EBBA 36865
British Library - C.121.g.9
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The Young Man's Answer
To the Loyal Maidens Complaint.
To the same Tune.
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My dearest love you are to blame,
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Thus for to grieve or to complain;
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For tho' I other Maids did view,
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Yet all my thoughts are still on you
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For thou are she both Day and Night
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On whom I place my chief Delight
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And tho I have choise of Women two,
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I never can love one but you.
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If I did often swear and vow
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I would love none but only thee
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My dearest love shall find it now
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That I will ever faithful be
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What tho I was at Chatam Town,
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Where once I went and sat me down,
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And took another on my knee,
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It was to try your constancy
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For I did hear you was unkind,
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And in my absence change your mind;
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But since I find your Loyalty,
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I'll be as Loyal unto thee,
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I fain would know the reason why
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You Tax me thus with Perjury
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And say I'm false and cruel too,
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Yet I love none but only you,
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There is a Maid is lovely brown
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That lives indeed at Chatam Town
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To her I said I would prove true,
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But what I spake was meant to you,
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What tho your friends would not agree
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That you and I should wedded be
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Yet all the World shall ne'er prevent
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Since I have got they own consent
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I to my love will quickly fly,
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And in my Arms she then shall ly
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Then all the World shall plainly see,
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I love you true, as ye love me,
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Then dearest love pray cease to mourn
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'Twill not be long e'er I return;
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For none but thee I will adore,
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What can you then desire more:
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I understand the grief and woe,
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Which you for me do undergo,
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And Pity all the pains you bear;
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For I'm resolv'd to cease your care,
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My love this Ring I send to you,
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In token that I will prove true
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The Poesy is you have my Heart
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And untill death we'll never part
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My dearest love then weep no more
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But all your sorrows pray give o're;
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For I have love in store for thee
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As much as you can have for me.
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But yet my Love and dearest Dear,
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Upon the Men you're too severe;
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For to the World it is most plain,
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Some Women are more False than Men.
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