A country new jig between Simon and Susan, to be sung in merry pastime by Bachelors and Maids.  
To the tune of I can, nor will no longer lie alone: Or, Falero lero lo.  

 
 Simon. 
O Mine own sweet heart,  
and when wilt thou be true:  
Or when will the time come,  
that I shall marry you.  
That I may give you kisses,  
one, two, or three,  
More sweeter than the honey,  
that comes from the Bee.  Susan. 
My Father is unwilling,  
that I should marry thee:  
Yet I could wish in heart,  
that so the same might be.  
For now me thinks thou seemest,  
more lovely unto me:  
And fresher than the Blossoms,  
that blooms upon the Tree.  Simon. 
Thy mother is most willing,  
and will consent I know,  
Then let us to they Father  
now both together go:  
Where if he give us his good will,  
and to our match agree:  
'Twill be sweeter than the honey,  
that comes from the Bee.  Susan. 
Come go, for I am willing,  
good fortune be our guide:  
From that which I have promised,  
dear heart i'll never slide.  
If that he do but smile,  
and I the same may see:  
'tis sweeter than the blossoms,  
that blooms upon the Tree.  Simon. 
But stay here comes my mother,  
we'll talk with her a word,  
I doubt not but some comfort.  
to us she may afford:  
If com●●●● she wil● give us,  
that we the same my see,  
'twill be sweeter than the honey,  
that comes from the Bee.  Susan. 
O Mother we are going  
my Father for to pray:  
That he will give me his good will,  
for long I cannot stay▪  
A young man I have chosen;  
a fitting match for me:  
Moore fairer than the blossoms,  
that blooms upon the Tree.  Mother. 
Daughter thou art old enough,  
to be a wedded wife,  
You Maidens are desirous  
to lead a married life.  
Then my consent good Daughter,  
shall to thy wishes be:  
For young thou art as blossoms,  
that bloom upon the Tree.  Simon. 
Then Mother you are willing,  
your Daughter I should have:  
And Susan thou art welcome,  
i'll keep thee fine and brave.  
And have those wished blessings  
bestowed upon thee,  
More sweeter than the honey,  
that comes from the Bee.  Susan. 
Yet Simon I am minded  
to lead a merry life:  
And be as well maintained,  
as any City wife:  
And live a gallant Mistress  
of Maidens that shall be  
More fairer than the blossoms,  
that bloom upon the Tree.   

The second part,  
to the same tune.  
 
 Simon. 
THou shalt have thy Candles,  
before thou dost arise:  
For churlishness breeds sickness  
and danger therein lies,  
Young Lasses must be cheerisht,  
with sweets that dainty be,  
Fare sweeter than the honey,  
that cometh from the Bee.  Mother. 
Well said good son and Daughter,  
this is the only diet:  
To please a dainty young wife,  
and keep the house in quiet:  
But stay, here comes your Father  
his words I hope will be:  
Moore sweeter than the blossoms,  
that bloom upon the Tree.  Father. 
Why how now Daughter Susan,  
do you intent to marry?  
Maidens in the old time,  
did twenty winters tarry:  
Now in the teens no sooner,  
but you a wife will be:  
And lose the sweetest blossoms,  
that blooms up on the Tree.  Susan. 
It is for my preferment,  
good Father say not nay:  
For I have found a Husband kind,  
and loving every way:  
That still unto my fancy  
will evermore agree:  
Which is more sweet than honey,  
that comes from the Bee.  Mother. 
Hinder not your Daughter,  
good Husband, lest you bring  
Her love's consuming sickness,  
or else a worse thing:  
Maidens youngly married  
loving wives will be.  
And sweet as is the honey,  
which comes from the Bee.  Simon. 
Good Father be not cruel,  
your Daughter is mine own:  
Her mother hath consented,  
and is to liking grown.  
And if yourself will give then,  
her gentle hand to me,  
'twill sweeter be than honey,  
that comes from the Bee.  Father. 
God give thee joy dear Daughter,  
there is no reason I,  
Should hinder thy proceeding,  
and thou a Maiden dye:  
And after to lead Apes in hell,  
as Maidens doomed be:  
That fairer are then blossoms,  
that bloom upon the Tree.  Simon. 
Then let's to the Parson,  
and Clerk to say Amen:  Susan. 
With all my heart good Simon,  
we are concluded then:  
My Father and Mother both,  
do willingly agree:  
My Simon's sweet as honey,  
That comes from the Bee.  All together sing. 
You Maidens and Bachelors.  
we hope will lose no time:  
Which learn it by experience,  
That youth is in their prime,  
And daily in their hearts desire,  
Young married folks to be;  
Moore sweeter than the blossoms,  
that bloom from the Tree.  
FINIS.    

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