THE
Faithful Lovers of the West.
Come joyn with me all you that Love,
And faithful to each other prove:
Example take by this my Song,
All you that stand within this Throng.
To the Tune of, As I walkt forth to take the Air. By William Blunden.
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WHy should I thus complain, on thee
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So cruelly thou murderest me,
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For unto thee it is well known,
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Thou art the Maid I love alone,
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In none but thee I take delight,
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I think on thee both day and night;
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I give to thee my heart away,
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Do not with hatred me repay,
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When first thy sweet face I did see,
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I thought that none was like to thee;
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I wish I had not seen the day,
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When first thou stolst my heart away.
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Hard is thy heart; harder then steel,
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Colder then Ice, that frost congeal;
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How many thousand times doth make,
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My heart to bleed for thy sweet sake.
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I was forewarned by thine eyes,
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Of thy most killing Cruelties,
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But Cupid hath so blinded me,
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Now I shall dye for love of thee;
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But O how good had been my case,
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That I had never seen thy face,
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My captive heart had then been free,
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But now I can love none but thee.
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When I am dead, this thou wilt say,
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That I have cast my love away;
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Too late twill be then to complain,
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If that you do, its all in vain.
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Therefore my dearest Love comply,
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And ease me of this cruelty;
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Let not me dye in this dispair,
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But grant thy love to me my dear.
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The Maids Answer.
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DOubt not my Love, nor do not fear,
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Thou art the man that I love dear,
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I did but try thy constancy,
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For I do love no man but thee.
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Then grieve no more, nor yet complain,
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Thy love to me is not in vain:For constant I will ever be,
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And I do lovt no man but thee.
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Wy shouldst thou say thy hart will break
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And all for love of my sweet sake,
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I constant to thee still will prove,
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[A]s ever was the Turtle-Dove.
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Nothing shall part my Love and I,
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Until the very day we dye:Wel live in love, and so agree,
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As man and wife they ought to be.
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The Young-Mans Answer.
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O thanks be to the Heaven above,
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Now I have gaind my dearest Love,
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Thy words doth me so much revive,
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I am the happiest man alive.
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Come let us to the Church away,
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And married be without delay:Although our Portions be but small,
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True love is better worth then all.
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So hand in hand away they went,
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And had their parents free consent:The musick then most sweet did play,
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And thus ended their Wedding day,
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Young-men and maids in love agree,
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And let thes song a pattern be:
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The price you know it is but small,
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A penny a piece, and take them all.
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