The kind hearted Maidens Resolution,
Wherein she doth show her real affection and true Love unto her dearest
friend.
Her Father and Mother they still do say no,
Yet she is resolved with her Love for to go.
To the Tune of, Jenny Jenny.
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NOw farewel dear Father
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and Mother also,
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Pray give me your blessing
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before I do go,
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Whether I travel
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on Sea or on Shore,
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For I will go with my Love
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all the world ore.
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But I hope my dear Daughter
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youl not be such a one,
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As to go and forsake us
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and leave us alone,
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Now we have brought you up
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and by you set great store
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Now you will go with your Love etc.
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But let reason rule you
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at home for to stay,
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And go not such a journey
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least you loose your way
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Thoust have all when we dye
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what wouldst thou have more,
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If thout not go with thy Love, etc.
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I vallue not your Riches
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nor your brave attire,
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So I have but the Man
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whom my heart doth desire,
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Theres no Locks nor Bolts
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shall keep me in a door,
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But I, etc.
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FOr his sight and his presence
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is dearer to me,
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Then all the rich Treasures
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ith world I can see,
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In my arms ile imbrace him
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his joys to restore,
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And I will go with my Love
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all the world ore.
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For what joy or what comfort
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has any young Girl,
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Though she wears rich jewels
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of Gold or yet Pearl,
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If her Sweet-heart be wanting
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her heart will be sore,
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So I, etc.
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Does not Ladies of Honor
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a man much regard,
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And shall I for his kindness
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with disdain him reward,
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No first ile be hanged
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upon the next door,
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For I, etc.
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Oh did not fair Phillis
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that Lady so bright,
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Unknown at her Gate
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fed her Husband and Knight,
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And at his death she
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grieved full sore,
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So I, etc.
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Then why may not I
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be as true as to my friend,
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As ever was Phillis
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unto my Lives end,
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Theres no inchanting tongue
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shall win me on no score,
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But I, etc.
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He may be in danger
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or sick he may lye,
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And for want of my company
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there he may dye,
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But ile be his Surgeon
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for to cure his sore,
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And I, etc.
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All that I can do for him
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the truth for to tell,
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Nothing shall be wanting
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my Love to maintain,
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Ile run through fire and Water
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or through the deep sore,
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But I, etc.
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His behavior and favor
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and so civil ins ways,
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That whoever sees him
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they give him the praise,
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Which makes me so much
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his fame to implore,
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And for to go with, etc.
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Hes no Ranter nor Swearer
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nor Drunkard at all,
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Yet hel laugh and be merry
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yet modest withall,
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Hes courteous and humble
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toth Rich and to Poor,
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Which makes me go with, etc.
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And thus have I told to
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young Maids in some part,
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The conditions of him
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whom I love as my heart
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But pray dont long for him
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nor yet cry nor Rore,
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For I will go with my Love
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all the world ore.
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