LOVE in a Bush:
OR,
The two Loyal Lovers Joy compleated.
She seemd to slight her Hearts delight,
which caus[]d him to complain:
But when she see his Loyalty,
she made him glad again.
Tune of, Oh so ungrateful a Creature. This may be printed. R. P.
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ONe Evening in Summer season,
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when each Lad walks with his Lass,
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In the cool shades which are pleasing,
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as by a Grove I did pass,
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My wandring fancy contenting,
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musing m[y] self all alone,
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I heard a youngman lamenting,
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making this sorrowful moan.
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O cruel Maid! thus to slight me
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whom you once loved so dear;
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There is nothing can delight me,
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since my fate is so severe,
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Just in the bright of my Blessing
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to turn my pleasure to pain;
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And when I should be possessing,
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to cure me with her disdain.
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You little Birds that flock hither,
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and in this Grove do abide,
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Witness how oft she vowd never
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nothing our Hearts should divide:
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Yet now her love it is ended,
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and I the cause cannot tell;
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If I have ever offended,
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it was in loving too well.
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When I, with sorrow surrounded,
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move her to pitty my pain,
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The more I sue I am wounded
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with the Darts of her disdain:
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If that the love of another
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makes her deny me relief,
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Yet I for ever will love her,
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though shes the cause of my grief.
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O ye kind powers befriend me,
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and in her Breast pitty move,
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That she some comfort may send me,
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since I so constant do prove:
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Though she give me a denial,
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thus by her unconstancy,
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Yet I will ever be loyal,
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and her true Lover will dye.
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When he had ended this Ditty,
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he was about to depart;
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Then a young Damosel most pretty
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out of a Bush there did start:
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Who to the young-man then going,
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Let not sad Grief thee annoy:
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Thus she said while Tears was flowing
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with the Excess of her joy.
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Dearest, since I unperceived
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heard you your passion express,
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And thereby my doubts relieved,
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now I the truth will confess:
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To try your Love I denyd you,
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which since I find to be true;
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I will love no one beside you,
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therefore bid Sorrow adieu.
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Though I did seem so ungrateful
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as your true Love do disdain,
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Yet in my heart I was faithful,
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and so I still will remain:
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Happy is she, my dear jewel,
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that such a Lover can find;
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Ah! who coud ever be cruel
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to one so constant and kind?
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All the sad grief you indured
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was for my sake I do know;
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Therefore you may be assured
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that I my Heart will bestow
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On thee without a denial;
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witness ye Powers above,
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That I will ever be loyal
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and true to thee my dear Love.
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Thus with sweet kisses expressing
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unto the young-man her mind,
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Who wrapt with joy such a Blessing
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so unexpected to find,
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Gave her a thousand sweet Kisses,
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both their joys then was compleat.
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There is no Maiden but wishes
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such a true Lover to meet.
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