A pleasant new Song of two Valentines and their Lovers.
The tune is, Did you see Nan today.
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GOod morrow Valentine,
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God blesse you ever,
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Kind in your promises
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faithfull was never.
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Be thou still true to me,
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The kindest heart Ile be,
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That ever you did see,
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kisse and good morrow.
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I like my choyce so well;
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Love doth compell me,
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And force my tongue to tell,
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the truth is I love thee,
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Kindly I do request,
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That in your heart and brest,
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My love may ever rest,
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kisse, etc.
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There was never kind sweet heart
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That lusted for pleasure,
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Could find such a Valentine
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passing all treasure.
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I have obtain'd the thing,
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Which to my heart doth bring
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Great joy which makes me sing,
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kisse, etc
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When others sleep in bed
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I lye still musing,
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To think on my good hap,
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I had in chusing.
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To find such a Valentine,
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Bearing a faithfull mind,
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Courteous love and kind,
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kisse, etc.
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There is an old proverb
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That birds of a Feather,
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Upon St. Valentines day,
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will meet all together,
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So when true Lovers meet,
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With many a kisse full sweet,
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That day each other greet
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with kisse and good morrow.
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All you that have Val[e]ntines
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If they be faithful,
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You have a great blessing,
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therefore be thankfull
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And kind to them again,
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For else I tel you plain,
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Much love is spent in vain,
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kisse and good morrow
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If my Valentine for my sake
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Would be a Neat-heard,
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Wel could I find in heart
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to be a Shepheard,
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To keep sheep on a hill,
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So I might have my wil,
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To talk mith her my fil,
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while my flock scatters.
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Shal I live to deny
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My Valentine for ever,
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Refrain he[r] company,
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that wil I never,
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For if I her refrain,
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I must not come again,
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Nor for all worldly gain,
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for love lasts ever.
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Adieu to my true Love,
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Whom I loved ever,
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When I am out of sight,
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let not your mind waver:
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Though Valentines day be gone,
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And we not both as one,
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My love to thee alone
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shal be for ever.
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Good night to my Valentine,
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Now I have ended,
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To stay any longer,
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I cannot intend it.
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I wish all young-men kind,
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That bear a faithful mind,
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To give their Valentine
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a kisse and good morrow.
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