%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Happy Lovers Pastime: / Shewing how a Nymph and Shepherd vow'd to love, / As long as they had life and strength to move; / They count all pleasure else but a toy, / To that of Love, it is the life of joy: / They constant prove, in all things do agree, / To Lovers all I wish the like may be. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/19/2021 37742

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R43232 2 On the Bank of a Brook On the Bank of a Brook On the Bank of a Brook To the same Tune On the Bank of a Brook To the Same Tune ON the bank of a brook as I sat Fishing, / hid in the Oziers that grew on the side, THen said the Nymph, if they have so enflamed, / what would those do which I do conceal, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 121 The Happy Lovers Pastime: / Shewing how a Nymph and Shepherd vow'd to love, / As long as they had life and strength to move; / They count all pleasure else but a toy, / To that of Love, it is the life of joy: / They constant prove, in all things do agree, / To Lovers all I wish the like may be. The Happy Lovers' Pastime: Showing how a Nymph and Shepherd vowed to love, As long as they had life and strength to move; They count all pleasure else but a toy, To that of Love, it is the life of joy: They constant prove, in all things do agree, To Lovers all I wish the like may be. ?-? Charles Passinger

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ON the bank of a brook as I sat Fishing, hid in the Oziers that grew on the side, I overheard a Nimph and Shepherd wishing, no time nor fortune their love might divide; To Cupid and Venus each offered a vow, For to love ever as they loved now. Oh! said the Shepheard, and sigh'd! what a pleasure, is love concealed betwixt Lovers alone, Love must be secret, and like fayry treasure, when once discovered, 'twill quickly be gone. So envy and jealousie where they do stay, Oh! too soon, alas, will make a decay.
Then let us leave the World and care behind us, said the Nimph smiling, and gave me her hand, All alone, all alone, where none can find us, in some far Desart we'l seek a new Land: And there live from envy and jealousie free, And a whole world to each other we'l be. Up rose the Shepheard, and said that a blessing, more sweet no Lover could ever enjoy, Were I departing, these words then expressing, would fetch me to life, and sorrow destroy, Nay, add but a Kiss, and grim death will soon say, I will never take such a Lover away.
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THen said the Nymph, if they have so enflamed, what would those do which I do conceal, They would far exceed what hath been yet named, but hath not power them yet to reveal. For when I do think for to utter them plain, They back from my tongue do soon slip again. But shepherd i'le tell thee how long I've lov'd thee and where thou at first didst kindle my flame, 'Twas in the month of May that you first mov'd me, but with what charms I need not to name; And 'twas neer a River that run by a Grove, You tryed to taste the pleasure of Love. But under a shady Tree Cupid did wound me, and in my kind breast he fired his Dart, But oh! the time was too short when he crown'd me, I wish'd that sweet minute might never depart. And I long to be crown'd with the pleasure again, For all our long wishes to that is but vain. My dearest I hope I han't gain'd thy displeasure, for what my kind tongue hath uttered now, Oh! think, 'tis my love that burns without mea-sure, making me keep to the words of my vow, But think what we promis'd loves Queen and her son, 'Twas to love ever as when we begun.
Fair nimph, said the youth, thou dost not offend me you banish my grief, and pleaseth my mind, Ile venture my life in sight to defend thee, and think i'm happy such honour to find. And if ever I prove disloyal to thee, Blind Cupid I wish to sacrifice me. But my dear do not ever once fear me, for I adore all thy beauties divine, And that for the true love I do now bare thee, i'de make thee a Dutchess were power but mine But since that such honour I cannot bestow, I'le give you such gifts you never did know. Now on thy Rosie lips i'le give thee sweet kisses, whilst my arms shall most loving imbrace; But if thou art disposed to have thy sweet wishes, then let us depart to some other place, Then said the fair Nymph, let us hast to a Grove, And there we'l enjoy the pleasure of Love. So then they kissed and imbraced each other, but they resolved there no longer to stay; They wish't no misfortunes their joys might smo-ther and sung this as they past on their way, My dear let us joyn both together and try, Which can love the most my dearest or I.
Printed for Charles Passinger, at the Seven Stars, on London-Bridge,