The Secret Lovers:
OR, The Jealous Father beguil'd.
Loves Passion is not easily put under,
Nor faithful Lovers to be kept asunder;
Because you know the Proverb it is so,
That Love will creep, when as it cannot go.
To a West-Country Tune: Or, Alack for my Love I must dye.
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A Dainty spruce young Gallant
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that lived in the West,
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He Courted a young Lady,
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and real Love profest:
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And coming one Night to her,
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his Mind he thus exprest:
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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What is my Love a sleeping,
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or is my Love awake?
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Who knocketh at the Window,
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who knocketh there so late?
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It is your true Love, Lady,
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that for your sake doth wait.
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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Then open me your Father's Gate,
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and do not me deny;
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But grant to me your true Love,
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or surely I shall dye.
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I dare not open now the Gates,
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For fear my Father spy:
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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O Dearest be not daunted,
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thou needest not to fear,
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Thy Father may be sleeping,
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our Love he shall not hear;
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Then open it without delay,
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my Joy and only Dear.
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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MY Father he doth watch me,
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his Jealousie is so:
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If he should chance to catch me,
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O then what shall we do?
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Therefore I dare not venture,
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my Dear, to open now:
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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I wish there were no Hinges,
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nor yet no Key nor Lock;
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That I might come unto my Love,
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now she is in her Smock:
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O peace, and be contented,
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I hear my Father knock:
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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O Daughter dear, why are you
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out of your Bed so late?
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O Father, I am very sick,
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and in distressed state.
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Methinks I hear some body
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under your Window prate.
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And sing go from my Window Love go.
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O Father 'tis the Watch-men,
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this Evening, passing by.
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Hark how a faithful Lover
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can frame a pretty Lye.
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O Daughter I command you
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unto your Bed to hye.
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And sing go from, etc.
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Dear Father I obey you,
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and quickly I am gone;
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But yet I am not willing
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to leave my Love alone:
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So soon as you are sleeping,
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I down again will come.
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And sing go from, etc.
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And then she sent her Maiden
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unto her Chamber strait;
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And came unto her true Love,
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who at the Door did wait;
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And open'd him the Wicket,
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for all it was so late.
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And sing go from, etc.
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Then softly he did enter,
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and to the Lady said,
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My Love there is no danger,
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we cannot be betray'd:
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Let us enjoy our Pleasure,
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and never be afraid.
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And sing go from, etc.
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And thus this faithful Couple,
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their Wishes had at last;
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For all her jealous Father,
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the sweets of Love they taste:
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And when the Day appeared,
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her Love away did haste:
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And sing go from my Window Love g[o.]
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