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MY pretty little Rogue
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do but come hither,
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With thee i'le not collogue,
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if thou'lt consider
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The pains for thee i've took,
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Cupid so wounds me,
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But now i'me in the Brook,
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if thou dost not love me.
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I'le forsake all my Kin,
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Father and Mother,
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I value not a pin,
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or any other;
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'Tis only thy sweet face
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the which doth move me,
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And I think thou hast some grace,
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and thou'lt love me.
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Riches i'le promise none,
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nor no great treasure,
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Because i'le do no wrong
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to thee my pleasure:
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But all that e're I have,
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thou shalt command it,
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And i'le maintain thee brave,
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thou'st understand it.
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My Word nor yet my Oath
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shall not be broken,
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Then take this sugered Kiss,
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in sign of Loves token.
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My heart is stern and true,
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then let pitty move thee,
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Ile not seek for a new,
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if thou'lt but love me.
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The Maid.
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Good Sir I thank you fine
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for what is spoken,
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But all's not gold that shines,
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and as for your token,
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I shall not it receive,
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though you do prove me,
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My joy thou'lt ne'r bereave,
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for I cannot love thee.
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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Young-Men can swear and lie,
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but who will believe them,
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All goodness they defie,
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and it ne'r grieves them,
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Only to tempt a Maid
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by their delusion,
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Therefore I am afraid
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breed confusion.
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A Maid had need beware
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that doth mean honest,
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Lest she falls in a snare
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when they do promise:
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For they will vow and swear
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they'l never leave you,
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But when they know your mind,
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then they'l deceive you.
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Therefore I will be wise,
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lest I be taken,
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In a Fools Paradise,
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and then be forsaken.
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Ile put no trust in man,
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to one nor other,
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Let them do what they can,
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if 't were my brother.
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The Man.
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My Dear you do but jest,
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I may boldly speak it,
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Of all I love thee best,
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prithee so take it.
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There is no flesh alive
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ever shall move me,
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If thou wilt be my Wife,
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i'le dearly love thee.
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Servants on thee shall tend,
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and come at thy pleasure,
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For I will be thy friend
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to bring thee treasure.
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What canst thou wish for more,
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then do but prove me,
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And thou shalt plainly find
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how dear I love thee.
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For means thou shalt not want,
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if I do gain thee,
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I have good house and land,
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for to maintain thee.
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I have good Sheep i' th field,
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and Beast's that's proving,
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All is at thy command,
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if thou'lt be loving.
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I'le give thee gold my dear,
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I'le give thee money,
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Then thou need'st not to fear,
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I'le be thy honey:
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No Lady in the Land
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ever shall move me,
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Thou'st have my heart and hand
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if thou'lt but love me.
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The Maid.
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Your words are very fair,
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I much commend you,
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Seeing you are so fair,
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thus I'le befriend you:
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Though at first I was coy,
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but to prove thee,
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Yet now I'le be thy joy,
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and dearly love thee.
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The young man hearing this,
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by the hand took her,
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The bargain seal'd with a Kiss,
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he ne'r forsook her.
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But strait to Church they went
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things were so carried,
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He gave his Love content,
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when they was Married.
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Thus all young Maids may find
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young men are honest,
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If they bear the like mind,
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true to their promise,
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But if they falsifie,
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who can believe them?
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And when they have lost their loves
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then it doth grieve them.
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