True LOVE without DECEIT;
Poor Strephon sadly doth lament
Cause Phillis is unkind,
Yet vows that she shall never see,
In him a change of Mind.
To the Tune of, over Hills and High Mountains.
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UNfortunate Strephon
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Well mayest thou complain
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Since thy cruel Phillis
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Thy Suit doth disdain
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But let her persist
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In her fierce Tyranny
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Yet I will be faithful
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To her till I dye.
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Through Woods & through Desarts
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Ile privately walk
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And there of my Phillis
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Ile mournfully talk,
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Where the pretty sweet Birds
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With my moan shall comply
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For I will be faithful,
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To her and,
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Ah Phillis Remember
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That thou art unkind
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Ah Phillis remember
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Thou art still in my mind,
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Ah Phillis remember
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My true Constancy,
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For I will,
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To the,
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But mind for thy sake
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How the World I do range,
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And though thou art cruel
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Yet I will not change,
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For thou like an Angel
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Dost seem in mine eye
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And I will,
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To thee,
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Sometimes in a Dream
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I slumbring do lye,
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And then my dear Phillis
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Appears to mine Eye,
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And straight all my Senses
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Away from me flye,
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And I vow to be.
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To her etc.
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But when I awake and
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Do find twas a Dream,
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Just like one distracted,
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I presently seem,
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And cry that a hapless
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Poor Lover am I.
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Yet vow,
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To thee etc.
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What canst thou propose
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To thy self for to gain,
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By keeping thy Lover
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Fast lockd in a Chain?
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Or why dost thou send me
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Such Darts from thine Eye
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Who Vow,
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To thee etc.
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No Prayers nor Tears
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With thee can prevaile
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Till Death by Commission
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Takes me to his Jayl,
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For whilst I do live
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This shall be my cry,
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That I will be
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To, etc,
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Since nothing can move thee.
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I still must despair,
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Since thou wilt not love me
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It adds to my Care
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Since I for thy sake still
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In Fetters must lye
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Yet I will,
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To thee etc.
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Thus Strephon continud
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His Making complaint
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But he wanting breath then
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Began for to Faint
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And with the last Breath
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That ere from him did fly
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Still said heed be faithful
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Until he did dye.
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