The Conceited Lover, OR The enamoured young man,  
His Betty is in his conceit the rarest  
Just like the Crow whi●h thinks her own bird fairest,  
He deeply is enamoured you must know,  
Which makes him in her praise to overflow,  
He highly doth commend her she's so pretty,  
As if that none but he had ●uch a Betty.  
The Tune is prithee Love turn to me, &c.  
 
 

COme Betty why art thou so bashful  
come give me a kiss for a pledge,  
For why I have vowed to be faithful  
●●y Love I will free y engage,  
Sit down whilst the Birds are a singing  
●hy fame I will spread to the sky,  
That all the whole world may s●e & behold  

what a pretty sweet Betty have I.    

Then do not thou bl●sh for the matter  
Wh●st I do ●hy praises set forth  
●hy beauty 〈…〉 ee● no● t● fl●tter,  
Since thou ar● a girl of great worth  
Whatever the world may imagine  
The same will I say till I die,  
〈◊〉 ever he be, he plainly may see  

   

Thy forehead is prettily raised  
And thy hair the Amber doth shine,  
Each f 〈…〉 deserves to be praised  
Thy ●●auty is almost Divine.  
●hy sparkling eyes & thy cherry cheeks  
〈◊〉 the lips of a crimson Dye  
Doth make me to say by night & by Day  

what a, &c.    

Thy bo●y so neat and so tender  
●hy middle and every part,  
Thy fingers so small and so slender  
H●●h stolen away my poor heart,  
For a Leg & a foot, & another thing too't  
Believe me I scorn for to lie  
Thou 〈…〉 est the day & I boldly may say  

what a, &c.    
 

there's never a Girl in the City  
That can with my Betty compare,  
She is so complete and so pretty  
So beautiful and so rare,  
Oh how it doth ra●ish 〈◊〉 senses  
To have her still in m●●ye  
It lightens my heart, and every part  

to think what a Betty have I.    

As thr●ugh the woods we are walking  
Abroad in the prime of the Spring  
Of love we are pleasantly talking  
Whilst pretty birds sweetly sing,  
And strain forth their note●to please us  
And chirp it melodiously  
What pleasure it is, to take a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉,  

and to say what a Betty have I.    

The woods and the Groves do inv●●● us  
Our pleasures abroad for to take  
The flowers in the meadows delight us  
Whilst we pretty posies do make  
We sport away time for a fancy,  
Where nobody can us espy  
My honey, my dear come sit thee down here,  

what a pretty sweet Betty have I.    

See where little Cupid is sporting  
Alone by that fair rivers side  
Where Lovers are often resorting  
His ar●o●ce he closely doth hide  
He plucked out a dart & he wounded my heart  
Which made me aloud for to cry  
Now I am in love and I plainly will prove  

what a pretty sweet Betty have I.    

I'll have thee most richly attired  
I● gréns like Diana the fair  
By all men thou shalt be admired  
No N●mph ever seemed so rare;  
I'll deck thee sweet Posies and Garlands  
●…hich shall he most fair to the eye,  
And all my ●●…ight shall be in thy sight  

what a pretty sweet Betty have I.    

What ever my Betty requires  
With speed I will quickly procure  
New fashions or what thou desirest  
Be it never so fine and so pure  
I'll strain m● estate for to please thee  
Believe me I hate for to lie,  
So I have the bliss, for to take a sweet kiss,  

and to say what a Betty have I.    

Then prithee be merry and cheerful  
Let sorrow be banished away  
For thou hast no cause to be fearful  
Thy will I will ever obey,  
If fortune befriend my intentions  
I care not a trip of a Dye  
Thy time will draw near when I need not to fear  

for to say what a Betty have I.    

And so my sweet Betty I'll leave thee  
Because we at present m●st part,  
B 〈…〉 I will never deceive t●ee  
Fo● 〈◊〉 thou enjo●est my heart  
Th● 〈…〉 e will seem long till I see thee  
And have thee to lie by my side  
What joy and what bliss it will be for to kiss  

and have Betty to be my sweet bride,     

Printed for R. Burton at the Horse-shoe in Westsmith-field.   

With Allowance.