An ANSWER to
Unconstant WILLIAM,
OR,
The Young-mans Resolution to pay the young Lasses in their own Coin.
Tune is, Here I love, there I love, etc.
Licensed according to Order.
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I Am a brisk Batchelor airy and young,
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who courts the young Maids with a flattring tongue,
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I kiss and I squeeze them agen and agen,
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And vow I will Marry, but I know not when.
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Theres Bridget, nay Susan, young Nancy and Nell,
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To each of these Lasses fine Stories I tell;
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Soft Kisses I give them, a hundred and ten,
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And vow I will Marry, but I know not when.
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Sometimes to the Tavern with Betty I go,
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And like a true Lover much kindness I show;
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I Kiss, nay I hugg and I cuddle her then,
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And vow I will Marry, but I know not when.
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Sometimes a young Widow I happen to meet,
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I tell her with smiles that her joys ile compleat;
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[If she has] much Treasure ile honour her then,
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And vow ill be Marryd, but I know not when.
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So long as she lines me with Silver and Gold,
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A thousand sweet Charms in her Eyes I behold;
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I Kiss, and I hugg, and make much of her then,
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And vow I will Marry, but I know not when.
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So soon as her Treasure begins to decay,
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I think it high time to be packing away,
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Now if she calls after me, I answer then,
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That we will be Marryd, but I know not when.
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Last Week I did walk to the Royal Exchange,
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And there amongst Ladies my fancy did range,
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I singld out one, and I promisd her then,
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That we should be Marryd, but I know not when.
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Lacd Cravats and Ruffles as Presents she gave,
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To deck her young Lover both gallant and brave,
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With large protestations I promisd her then,
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That we would be marryd, but I know not when.
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She came to my Chamber one night, and no more,
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I taught her a Dance which she ner knew before;
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Now this being ended, I promisd her then,
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That we would be marryd, but I know not when.
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I scorn the lewd Harlots that Trade up and down,
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To pick up a Living all over the Town;
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I have pritty Lasses full threescore and ten,
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To whom I vowd marriage, but I know not when.
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To sixteen young Chamber-maids love I express,
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Who goes in their Towers, that delicate dress;
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Love-Letters and Sonnets to them I do Pen,
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And swear I will marry, but I know not when.
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Theres twenty young Nursery Maids in the Strand,
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Who every minute are at my command;
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But here I live merrily, telling um then,
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That I will be marryd, but I know not when.
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Each pritty facd Creature, its very well known,
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Will think herself blest to have one of her own;
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At which I salutingly answerd um then,
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That we will be marryd, but I know not when.
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Sometimes from the City of London I ride,
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Through many fair Counties to seek me a Bride;
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The Country pritty Girls I cuddle then,
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And swear I will marry, but I know not when.
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If any one has a desire to know
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What may be the reason I baffle them so,
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Young Women are seven times falser than Men,
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Therefore I will marry, but I know not when.
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I once lovd a Damsel as dear as my life,
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I Wood her and thought to have made her my Wife;
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But she provd a Wanton to all sorts of Men,
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Therefore I will marry, but I know not when.
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