True LOVE rewarded with LOYALTY;
OR,
Mirth and Joy after Sorrow and Sadness.
This young Man did walk in pensive Manner,
Being a Soldier under Cupids Banner;
In loving Terms he did express his Mind,
Still fearing that his Love would prove unkind:
But she to ease him from all future Pain,
Did chear his Heart, and grant him Love again.
To a new West-country Tune, called, O hark my Love; or, Flora Farewel.
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AS I walkd forth to take the Air,
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One Morning musing all alone;
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I heard a young Man full of Care,
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Thus to himself did make great Moan.
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My dearest Dear and I must part,
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So sad and heavy is my Heart,
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It doth increase my Misery,
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My Love that I must part from thee.
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But no Leave of my Love Ill take,
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I will now wander for her Sake;
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And like Leander I will prove
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So true and constant to my Love.
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For dost thou think Ill vow and swear,
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And not my Promise quite fulfil;
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Then deal with me as I deserve,
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If I be not thy true Love still.
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My Lands and Livings are but small,
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For to maintain my Love withal:
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But with my Labour and my Pain,
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My dearest Dear I will maintain.
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Thy Friends do owe to me a Grudge,
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Because to thee I bear Goodwill:
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But stand thou up in my Defence,
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And I will be thy true Love still.
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If I had Gold and Silver store,
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As much as ever Croesus won,
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Twere all too little for my Love,
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Considering what for me shes done.
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Now Hand in Hand with thee Ill go,
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Thro Mirth and Melody, and Wo,
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Nay, thro the World Ill go with thee,
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Whateer betides to my Body.
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The pale facd Moon shall lose her Light,
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The glorious Sun shall darkend be,
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And Stars shall from the Heaven fall,
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My Love, eer I prove false to thee.
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There shall no Grass grow on the Plain,
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Nor Blossom bud upon the Tree:
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All Fruit shall have a deadly Wound,
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My Love, eer I prove false to thee.
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The swiftest River shall run back,
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The Wind shall drive the Water-mill;
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And the brightest Day shall turn to black,
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If I be not thy true Love still.
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Thus he did languish and complain,
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And sore he was opprest with Grief:
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At last his Love did hear his Moan,
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And straight she came to his Relief.
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The Maids Answer.
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MY Dearest why dost thou complain,
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And grieve my Heart, since I am true,
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Fear not that I will thee disdain,
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Ill never change thee for a new.
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Thou shalt not part from me, my Dear,
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Nor wander in an unknown Land,
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A Part of all thy Grief Ill bear,
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And always be at thy Command.
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As true as ever Hero was,
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To his Leander I will prove:
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Were it to cross the Hellespont,
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I would not fear to find my Love.
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Thy Oaths and Vows I do believe,
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And plainly I thy Love do see:It very much my Heart doth grieve,
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That thou shouldst so lament for me.
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What tho my Friends do at thee frown,
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And will not yield I shall thee love?Fear not since I will be thy own,
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And constant ever will I prove.
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The Lambs shall with the Lions play,
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And timerous Hares the Hounds pursue,
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The Elements shall pass away,
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Eer I to thee will prove untrue.
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No Snow shall lie upon the Alps,
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Nor Flames break out from AEtnas Hill,
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The wild Beasts shall forsake their Walks,
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If I be not thy true Love still.
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Therefore, my Dear, let Sorrow cease,
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Im come for to embrace my own.
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Which will my former Joys increase,
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For thee I love, and thee alone.
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The Conclusion.
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WHEN he had heard her sweet Reply,
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His dying Spirits did revive;
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Quoth he, for Love I will not die,
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I am the happiest Man alive.
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Blest be the Time that my true Love,
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Did hither come to chear my Heart:
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Her Constancy I now do prove,
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Nothing but Death shall us two part.
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Great Joy there was when they did meet,
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And loving Compliments did pass;
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And many Times with Kisses sweet,
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He did embrace his amorous Lass.
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Let all young Lovers that do hear
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This Song, be faithful to their Choice;
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Then each one may enjoy his Dear,
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Which makes true Lovers much rejoice.
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