The courteous Shepherdesse.
Who, though her Love so often denies,
The Northern Lad, at last, obtaines the Prize.
To the Tune of, Laddy lye neere me.
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BLith Lad, I prethee goe,
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thou wilt deceive me:
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If long thou flatter so
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I shall beleeve thee.
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Flye away, flye away,
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come no more to me;
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If here you longer stay,
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faith you will undo me.
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Nay fie, you lye too neere,
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Ile not indure it:
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All the Art you have here,
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cannot procure it.
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Fly away, flie away, etc.
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Be gone, or as I live,
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Ile call your Mother:
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Here's the last kisse Ile give,
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nay fie, you smother.
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Flie away, flie away, etc.
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In troth you strive in vaine,
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tis but a folly,
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Twill but procure disdaine
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and melancholly,
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Flie away, flie away,
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come no more to me:
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If here you longer stay,
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faith you will undo me.
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Harke, hark, I heare a voyce
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now cease to woo me,
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Sure tis my Fathers voyce,
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he's coming to me.
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Flie away, flie away,
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come no more to me:
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If here you longer stay,
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faith you will undo me.
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Was ever mayd perplext,
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thus with a Lover?
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I swere you'l make me vext,
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prethee give over.
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Flie away, flie away, etc.
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I know I am too kinde,
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good words may sway me;
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I finde a yeelding minde
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that will betray me.
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Flie away, flie away, etc.
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Pray keepe your vowes and oaths,
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I cannot heare you;
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If thus you spoyle my cloathes,
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Ile not come neere you.
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Flie away, flie away,
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come no more to me:
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If here you longer stay,
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faith you will undo me.
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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NOw let us sit and heare
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the feather'd Singers:
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Faith if you come so neere,
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Ile pricke your fingers.
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Flie away, flie away,
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come no more to me:
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If here you longer stay,
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faith you will undo me.
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Indeed Ile kisse no more,
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why doe you pull me?
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You had as good give ore,
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you shall not gull me.
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Flie away, flie away.
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What will the world suppose,
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when my owne blushes
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Declares my Virgin Rose
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pluck'd from the bushes?
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Flie away, flie away, etc.
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Then prethee lets depart,
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I finde the building
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To weake, that holds my heart,
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I shall be yeelding.
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Flie away, flie away, etc.
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The Virgins all will cry,
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Oh fie upon her,
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[?]ld she not once deny,
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[?]o save her honour?
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Flie away, flie away,
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come no more to me:
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If here you longer stay,
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faith you will undo me.
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And yet I doe beleeve,
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were they but by him,
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To heare him plead and grieve,
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they'd not deny him.
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Flie away, flie away,
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come no more to me:
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If here you longer stay,
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faith you will undo me.
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I doe not bid you fly,
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with will to hurt you:
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But if you stay so nigh,
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I feare my vertue.
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Fly away, flye away.
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I know I am so weake,
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should you stay [?]er,
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You have an Art [?]ake,
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would make y[?]nger.
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Fly away, fly away[, etc.]
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Then let us par[?]
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to quench the [?]
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Each wanton kis[s?]
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enflameth the [?]
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Fly away, fly away, [etc.]
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Aye me, that all I say
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cannot content you:
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Take love and life away,
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and then repent you.
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Never flie, never flie,
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now you have won me:
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And I will never cry,
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faith you have undone me.
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