No Ring, no Wedding;
A merry new Song of the wooing there was,
'Twixt a zealous Young man, and a Cavalier Lasse,
He woos (and would wed) she will have no such thing,
Unlesse she may married be with a Ring
Have Ribons, and Gloves, Rosemary, and Bayes,
And all things that were in her fore-Fathers dayes.
The Tune is, The Parson of the Parish.
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Young-man.
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SWeet-Heart I come unto thee,
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hoping thy Love to win,
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I meane to try, thy courtisie,
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and thus I doe begin:
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If thou wilt be my Sweeting,
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then I will be thy Deare,
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What think'st of me, shall I have thee,
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thou pretty Cavalier.
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Maid.
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Good Sir you do but mock me,
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your mind is nothing so,
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You'l speake of Love, my thoughts to prove,
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and then away you'l go:
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For if you be a Round-head,
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(as to me it doth appeare,)
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You cannot (yet,) your fancy set,
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upon a Cavalier.
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Young-man.
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Sweet-Heart I speake in earnest,
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thy beauty hath me taine,
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And my true-love, to thee (my Dove,)
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forever shall remaine:
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My true affections to thee,
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such zealous thoughts doth beare,
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If thou consent, I am content,
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my pretty Cavalier.
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Maid.
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Your Sect is bent to false-hood,
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and I indeed am jealous,
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That this is but, the shell o'th' Nut,
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though your pretence be zealous:
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You have no cause to blame me,
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but I have cause to feare,
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'T would be your sport, to winne thee Fort,
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and spoyle the Cavalier.
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Young-man.
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My dearest do not doubt me,
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my Heart and Tongue agree,
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Now Cupids Dart, hath prick't my Heart,
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I love no Lasse but thee:
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Tomorrow wee'l be married,
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then take it for no jeere,
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In word and deed, I am agreed,
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to wed my Cavalier.
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Maid.
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Sweet Sir you are too hasty,
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to speake of such a thing,
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If I should yeild, to you the Feild,
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where is your Wedding-Ring:
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Your Bride-Gloves & your Ribons
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with other things that were,
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Fit for a Bride, all things provide,
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Ile be your Cavalier.
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Young-man.
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These are but Ceremonies,
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belong to Popery,
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Therefore we will, not use them still,
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but all such toyes defie:
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Wee'l hand in hand together,
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conjoyne (with joyfull cheare,)
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Few words wee'le need, Ile doe the deed,
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with thee sweet Cavalier,
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