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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The Constant Country-Man.
Or, A Loving Dialogue between honest Thomas and his True-Love
Tune is, Woman Warrier. Licensed according to Order.

Man .
P Ritty Nancy my love,
I adore thee above
All Lasses that e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ver I courted;
For thy bright shining eyes
Does my senses surprize,
And thy glory, thy glory, I long have reported.

Nay, but Thomas , she cry'd.
Then it seems you have tryd
Young Maids, having fla-a-a-a-a-a-a-tered many,
Which discovers that you
Are both false and untrue;
And will never, will never, be faithful to any.

I must need speak the truth,
In the days of my Youth
With Damsels I th-e-e-e-e-e-e-en took my pleasure,
But I'm now wiser grown,
And I love thee alone,
O, I love thee, I love thee, my dear out of measure,

Maid .
Men are crafty when young,
With a flattering tongue.
They commonly str-i-i-i-i-i-ive to deceive us,
When our hearts they have won,
To another they run,
Thus ungraceful, ungrateful, young Batchelors leave us

Man .
They are more than unkind,
That can be of that mind,
But for mine own p-a-a-a-a-a-a-art I am loyal.
As a Token, I bring
Thee a delicate Ring,
Nancy therefore, O therefore, make no more denyal.

Maid .
Nay, your Ring you may keep,
Who have caus'd Maids to weep,
For my part i'm lo-o-o-o-o-ath to receive it,
You have long us'd the Trade
Of deceiving each Maid,
And I'm fearful, I'm fearful you never will leave it.

Man .
Loyal love, I declare,
And most solemnly swear,
No Creature now l-i-i-i-i-i-iving shall sever
My dear Jewel and I,
Then my Suit don't deny,
For I love thee, I love thee, I love thee for ever.

Maid .
Was I certain that you
Would be loyal and true,
My heart I would str-a-a-a-a-a-aight ways surrender,
And a promise I'd give,
That as long as I live,
I would honour, I'd honour, and love my pretender.

Love, I vow and protest,
As I hope to be blest,
I never inte-e-e-e-e-e-nd to deceive thee,
But will love thee as life,
And thou shalt be my Wife,
As a Jewel, a Jewel, or Pearl I'll receive thee.

Maid .
By the Powers above,
I believe thee my love,
Therefore I my F-a-a-a-a-a-avours am showing,
Here is hand, heart and all,
In thy Arms do I fall,
Where a Million, a Million of Pleasures are flowing.

Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back.

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