The Faithful Lovers:
OR,
Tommy and Bettys Declarations.
To the Tune of, Tender Hearts of London City.
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TOmmy and his Love were walking,
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To each other thus a talking,
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when he did to her declare;
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None so pritty was as Betty,
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Betty was his onely dear.
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Dearest Betty do believe me,
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That I never will deceive thee,
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thou shalt be my onely care;
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None so pritty as my Betty,
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Betty was his onely dear.
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Whatsoever I am doing,
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Still my heart is Betty oweing,
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Betty is so Sweet and Fair,
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None so Pritty and so witty,
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Betty was his onely dear.
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When my Comrades they are Drinking,
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I am still of Betty thinking,
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sometimes almost dead with fear,
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But my Betty is so Pritty,
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she shall be my onely dear.
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Whensoe're I have the Honour,
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For to cast my eyes upon her,
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she does look so Charming fair,
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And so pritty, and so witty,
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that she always is my dear.
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Tell me then my pritty Sweeting,
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If you like this way of Greeting,
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or if Tommy must dispair,
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Dearest Betty, you are pritty,
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still let Tommy be your dear.
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Answer me my pritty Creature,
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Thou that art the pride of Nature,
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thou so much beyond compare,
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Say my pritty lovely Betty,
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shall poor Tommy be thy dear?
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HA! quoth she, and look'd amazed,
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Whilst upon his eyes she gazed,
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can you think I am unkind?
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No, I love ye, none above ye,
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and will never change my mind.
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I have not a womans nature,
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To be fond of every Creature,
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or to alter with the wind;
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No, I love ye, none above ye,
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and will never change my mind.
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Tommy is my only Treasure,
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All my joy, and all my Pleasure,
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where I have my heart confin'd;
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And I love him, none above him,
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and will never change my mind.
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All that Fortune can do to me,
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Tho' a Lord should come to wooe me,
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yet my Tommy he should find,
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That I love him, none above him,
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and will never change my mind.
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But if Tommy do mistrust me,
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Tho' my inward grief do burst me,
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when you no occasion find,
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Tho' I love ye, none above ye,
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that perhaps may change my mind.
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No, quoth he, my only jewel,
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I will never be so cruel,
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to mistrust were to dispair,
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For I love thee, none above thee,
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thou shalt be my onely dear.
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Then for to prevent miscarriage,
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They perfixt a day of Marriage,
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where their Friends together were,
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All contented, none lamented,
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true love makes a happy pair.
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