The False-hearted GLOVER; OR Fool and Knave well Fitted. To the Tune of, Lilli Burlero. Licenced according to Order. PRay now attend and listen a while, to a right new and jocular Song; Which I declare, will cause you to smile, if that I am not much in the wrong: It is of a bonny Glover, I, and his Name I tell ye is John; He Courted young Mary, who was brisk and airy, but Married at length with Foggy-arsed Nan. While he did Court his amorous Love, what Protestations then did he make! Dowing his mind should never remove, no, he could freely Oye for her sake; Thus alas! she was ●●●●ed, ay, and he proved a perfect Trappan, When leaving young Mary, who was brisk and airy, to Marry at length with Foggy-arsed Nan. Morning and Night to Mary he'd go; swearing he loved heisserer than life; Thus he the height 〈…〉 did show, as if he meant to 〈…〉 his Wife: Till at length he did 〈…〉 her, like a deceitful false 〈…〉 Man; Yet faith he is fitted, and 〈◊〉 to be pitied, because he hath taken ●oggy-ars'd Nan. Marry she said, it would be his Lot, to Marry Nan, in Love to combine; But he declared an Earthen Pisspot, he would despise for Silver more fine: Thus he often did compare her, like a deceitful flattering Man; Good faith he is fitted, and not to be pitied, because he hath taken Foggy-arsed Nan. Forty good pounds in Silver and Gold, with his Love Mary he might have had, Which was a pleasant sight to behold, was he not then Distracted and Mad? Thus to leave her for another, who is in Debt as much as she can; The Glover is fitted, and not to be pitied, now let him make much of Foggy-arsed Nan. Now she has got him fast in a Noose, where he till Death a Slave must remain, He for the world now cannot get loose, but must endure the torture and pain: Some says that she will Cornute him, tho' he does watch as much as he can: E'fai●h he is fitted, and not to be pitied, he knows that it is the Humours of Nan Upon a day it happened so, that a right brisk young Gallant was there, Into the Room Pill-Garlick did go, but to Affront them he did not dare: For a while he did stand peeping, like to a poor disconsolate Man: E'faith he is fitted, and not to be pitied, as knowing it is the Humours of Nan What if we find the Fates have decreed, that he should be a Cuckold by course; And Marry she would not do the Deed, then ●us●y Nan she must upon force, Give the honest Spark his Fortune, for she alone is able, and can; E'faith he is fitted, and not to be pitied, as knowing it is the Humour of Nan FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. D●●●●●, J. Blare, J. Back,