Sir William of the West:
OR,
The Entire Love and Courtship, between a Noble Knight and
Beautiful Mary; a Ministers Daughter in Dorsetshire.
Tune of The Ring of Gold. Licensed according to Order.
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YOung William met his Love
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taking her Pleasure,
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Whom he did prize above
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all Worldly Treasure;
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When she appeard in sight,
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said he, sweet Jewel
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Thou art my hearts delight
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O! be not Cruel.
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Let me one smile injoy
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thy heart surrender,
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Love be no longer Coy
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to thy Pretender;
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My fading Joys restore
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why shouldst thou grieve me?
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Thy Charms I do adore,
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dearest believe me.
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Mary my only Joy,
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pity thy Lover
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Do not my Life destroy
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while I discover,
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How I am here inflamd
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by thy fair Beauty
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Sure I cannot be blamd
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to own my Duty.
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I am commanded so
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by Cupids Power,
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Darts from whose fatal Bow
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soon will Devour
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My Life, if I deny
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to fall before thee,
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Therefore Love, live or dye
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I will adore thee.
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Five hundred pounds a year
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I am possessing,
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And if thou wilt my dear,
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grant me the Blessing,
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Thou shalt be Dame of all
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I cant deny thee,
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If now in Love I shall
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dearest, lye by thee.
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Here take both heart and hand
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I dearly love thee
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No Lady in the Land
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shall shine above thee,
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The same shall ever hold
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no Friend shall check thee,
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In Robes of shining Gold
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and Pearl Ill deck thee.
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Love had I now this day
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the Gold of Craesus
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Id not be drawn away;
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kind Heaven bless us:
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Still will I dote on thee,
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this is no Story,
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Thou shouldst a Partner be
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of all my Glory.
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The Damsel then replyd
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If you are Loyal
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I yield to be your Bride
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without denyal:
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Gain but my Friends Good will,
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Father and Mother,
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Whom I have honourd still,
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above all other.
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When you have their Consent,
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that we should marry,
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Then I am well content,
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long will not tarry;
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At their discretion I
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still will be guided,
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Who from my Infancy
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for me provided.
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I hope said he, my Love,
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theyll not deny me,
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If my sweet tender Dove
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will but stand by me.
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With that he streight did go
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in hopes to have her;
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They never answerd no,
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but freely gave her.
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She was a fair young Dame,
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a Parsons Daughter;
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He from a Baron came,
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of whom hereafter
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A large Account Ill give
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when I have leisure,
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How they in Triumph live,
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Joy, Peace, and Pleasure.
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