The faithfull woings of two Conntry Lovers.
The Young-man he with carriage bold,
did oft salute the Maiden,
And unto her these words he told,
his heart with love was laden;
And if to him her love she'd grant
he'd do his best indeavour.
To maintain her she should not want,
and he'd forsake her never.
Because he was poor the maid was coy,
and would not have him entertain'd
But at last he became her love and joy,
and much wealth with her he gain'd.
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AS I was walking forth of late
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in the prime of the weather,
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I spide a young man and a maid
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both walking close together.
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The man begun, and thus he sung,
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sweet heart do not forgo me,
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Love me little and love me long,
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for I do come to woo thee.
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Maid
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Woo me good sir for what intent:
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you surely do but jear me;
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I ne're knew yet what Love meant,
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how then should I love you dearly?
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I am too young to be a wife
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and no love I can afford ye,
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I hold still best a single life
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my Maiden head will not load me.
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Man.
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Ye do but jest sweet heart, quoth he,
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my honour so to stain love.
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My heart is Royal unto thee
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and so it shall remain love.
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My love is set on none but thee sweet heart
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meaning no harm to do thee
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Then let all sorrows from thee part,
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for I do come to woo thee.
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Maid.
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It is but in vain young man, quoth she
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to talk of such a matter,
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Then speak no more of Love to me,
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I know you do but flatter;
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For young men they will cog and lys
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and make much to abode yee,
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But I am resolved a maid to dy,
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my Maiden head will not load me.
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Man.
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'Tis true my dear, I must confess,
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that is but a light carriage,
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Yet I with I had the happiness
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to joyn with you in marriage
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Though I cant court and complement
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with fine speeches to thee,
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My heart is good and fully bent
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at this time for to woo thee.
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Maid.
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ALas! good sir your time you waste
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it so seems by your talking
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If that you be in such haste,
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I pray you now be walking;
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The door is wife you may be gone
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no love I can afford ye:
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I had rather still to lye alone
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my Maiden-head will not load me.
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Man.
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What is the cause, my Dear, of this
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you should be so offended,
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If I have spoke any thing amisse
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it shall be straight away amended:
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But what I speak is from my heart
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meaning no harm to do thee,
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Then let all sorrows from thee part,
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for my minde is still to woo thee.
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Maid.
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I see sorrow with you is rise,
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And joy dothy much refrain ye
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But if I should become your wife,
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pray, how would you maintain me:
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That is a thing to consider on,
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If love I should afford yee;
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Yet rather still to lye alone
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my Maiden head will not load me.
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Man.
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To maintain thee, my hearts delight,
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I'le do my best indeavour;
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I'le work for thee both night and day,
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and I'le forsake thee never.
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In wealth and woe on thee I'le tend
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so thou'lt set no man above me;
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My person thy life it shall defend,
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for dearly I do love thee.
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Maid.
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Well if you do but say and hold,
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what you do wnat I have it,
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I have seven hundred pound in gold
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thou shalt quickly crave it;
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All this to thee I'le freely give
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and never more forgo thee,
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But ever after while I live,
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I'le prove a good wife to thee.
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Man.
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He straight way took her by the hand,
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and a loving kiss then gave her,
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Quoth he, I am at your command
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to do my best endeavour.
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Now I am thine and thou art mine
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in spight of stormy weather,
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So they both took hand in hand,
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and both went home together.
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Man.
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Let all Lovers think on this,
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and be no more offended,
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And those that have done amiss
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strive in love to mend it.
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For my own part I gain'd a love
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the truth I will not smother,
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Though I was poor, yet she was rich,
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t'on will help out with t'other.
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