly,
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that I never was untrue.
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My poor heart etc.
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Tell me pray why you are frighted
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that I should unconstant prove,
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Or to think that you are slighted,
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or the least suspect my love;
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Tell me pray that I may mend it,
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if that any cause be due;
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I am sure I can defend it,
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for I never was untrue.
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I am sure etc.
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Take this kiss and take my heart too
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if that will confirm my dear,
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if you think I do not smart too,
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will you then believe this tear:Jealousie indeed may wrong us,
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and our sorrows may renew,
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if your fears bring that among us,
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tis in vain for to be true.
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If your fears etc.
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Yet my dearest ner shall find it
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that I ere will prove unkind,
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For I never yet design[]d it
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ever for to change my mind;
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Since you once believd I lovd you,
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know I still shall do so too,
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Let no jealous fancy move you
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for to think I am untrue.
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Let no jealous etc.
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Dearest Nanny ile believe thee,
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And reserve thee to my heart,
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For my jealous thoughts forgive me
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and we never more will part:
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All the day I will embrace thee,
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to my fears ile bid adieu,
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When at night I shall unlace thee,
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thou shalt say that I am true.
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When at night etc.
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But I hope that we are friends too,
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now thy patience I have tryd:This ile do for thy amends too
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whensoere you are my Bride,
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Theres my heart & theres my hand too,
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to all sorrows bid adieu,
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All I have you shall command too,
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since I find that you are true.
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All I have etc.
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So they seald up their indentures
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with a loving kiss or two,
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Married straight at all adventures,
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never Couple lovd so true;
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So I wish they may persevere
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in this happy way of life,
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Then true cause she will have never
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to repent she was a wife.
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Then true cause etc.
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