THE Faithful Lovers of the West.  

Come join with me all you that Love,  
And faithful to each other prove:  
Example take by this my Song,  
All you that stand within this Throng.   
To the Tune of, As I walked forth to take the Air.  By William Blunten. 
 

WHy should I thus complain, on thee  
So cruelly thou murderest me,  
For unto thee it is well known,  
Thou art the Maid I love alone,   

In none but thee I take delight,  
I think on thee both day and night;  
I give to thee my heart away,  
Do not with hatred me repay,   

When first thy sweet face I did see,  
I thought thot none was like to thee;  
I wish I had not seen the day,  
When first thou stolest my heart away.   

Hard is thy heart, harder than steel,  
Colder than Ice, that frost congeal;  
How many thousand times doth make,  
My heart to bleed for thy sweet sake.   
 

I was forewarned by thine eyes,  
Of thy most kill Cruelties,  
But Cupid hath so blinded me.  
Now I shall die for love of thee;   

But O how good had been my case,  
That I had never seen thy face,  
My captive heart had then been free,  
But now I can love none but thee.   

When I am dead, this thou wilt say,  
That I have cast my love away;  
Too late 'twill be then to complain,  
If that you do, it's all in vain.   

Therefore my dearest Love comply,  
And case me of this cruelty;  
Let not me die in this despair,  
But grant thy love to me my dear.   

The Maids Answer.  

DOubt not my Love, nor do not fear,  
Thou art the man that I love dear,  
I did but try thy constancy,  
For I do love no man but thee.   

Then grieve no more, nor yet complain,  
Thy love to me is not in vain:  
For constant I will ever be,  
And I do lout no man but thee.   

Why shouldst thou say thy hart will break  
And all for love of my sweet sake,  
I constant to thee still will prove,  
As ever was the Turtle-Dove.   

Nothing shall part my Love and I,  
Until the very day we die:  
We'll live in love, and so agree,  
As man and wife they ought to be.    

The Youngman's Answer.  

O thanks be to the Heaven above,  
Now I have gained my dearest Love,  
Thy words doth me so much revive,  
I am the happiest man alive.   

Come let us to the Church away,  
And married be without delay:  
Although our Portions be but small,  
True love is better worth than all.   

So hand in hand away they went,  
And had their parents free confent:  
The music then most sweet did Play,  
And thus ended their Wedding day.   

Youngmen and maids in love agree,  
And let thes song a pattern be:  
The price you know it is but small,  
A penny a piece, and take them all.   
FINIS.    

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in Py. Corner.