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EBBA 31065

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True LOVE rewarded with LOYALTY;
Mirth and Joy after Sorrow and Sadness.
This young Man did walk in pensive Manner,
Being a Soldier under Cupids Banner;
In loving Terms he did express his Mind,
Still fearing that his Love would prove unkind:
But she to ease him from all future Pain,
Did chear his Heart, and grant him Love again.
To a new West-country Tune, called, O hark my Love; or, Flora Farewel.

AS I walkd forth to take the Air,
One Morning musing all alone;
I heard a young Man full of Care,
Thus to himself did make great Moan.

My dearest Dear and I must part,
So sad and heavy is my Heart,
It doth increase my Misery,
My Love that I must part from thee.

But no Leave of my Love Ill take,
I will now wander for her Sake;
And like Leander I will prove
So true and constant to my Love.

For dost thou think Ill vow and swear,
And not my Promise quite fulfil;
Then deal with me as I deserve,
If I be not thy true Love still.

My Lands and Livings are but small,
For to maintain my Love withal:
But with my Labour and my Pain,
My dearest Dear I will maintain.

Thy Friends do owe to me a Grudge,
Because to thee I bear Goodwill:
But stand thou up in my Defence,
And I will be thy true Love still.

If I had Gold and Silver store,
As much as ever Croesus won,
Twere all too little for my Love,
Considering what for me shes done.

Now Hand in Hand with thee Ill go,
Thro Mirth and Melody, and Wo,
Nay, thro the World Ill go with thee,
Whateer betides to my Body.

The pale facd Moon shall lose her Light,
The glorious Sun shall darkend be,
And Stars shall from the Heaven fall,
My Love, eer I prove false to thee.

There shall no Grass grow on the Plain,
Nor Blossom bud upon the Tree:
All Fruit shall have a deadly Wound,
My Love, eer I prove false to thee.

The swiftest River shall run back,
The Wind shall drive the Water-mill;
And the brightest Day shall turn to black,
If I be not thy true Love still.

Thus he did languish and complain,
And sore he was opprest with Grief:
At last his Love did hear his Moan,
And straight she came to his Relief.

The Maids Answer.
MY Dearest why dost thou complain,
And grieve my Heart, since I am true,
Fear not that I will thee disdain,
Ill never change thee for a new.

Thou shalt not part from me, my Dear,
Nor wander in an unknown Land,
A Part of all thy Grief Ill bear,
And always be at thy Command.

As true as ever Hero was,
To his Leander I will prove:
Were it to cross the Hellespont,
I would not fear to find my Love.

Thy Oaths and Vows I do believe,
And plainly I thy Love do see:It very much my Heart doth grieve,
That thou shouldst so lament for me.

What tho my Friends do at thee frown,
And will not yield I shall thee love?Fear not since I will be thy own,
And constant ever will I prove.

The Lambs shall with the Lions play,
And timerous Hares the Hounds pursue,
The Elements shall pass away,
Eer I to thee will prove untrue.

No Snow shall lie upon the Alps,
Nor Flames break out from AEtnas Hill,
The wild Beasts shall forsake their Walks,
If I be not thy true Love still.

Therefore, my Dear, let Sorrow cease,
Im come for to embrace my own.
Which will my former Joys increase,
For thee I love, and thee alone.

The Conclusion.
WHEN he had heard her sweet Reply,
His dying Spirits did revive;
Quoth he, for Love I will not die,
I am the happiest Man alive.

Blest be the Time that my true Love,
Did hither come to chear my Heart:
Her Constancy I now do prove,
Nothing but Death shall us two part.

Great Joy there was when they did meet,
And loving Compliments did pass;
And many Times with Kisses sweet,
He did embrace his amorous Lass.

Let all young Lovers that do hear
This Song, be faithful to their Choice;
Then each one may enjoy his Dear,
Which makes true Lovers much rejoice.

Newcastle upon Tyne, Printed and Sold by JOHN WHITE.

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