Constant, fair, and fine Betty. Being The Youngman's praise, of a curious Creature. Fair she was, and fair in deed, And constant always did proceed.  
To the Tune of, Peggy went over Sea, with a Soldier.  

 
 

NOw of my sweet Bet●ie,  
I must speak in praise,  
I never did see  
such a Lass in my days,  
She is kind and loving,  
and constant to me;  
Wherefore I will speak,  
of my pretty Betty.   

Betty is comely,  
and Betty is kind,  
Besides she is pretty,  
and pleaseth my mind:  
She is a brave bonny Lass,  
lovely and free,  
The best that ere was,  
is my pretty Betty.   

Her hair it doth glister,  
like to threads of gold;  
All those that do meet her,  
admire to behold:  
Her they take for juno,  
so glorious seems she,  
●●●e brighter than Lun  
is pretty Betty.   

Her eyes they do twinkle,  
like stars in the sky,  
She is without wrinkle,  
her forehead is high:  
Fair Venus for beauty,  
the like cannot be,  
Thus I show my duty,  
to pretty Betty.   

She hath fine cherry cheeks,  
and sweet Coral lips,  
There is many one seeks,  
love with kisses and eclipse,  
But she like Diana,  
flies their company,  
She is my Tytana,  
my pretty Bettie.   

Her Chin it is dimpled,  
her visage is fair,  
She is finely temp●ed,  
she is neat and rare.  
If Helen were living,  
she could not please me,  
I joy in praise giving,  
my pretty Betty.   

Her skin white as snow,  
her breast soft as down,  
All her parts below.  
they are all firm and sound:  
she's chaste in affection  
as Penelope.  
Thus ends the complexion,  
of pretty Bettie.    

The second part, To the same tune.  
 
 

NOw of her conditions,  
something I'll declare,  
For some have suspicions,  
She's false being fair:  
But she's not false hearted,  
in any degree,  
I'm glad I consorted,  
with pretty Betty.   

Her words and her actions,  
they are all as one,  
And all her affection,  
is on me alone,  
She h●tes such as vary,  
from true constancy,  
Long I must not tarry,  
from pretty Betty.   

Well met my sweet Honey,  
my joy and delight,  
O how hath my Coney  
done ere since last night.  
Oh what says my dearest,  
what sayest thou to me,  
Of all maids the ra●est,  
is pretty Bet.   Wo. 

Kind love thou art welcome,  
to me day and night,  
Why came you not home,  
I did long for your sight:  
My joy and my pleasure,  
is only in thee,  
Thou art all the treasure,  
of pretty Bet.   

Hadst thou not come quickly,  
I think I should dye,  
For I was grown sickly,  
and did not know why.  
Now thou art my doctor,  
and physic to me,  
In love thou art proctor,  
for pretty Bet.   

Sweet when shall we marry,  
and lodge in one bed,  
Long I cannot carry,  
not my maiden head.  
And there's none shall have the same,  
but only thee,  
'tis thee that I crave,  
to love pretty Bet.   Man. 

Bess be thou contented,  
we'll quickly be wed,  
Our friends are consented,  
to all hath been said,  
Thou shalt be my wife,  
ere much older I be,  
And I'll lead my life,  
with my pretty Bet.   

These lovers were married,  
and immediately,  
And all was well carried,  
they lived lovingly:  
Let fair maids prove constant,  
like pretty Bess,  
Fine Bess hath the praise an't,  
and worthy is she.   R. C.  
FINIS.   

London Printed for john Wright the younger dwelling at the upper end of the Old-Baily.