The West Country Wooing,
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The Merry conceited Couple.
In pleasant terms, he lets her know his mind,
And fairly wooes her, for to make her kind:
At first she seemed coy to his perswasion,
And put him off, with many a sly evasion:
But finding at the last his love was constant,
Her heart she did resign from that same instant.
Tune of, When Sol will cast no light: Or, My pritty little Rogue.
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MY Joy and only Dear:
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come sit down by me,
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For thou shalt plainly hear
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I mean to try thee,
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If thou canst love a Lad
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brisk, young and lively,
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I'le make thy heart full glad,
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thou shalt live finely.
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Thy pritty rowling eye,
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and waste so slender,
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Thy fore-head smooth and high
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thy lips so tender
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Hath so ensnar'd my heart
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that I must love thee
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Therefore I'le not depart,
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till pitty move thee.
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Alas kind Sir, she said,
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what hath possest ye,
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For to delude a Maid,
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be not so hasty,
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Your flattering words that past,
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can no ways move me;
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For to repent at last,
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or yield to love ye,
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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WE know that young-men can
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cog, lye, and flatter,
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And make vows, now and then,
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to mend the matter;
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With such slights cunningly
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they do deceive us,
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Bring us to beggary,
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and then they leave us.
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Fear not my Dear, (quoth he)
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that I dissemble,
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Or that such false young men,
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I do resemble,
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I have both house and land
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good gold and riches,
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And all at thy command:
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pray mark my speeches.
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Your house and land perhaps
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you think may move me,
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But I fear after claps,
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if I should love ye,
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Therefore my Maiden-head,
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I will make much on't,
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For ne're a false young-man
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shall have a touch on't.
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O stay my Love he said,
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make further tryal,
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Be not so resolute
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in your denial,
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Fear not but you shall find,
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I will content thee,
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And bravely please thy mind,
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none shall prevent me.
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What pleasure can a Maid
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find in your dealing,
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When you her kindness think,
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not worth concealing,
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Young-men are apt to blab
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what's done in private,
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And well I understand
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what 'tis you drive at.
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My pretty Rogue, he said,
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do not misdoubt me,
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Why should you live a Maid,
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and think I flout ye,
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In my love, I promise,
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for to persever,
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And seal it with a kiss,
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to last forever.
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If that you love as much
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as you profess it,
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And that your truth is such,
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as you express it,
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Quoth she take hand and heart,
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and use your pleasure,
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For I will never part,
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from such a treasure.
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O how it Joyes my mind,
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(quoth he my jewel,
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That thou wilt now be kind,
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and no more cruel,
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Venus that Goddess she
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will smile to know it,
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How we in love agree,
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when we shall shew it.
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So from that happy hour,
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they were united,
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And to a pleasant Bower,
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he her invited,
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Where they with sport and play,
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kindly imbracing,
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There past the time away,
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Lovers Joyes tracing,
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