The Wealthy Grasiers Joyes
COMPLEATED.
Or, The Shepherd's beautiful Daughter obtained.
His Love was pure, and did endure,
And will forevermore;
Her Beauty bright is his delight,
And her he doth adore.
Tune of, Ladies of London, etc.
This may be printed, R.P.
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PRithee sweet Creature sit down by my side,
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I have no design to undoe thee;
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But am resolved to make thee my Bride,
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and therefore am coming to wooe thee:
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If that thou wilt but give thy consent,
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there needeth no more disputation;
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I shall have comfort and perfect content
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in thee, the sweet Girl of the Nation.
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Tell me, my dearest, if thou wilt be mine,
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nothing but Love I desire;
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All that I have in the World shall be thine,
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thy person I much do admire.
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Here I protest my love it is true,
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I never use dissimulation;
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Let me enjoy but the favour of you
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the beautiful Girl of the Nation.
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I Never fancied no Creature but thee,
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thou fair and most amorous beauty;
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I do desire thy servant to be,
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and count it no more than my Duty,
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Nay, and I call the Powers above
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to witness this my Oration,
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That I will never prove false to my Love,
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the Beauty of all the whole Nation.
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Here I do promise, and give thee my hand,
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my Love, that I'll never offend thee;
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But will endow thee with Houses and Land,
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and servants shall alwaies attend thee:
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Therefore if thou to love wilt agree,
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there needeth no more disputation;
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I never fancied no Creature but thee,
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the Beauty of all the whole Nation.
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Both Corn and Cattel I have a great stock,
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and young ones they daily are breeding;
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Three or four hundred Sheep in a Flock,
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with Lambs that are sweetly feeding;
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I will maintain thee gallant and brave,
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and thou shalt live free from vexation;
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Had I ten thousand times more than I have,
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thine, the sweet Girl of the Nation.
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Both night and day thou dost run in my mind,
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then prithee now do not deny me;
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If you imagine I will prove unkind,
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my dearest I'd have thee but try me:
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Here in my Arms I will thee infold,
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believe this my true protestation,
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For I do prize thee far better than Gold,
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thou beautiful Girl of the Nation.
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When he had told her his honest intent,
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she finding his Love so entire,
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This youthful Damosel did give her consent,
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and granted her true Love's desire;
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Then by the hand his Love he did take,
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and brought her home to her Relation,
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Where he protested he'd never forsake
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this beautiful Girl of the Nation.
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He was for making no longer delay,
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with her he was truly delighted;
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And the young Damosel appointed the day,
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their Friends they was likewise invited;
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That they in Love might both be linkt fast,
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according to Laws of the Nation;
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And when the Wedding is over and past,
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we'l give you a further Relation.
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