The Constant Country-Man.
Or, A Loving Dialogue between honest Thomas and his True-Love
Nancy.
Tune is, Woman Warrier.
Licensed according to Order.
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Man.
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PRitty Nancy my love,
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I adore thee above
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All Lasses that e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ver I courted;
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For thy bright shining eyes
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Does my senses surprize,
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And thy glory, thy glory, I long have reported.
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Maid.
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Nay, but Thomas, she cry'd.
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Then it seems you have try'd
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Young Maids, having fla-a-a-a-a-a-a-tered many,
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Which discovers that you
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Are both false and untrue;
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And will never, will never, be faithful to any.
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Man.
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I must needs speak the truth,
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In the days of my Youth,
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With Damsels I th-e-e-e-e-e-e-en took my pleasure,
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But I'm now wiser grown,
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And I love thee alone,
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O, I love thee, I love thee, my dear out of measure,
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Maid.
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Men are crafty when young,
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With a flattering tongue,
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They commonly str-i-i-i-i-i-ive to deceive us,
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When our hearts they have won,
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To another they run,
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Thus ungrateful, ungrateful, young Batchelors leave us
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Man.
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They are more than unkind,
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That can be of that mind,
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But for mine own p-a-a-a-a-a-a-art I am loyal.
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As a Token, I bring
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Thee a delicate Ring,
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Nancy therefore, O therefore, make no more denyal.
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Maid.
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Nay, your Ring you may keep,
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Who have caus'd Maids to weep,
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For my part I'm lo-o-o-o-o-oth to receive it,
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You have long us'd the Trade
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Of deceiving each Maid,
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And I'm fearful, I'm fearful you never will leave it.
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Man.
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Loyal love, I declare,
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And most solemnly swear,
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No Creature now l-i-i-i-i-i-iving shall sever
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My dear Jewel and I,
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Then my Suit don't deny,
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For I love thee, I love thee, I love thee forever.
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Maid.
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Was I certain that you
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Would be loyal and true,
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My heart I would str-a-a-a-a-a-aightways surrender,
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And a promise I'd give,
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That as long as I live,
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I would honour, I'd honour, and love my pretender.
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Man.
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Love, I vow and protest,
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As I hope to be blest,
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I never inte-e-e-e-e-e-nd to deceive thee,
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But will love thee as life,
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And thou shalt be my Wife,
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As a Jewel, a Jewel, or Pearl I'll receive thee.
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Maid.
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By the Powers above,
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I beiieve thee my love,
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Therefrre I my F-a-a-a-a-a-avours am showing,
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Here is hand, heart and all,
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In thy Arms do I fall,
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Where a Million, a Million of Pleasures are flowing.
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