Cupids Delight; Or,
The Two young Lovers broyld in love.
This Young-man met his Lover on a Day,
And desired her a while with him to stay;
The Maid was civil, and did not deny,
That she might hear the Young-mans kind reply.
The Young man desird her for to be so kind,
That he might understand part of her mind;
The Maid with honesty, upon my life,
Did yield to be his lawful Married Wife.
The Tune is, If the Door is locked, where I have knocked; Or, The Valiant Trooper.
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THere was two Lovers that met together,
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all at a place where there was a Well;
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And there the Young-man to his Lover,
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spoke to the Maiden to try his skill:
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Sweet-heart if you will be pleasd to go
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to drink a Pint of Wine, if I may be so bold,
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Ile not change my old love for a new,
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for a Girl that wears a Gown of Gold.
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O little Cupid be thou but friendly,
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to help me forward with this my suit;
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That my Love to me she may speak kindly,
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now wer met together, and I am put tot:
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For pretty Peggy, my love is to thee,
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if I may speak and be so bold;
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Ile not change, etc.
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Thou art so neat in every part,
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and so beautiful unto my Eye,
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My pretty Peg thou hast stoln my heart,
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I can keep no other company:
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Thou art so fair without compare,
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thou art not too young, nor yet too old,
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Ile not change, etc.
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If ere a Phenix that there be,
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my pretty Peggy she is one;
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If thou and I can but agree,
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Ile be to thee a loving Man:
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Thou shalt not want for any thing
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that can be got, or for Money sold:
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Ile not change my old love for a new,
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for a Girl that wears a Gown of Gold.
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She is of such a civil Carriage,
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there is but few with her may compare,
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I long that we were joyned in Marriage,
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my little Peggy thou art my dear:
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Thou shalt wear Silks my pritty Girl,
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or anything thats for money sold,
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Ile not change, etc.
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O pritty Peggy, before we part,
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resolve me quickly then off or on,
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I am so Love-sick at my heart,
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and none can cure me but thee alone:
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Thou art the Maid that must save my life,
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or I shall dye before Im old,
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Ile not change, etc.
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INdeed sweet Sir, I was much to blame,
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if I should wrong my Love, I say,
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I never more should own my name,
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for my love to cast a man away:
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I will not tarry, but with you ile Marry,
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chear up my dear love with courage bold,
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Ile be your true Love, look for no new Love,
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what care we for a Gown of Gold.
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True love is better then Gold or Treasure,
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if you to me will but say and hold,
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A good husband is a Womans pleasure,
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there is no comfort like that Im told:
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I will love thee till the day of death,
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and make much of you when you are old,
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Ile be your true love, look for no new love,
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what care we for a Gown of Gold.
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Then the young-man he was very pleasant,
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when he heard the Maidens kind Reply,
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True love is never out of season,
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with them that useth constancy:
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Then he kist her sweetly and compleatly;
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and made up the bargain I was told,
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He changd not his true love, for a new love,
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for a Girl that wears a Gown of Gold.
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Now to conclude, and make an end,
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so lovingly they did agree,
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He made her his Wife and his bosom friend,
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and a gallant couple they were to see:
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She did not deny him, but for to try him,
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its a custom that all Maids do hold,
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He has his old love, he needs no new love,
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God send her not to prove a Scold.
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