The Wanton Lover,
And the willing Mayd.
Exprest in a Souldier, whose Fancy is bent
To list himself in Cupids Regiment.
Look to it Mayds, let vertue be your guide,
With Troopers, 'tis no more but up and ride.
To a new Northern Tune, very highly in request.
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COme hither my own sweet Duck
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and sit upon my knee,
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That thou and I may truck,
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for thy Comodity.
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If thou wilt be my Honey
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then I will be thy own,
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Thou shalt not want for money,
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if thou wilt make it known.
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With hey ho my honey,
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my heart shall never rue,
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For I have been spending mony
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and amongst the jovial crew.
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I prethee leave thy scorning
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which our true Love beguiles,
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Thy eyes are bright as morning
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the Sun shines in thy smiles,
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Thy gesture is so prudent,
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thy language is so free,
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That he is the best student
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which can study thee.
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With hey ho, etc.
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The Merchant would refuse
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his Indies and his Gold
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If he thy Love might chuse,
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and have thy heart in hold,
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Thy beauty yeelds more pleasure
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then Rich men keep in store,
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And he that hath such treasure,
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never can be poore.
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With hey ho, etc.
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The Lawyer would forsake
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his wit and pleading strong
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The Reverend Judge would take
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thy part were it right or wrong.
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Should men thy beauty see
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amongst the learned throngs,
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Thy very eyes would bee
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too hard for all their tongues.
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With hey ho, etc.
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Thy kisses to thy Friend
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Surgeons skill out-strips,
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For nothing can transcend
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the Balsome of thy lips.
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There is such vital power
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contained in thy breath
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That at the latter houre
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raise a man from death.
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With hey ho, etc.
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Astronomers would not
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lye gazing in the skyes,
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Had they thy beauty got
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no stars shine like thine eyes.
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For he that may importune
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thy love to an imbrace,
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Can read no better Fortune,
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than is in thy face.
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With hey ho my honey
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my heart shall never rue,
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For I have been spending money
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and amongst the jovial crew.
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The second part to the same Tune.
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THe Souldier would throw down
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his Pistols and Carbine,
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And freely would be bound
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to wear no arms but thine,
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If thou wert but ingaged
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to meet him in the Field,
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Though never so much inraged,
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thou couldst make him yield.
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With hey ho, my honey,
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my heart shall never rue,
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For I have been spending money
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and amongst the jovial crew.
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The Sea-man would reject
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to sail upon the Sea,
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And his good ship neglect
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to be aboard of thee:
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When thou lyest on thy Pillows,
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he surely could not fail,
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To make thy breast his Billows,
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and to hoist up sail.
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With hey ho, etc.
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The greatest Kings alive
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would wish thou wert their own
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And every one would strive
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to make thy lap his Throne:
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For thou hast all the merit
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that Love and liking brings;
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Besides a noble spirit,
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which may conquer Kings.
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With hey ho, etc.
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Were Rosamond on earth,
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I surely should abhor her,
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Though nere so great by birth,
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I would not change thee for her.
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Though Kings & Queens are gallant
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and bear a Royal sway,
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The poor man hath his Tallent,
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and loves as well as they.
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With hey ho, etc.
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Then prethee come and kisse mee
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and say thou art my own
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I vow I would not misse thee
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not for a Princes throne;
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Let Love and I perswade thee
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my gentle sute to hear,
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If thou wilt be my Lady
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then I will be thy Dear.
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With hey ho, etc.
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I never will deceive thee,
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but ever will be true
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Till death, I shall not leave thee
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or change thee for a new,
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We'l live as mild as may be,
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if thou wilt but agree
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And get a pretty Baby
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with a face like thee.
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With hey ho, etc.
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Let these perswasions move thee
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kindly to comply
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There's no man that can love thee
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with so much Zeal as I;
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Do thou but yield mee pleasure,
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and take from mee this pain,
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I'le give thee all the treasure
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Horse and Men can gain.
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With hey ho, etc.
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I'le fight in forty Duels
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to obtain thy grace,
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I'le give thee precious Jewels
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shall adorn thy face,
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Ere thou for want of money
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be to destruction hurl'd
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For to support my Honey
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I'le plunder all the world.
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With hey ho, etc.
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That smile doth shew consenting
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then prethee let's be gone
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There shall be no repenting
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when the deed is done,
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My blood and my affection,
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strongly move,
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Then let us for this action
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fly to yonder Grove.
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With hey ho, etc.
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Let's lye down by these bushes,
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that are grown so high
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Where I will hide thy blushes
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there's no standers by,
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This seventh day of July
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upon this bank wee'l lye
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Would all were, that love truely,
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as close as thou and I.
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With hey ho my honey,
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my heart shall never rue.
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For I have been spending money,
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and amongst the jovial crew.
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