The False-hearted GLOVER;
OR,
Fool and Knave well Fitted.
To the Tune of, Lilli Burlero.
Licensed according to Order.
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PRay now attend and listen a while,
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to a right new and Jocular Song;
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Which I declare, will cause you to smile,
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if that I am not much in the wrong:
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It is of a bonny Glover,
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I, and his Name I tell ye is John;
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He Courted young Mary, who was brisk and airy,
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but Marry'd at length with Foggy-ars'd Nan.
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While he did Court his amorous Love,
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what Protestations then did he make!
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Vowing his mind should never remove,
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no, he could freely Dye for her sake:
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Thus alas! she was deluded,
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I, and he prov'd a perfect Trappan,
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When leaving young Mary; who was brisk and airy,
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to Marry at length with Foggy-ars'd Nan.
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Morning and Night to Mary he'd go,
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swearing he lov'd her dearer than life;
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Thus he the heighth of Kindness did show,
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as if he meant to make her his Wife:
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Till at length he did deceive her,
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like a deceitful false-hearted Man;
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Yet faith he is fitted, and not to be pitty'd,
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because he hath taken Foggy-ars'd Nan.
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Mary she said, it would be his Lot,
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to Marry Nan, in Love to combine;
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But he declar'd an Earthen Piss-pot,
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he would despise for Silver more fine:
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Thus he often did compare her,
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like a deceitful flattering Man;
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Good faith he is fitted, and not to be pitty'd,
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because he hath taken Foggy-ars'd Nan.
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Forty good pounds in Silver and Gold,
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with his Love Mary he might have had;
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Which was a pleasant sight to behold,
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was he not then Distracted and Mad?
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Thus to leave her for another,
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who is in Debt as much as she can;
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The Glover is fitted, and not to be pitty'd,
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now let him make much of Foggy-ars'd Nan.
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Now she has got him fast in a Nooze,
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where he till Death a Slave must remain;
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He for the world now cannot get loose,
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but must endure the torture and pain:
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Some says that she will Cornute him,
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tho' he does watch as much as he can:
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E'faith he is fitted, and not to be pitty'd,
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he knows that it is the Humours of Nan.
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Upon a day it happened so,
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that a right brisk young Gallant was there,
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Into the Room Pill-Garlick did go,
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but to Affront them he did not dare:
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For a while he did stand peeping,
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like to a poor disconsolate Man:
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E'faith he is fitted, and not to be pitty'd,
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as knowing it is the Humours of Nan.
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What if we find the Fates have decreed,
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that he should be a Cuckold by course;
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And Mary she would not do the Deed,
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then lusty Nan she must upon force,
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Give the honest Spark his Fortune,
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for she alone is able, and can;
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E'faith he is fitted, and not to be pitty'd,
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as knowing it is the Humor of Nan.
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