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EBBA 31862

University of Glasgow Library - Euing
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Jonns Earnest Request:
Bettys compassionate Love extended to him in a time of Distress.
Late in the Night, when all was fast,
John came in both cold and wet,
And after some few words were past,
her Lover in she let.
To a Pleasant new Tune much in request. This may be Printed, R.P.

COme open the Door sweet Betty,
for tis a cold Winters night,
I rains, and it blows, and [i]t thunders,
and the Moon it dos give no light.
I is all for the love of sweet Betty,
that here I have lost my way;
Sweet let me lye behind thee.
untillit is break of Day.

I dare not come down Johnny,
nor I dare not now let you in,
For fear of my F[a]thers anger,
and the rest of my other Kin:

For my Father he is awak[e],
and my Mother she will us hear;
Therefore be gone sweet Johnny,
my Joy and only Dear.

If that thou dost love me, show it,
and do not in anger frown,
Thy Parents they need not know it,
if thou wilt come softly down:
Then prithee now dont deny me,
but come at thy Lovers Call;
For what tho I should lye by thee,
Ill do thee no harm at all.

Alas! I am loath to venture,
for if that they should awake,
As soon as the Door you enter
a Racket Im sure theyll make:
You k[n]ow that old Folks are froward,
and jealous of handsome Men,
And should we be over-powerd,
in what a case were we then.

Ill shelter my Dear from danger,
shoudshould any Outrage begin,
Thou knowest that I am no stranger,
then p[r]ithee Love let me in:
Long [t]ime in the Cold, Ive tarryd,
oh! pity the true Love John,
To morrow we will be married,
as I am an honest Man,

This is a fair pleasing Story,
which almost my Heart has won,
But if you should blast my Glory,
and have me when all is done,
My Father would surely chide me,
my Mother would scold and brawl,
And all the young Maids deride me,
oh! this is the worst of all.

Thy Johnny will neer deceive thee,
but love thee as dear as my Life;
Nor will I one hour leave thee,
untill thou art made my Wife:
Let me not stand any longer,
for why? dear Betty b[e]hold,
The Storm grows stronger and stronger,
and I am both wet and cold.

It was about midnight hour,
when John he did thus complain;
Poor heart! she had not the power
to let him stand in the Rain:
Without any longer dodging,
she opend the door with speed,
And let him into her Lodging,
good Man he had neer more need.

It being cold Winter Weather,
they strait did hurry to Bed,
And there they cuddld together,
and John got her Maiden-head.
She was of a courteous Carriage,
by which Johnny was won,
Next day they were joind in Marriage,
and was not this honestly do[ne]?

Printed for E. Bracksby at the Golden-Ball in Pye-corner.

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