Loves Fierce Dispute
AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG
Sung with its own proper tune,
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A Fierce Dispute of late there was
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Between a young Man and a Lass;
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First he began to Complement,
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Thinking her humor to content;
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And with these words he did her greet
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Thrice welcome unto me my sweet;
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I pray you now before you go,
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If you love me, tell me so.
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Kind Sir she said, I pray be mute,
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Break off discourse and slack your sute,
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For I am not dispos'd at all,
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To come at every young Mans call:
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Nor shall blind Cupid with his dart,
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Make an incision in my Heart;
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Therefore forbear my Company,
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I cannot love thee no not I.
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My love to thee is most intire,
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And this of thee I do desire,
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To speak the very truth of mind,
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That I the truth thereof may find,
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And as your are a vertuous Maid,
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Make answer to that which I have said,
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Whether you are my freind or foe,
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If you love me tell me so.
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The Lass to him replyed again,
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I am a Maid I tell you plain,
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And as I am a Maid, quoth she,
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So take this Answer now of me,
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I have no Love for thee in store,
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Therefore I pray thee tempt no more,
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These words I'll say untill I dy,
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I cannot love thee no not I.
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Ill give thee Gold, I'll give thee Pearl,
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If thou will fancie me my Girl,
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I'll give the House, I'll give thee Land,
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I'll give thee silver in thy hand,
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I'll give thee costly Robs to wear,
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That not one shall with thee compare,
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Then never stand to answer no,
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If you love me tell me so.
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Its not your Gifts shall me entice
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To change my vertue into Vice,
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Nor shall that flattering tongue of thine,
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Inchant the settled heart of mine,
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I had rather go in needy rags,
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Then have thee with thy Golden Bags,
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I am resolved a Maid to dy,
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I cannot love thee no not I.
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If no perswasion may thee move,
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To change this hate and fall to Love,
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There is no other hopes of me,
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But I will die for love of thee,
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Then may the World both judge & say
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That thou hast cast a Man away,
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To save my Life before you go,
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If you love me tell me so.
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Suppose thou might my life command
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A naked Sword drawn in my hand,
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And that thou aimst to Pierce my heart,
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I sure would take it in good part,
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I had rather so to end my Life,
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Then for to yeild to be thy wife,
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And for my own part live or dy,
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I cannot love thee no not I.
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Why then farewell thou scornfull dame
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As thou art stout I'll be the same,
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And as thou hast been coy to me,
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Hence forth I'll do the like by thee,
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I make no doubt e're long to find,
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A love agreeing to my mind,
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Adieu, adieu, my unkind foe,
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Thou never more shall say me no.
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Nay stay sweet love run not too fast,
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You make as if you were in haste.
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Before you go take here a Kiss,
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In token of a true lovers bliss.
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Take hand & heart & all that's mine
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Henceforth forever shall be thine
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I'll be thy true and loving Wife,
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Whilst I possess my breath and life.
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Now are the bitter storms all past,
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Sweet crums of comfort comes at last
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The raging winds doth cease to blow,
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And Bacchus cups doth overflow,
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My Love hath tyed a true Loves knot,
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Her Love shall never be forgot.
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Though she at first did say me no
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She's now my own and shall be so.
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