The Secret Lover.
OR: The Jealous Father Beguild.
Loves passion is not easily kept under,
Nor faithful Lovers to be kept asunder;
Because you know the Proverb it is so,
That Love will creep, when as it cannot go.
To a West-Countrey Tune; Or, Alack for my love I must dye.
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A Dainty spruce young Gallant,
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that lived in the West,
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He courted a young Lady,
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and real love profest:
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And coming one night to her,
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his mind he thus exprest;
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And sing go from my Window love go.
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What is my Love a sleeping,
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or is my Love awake?
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Who knocketh at the Window,
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who knocketh there so late?
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It is your true love Lady,
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that for your sake doth wait,
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And sing go from the Window love go.
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Then open me your Fathers Gate
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and do not me deny;
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But grant to me your true love,
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or surely I shall dye:
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I dare not open now the Gates,
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for fear my Father spy;
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And sing go from my window love go.
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O Dearest be not daunted,
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thou needest not to fear;
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Thy Father may be sleeping,
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our loves he shall not hear:
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Then open it without delay,
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my joy and only Dear.
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And sing go from the window go.
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MY Father he doth watch me,
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his jealousie is so:
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If he should chance to catch me,
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O then what should we do?
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Therefore I dare not venture,
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my dear to open now.
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And sing go from my window love go.
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I wish there were no Hinges,
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nor yet no Key nor Lock;
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That I might come unto my love,
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now she is in her Smock:
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O peace and be contented,
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I hear my Father knock:
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And sing go from my window go.
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O Daughter dear why are you
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out of your Bed so late;
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O Father I am very sick,
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and in distressed state:
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Methinks I hear some body
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under your Window prate:
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And sing go from my window go.
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O Father tis the Watch-men,
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this Evening passing by;
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Hark-how a faithful Lover,
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can frame a pritty lye:
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O Daughter I command you
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unto your Bed to hye:
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And sing go from, etc.
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Dear Father I obey you,
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and quickly I am gone;
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But yet I am not willing
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to leave my Love alone:
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So soon as you are Sleeping,
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I down again will come:
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And sing go from, etc.
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And then she sent her Maiden
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unto her Chamber straight;
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And came unto her true Love,
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who at the Door did wait:
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And opend him the Wickit,
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for all it was so late:
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And sing go from, etc.
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Then softly he did enter,
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and to the Lady said:
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My Love there is no Danger,
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we cannot be betrayd:
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Let us enjoy our Pleasure,
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and never be afraid:
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And sing go from, etc.
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And thus this Faithful Couple,
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their wishes had at last,
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For all her Jealous Father,
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the sweets of love they taste:
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And when the day appeared,
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her Love away did haste:
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And sing go from my window love go.
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