The two faithful Lovers,
Or, A merry song in praise of Betty.
Young-men and maids I do intend
To sing a song thats newly Pend;
And if you please to have it out
Twill please your fancies without doubt.
By T. B. Tune of, the amorous Damsel of Bristol City. With Allowance.
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IN a May-Morning as I was walking
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I heard two Lovers together talking;
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With words so sweet he spake unto her,
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And thus he did begin to wooe her:
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Said he well met my dearest Betty,
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Thou art a Girl that is wondrous pretty;
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If I could gain but your love and favour,
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Id b[e] thy dearest Love forever.
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Slight not Sweetheart this loving motion,
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A Hundred pound it is my Portion,
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But if we never injoy one penny,
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True-love is better than baggs of Money.
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Good sir your words are kindly spoken,
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But hasty love is soonest broken;
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Tis good for you observe your doing,
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And be not you too quick in wooing.
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If I should grant you my love to marry,
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Perhaps youd wish you did longer tarry,
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And in one Year begin to flout me,
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And wish that you had gone without me.
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Some men do flout their Wives, tis certain
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And say they might had better fortune;
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So thus they alwaies frown and lowre,
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And scarcely live one quiet hour.
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Sweet-heart my love on thee is fixed,
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Both night and day I am perplexed;
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Then prithee do not thou deny me,
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But come sweetheart and sit down by me.
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Doubt not sweetheart ile ner offend thee,
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My love is true which I pretend thee,
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Ile not forsake thee for Gold nor Money,
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Then do not slight me my dearest Honey.
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Betty b[l]ame me not for my speeches,
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I do not aim for Gold nor Riches,
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My heart is fixed without moving;
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Sweet Betty be thou kind and loving.
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Grant but to me thy Love and Favour,
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Both day and night I hard will labour
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If that I have but health my honey
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Thou shalt not want for Meat nor Money.
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Youngmen have such a way in wooing
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To vow and swear theyl still be loving;
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Yet in one Year there is small regarding
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Which makes some Maids repent their bar-gain.
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Yet if I thought your love was constant
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Which you pretend now at this instant,
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Methinks I cannot well deny thee
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Because with words you satisfie me.
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For what you said I do commend you,
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And in this cause I will befriend you;
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Ask but the good will of my Father,
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And you and I will joyn together.
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Oh now thy words it doth revive me,
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For I did fear thou wouldst deny me,
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While life doth last ile not forsake thee,
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Since for my wife I mean to take thee.
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There is never a Maid in London City
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In my conceit is like my Betty,
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She is so handsome in her favour,
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I think my self a blest to have her.
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So to conclude, I wish each Lover
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To prove so constant to each other
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As those two did, of whom ime speaking:
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There need not be so much heart-breaking.
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