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British Library - Roxburghe
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The Constant Country-Man.
Or, A Loving Dialogue between honest Thomas and his True-Love
Nancy.
Tune is, Woman-Warrier. Licensed according to Order.

Man.
PRitty 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.

Maid.
Nay, but Thomas, she cryd.
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.

Man.
I must needs speak the truth,
In the days of my Youth,
With Damsels I th-e-e-e-e-e-e-en took my pleasure,
But Im 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-i-ive to deceive us,
When our hearts they have won,
To another they run,
Thus ungrateful, 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 causd Maids to weep,
For my part Im lo-o-o-o-o-oth to receive it,
You have long usd the Trade
Of deceiving each Maid,
And Im fearful, Im 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 dont 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-aightways surrender,
And a promise Id give,
That as long as I live,
I would honour, Id honour, and love my pretender.

Man.
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 Ill 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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