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Beinecke Library - Michell-Jolliffe
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The fair Lady of the West:
The fortunate Farmers Son.
Relating, how a Gallant young Lady in the West-Country, Being courted by many Persons
of Quality, refused them all, and cast her Affections upon a Farmer's-Son; to whom she
discovered her love; And, having neither Father nor Mother living to Contradict her,
they were privately Married to both their Hearts desire; And now, live in joy and hap-
py Content.
This may a pattern be to young and old;
True Love is to be vallued more than Gold.
Tune of, A gallant Damosel in Bristol-City, etc. or, William the Weaver.

A Beauteous Lady of comely carriage,
whom many a gallant sought in Marriage;
But she, with Modesty refuseing
would have a Lover of her own chuseing.

Both noble Knights, and worthy Squirects,
to gain her love it was their desires.
But she consented not to any,
although she courted was by many.

With patience she the time prolonged,
whilst many Suitors about her thronged:
Which gave her little Satisfaction,
but in her mind did breed distraction.

For often-times she would confess it,
And to her friends she did express it:
He is not come yet, that I shall marry;
and therefore, longer I yet must tarry.

At length, one day she did discover
the party that should be her lover:
A Farmers Son, of brisk behaviour;
He is the man must win her favour.

He wore no Robes off rich attire,
for to Inflame her hearts desire:
But yet his person did so please her,
that C[upid wit]h his Dar[t] did [Seize her.]

STrange fancies in her mind did waver,
that one of low desent should have her:
Yet, by no means, she could withstand it,
since destiny did so command it,

Being thus tost in Cogitation
she asked no ones Approbation:
But sending for her dearest Lover,
to him she did her mind discover.

Quoth she, your pardon, Sir, I crave it;
and by your Looks, I hope to have it:
Call not my modesty in question,
for making of this bold transgression:

My heart is prisoner at your pleasure:
the God of Love hath made a Seizure:
Then let my Love be kindly taken,
that I may never be forsaken,

I want no honour, nor no riches;
onely Love my heart bewitches:
For, many a Gallant I disdained,
who my affections nere obtained.

Then since it is my happy fortune
your Love at this time to Importune:
'Tis your kind Answer I desire,
which for my Love I do require.

The young man being much amazed,
upon her Beauty long he gazed:
Admiring at her great perfection
which brought his heart into Subjection,

At length, being with Love Surprized,
this loveing Answer he devized:
And breaking Silence, to her Honour,
he thus replyed in Humble Manner:

Fair Lady, if your love be reall,
I should be loath to make deniall:
But bless my fates for such a fortune,
If of your Love I may be certain.

And Madam, since it is your pleasure,
for to possess me of a Treasure:
Of which, I am so far unworthy,
with heart and Soul, Il'e ever love thee.

Although I lowly am descended
with kindness all shall be amended:
And what I want in wealth and Beauty,
I'le make it up in Love and Duty.

Quoth she, for this your loveing Answer,
my hand and heart you shall Command Sir:
And, I will be thy own forever:
and so they kist and went together.

And to redeem the time they tarried:
in private they were shortly married:
For why, she had no parents liveing,
for to oppose her marriage giveing.

And now they live with hearts contented,
on neither side it is repented:
I wish all Lovers be so served
that for their constancy deserve it.

London, Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood.

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