An ANSWER to Unconstant WILLIAM, OR, The Youngman's Resolution to pay the young Lasses in their own Coin.  
Tune is, Here I love, there I love, etc.  
Licenced according to Order.  
 
 

I am a brisk Bachelor, a'ry and young,  
who courts the young Maids with a flattering tongue,  
I k●ss and I squeeze them again and again,  
And vow I will Marry, but I know not when.   

There's Bridget ●a● Susan, young Nancy and Nell,  
To each of these ●asies fine Stories I 〈◊〉  
Soft Kisses I give them a hundred and ●●n,  
And vow I will Marry, but I know not when.   

〈…〉 to the Tavern with Betty, I go,  
And like a true Lover 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉;  
I Kiss, ●●y I b●●g and I ●u●ble her then,  
And vow I will Marry, but I know not when.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a young 〈◊〉 I 〈◊〉 to meet  
I tell you with 〈◊〉 that her joy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
 
And vow I will Married, but I know not when.   

So long as she lines me with Silver and Gold.  
〈…〉 ect Charms in her Eyes I behold;  
I kiss, and I hug, and make much other then,  
And vow I will Marry, but I know not when.   

So soon as her Treasure begins in decay,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 it high time to be packing away,  
Now if she calls after me, I answer then,  
That we will be Married, but I know not when.   

Last Week I did walk to the Royal Exchange,  
And here amongst Ladies my fancy did range,  
I singled out one, and I promised her then,  
That we should be Married, but I know not when.   

Laced Cravats and Ruffles as Presents she gave,  
To ●●ck her young Lover both gallant and brave,  
With large pro●e a●●ons I promised her then,  
That we would be married, but I know not when.   

She came to my Chamber one night, and no more,  
I taught her a Dance which she ne'er knew before,  
Now this being ended, I promised her then,  
That we would be married, but I know not when.   

I scorn the lewd Harlots that Trade up and down,  
To pick up a Living all over the Town;  
These p●rty Lasses 〈◊〉 threescore and ten,  
To whom I vowed marrying, but I know not when,   

To sixteen young Chamber maids love I express;,  
Who goes in their Tower, that delicate dress  
Love-Letters and Sonnets to them I to Pen,  
And swear I will marry, but I know not when.   

There's twenty young Nursery Maids in the Strand,  
Who every minute are at my command;  
But here I live merrily, telling 'em then,  
That I will be married, but I know not when.   

Each pritty-faced Creature, it's very well known,  
Will think herself blest to have one of her own;  
At which I saintingly answered 'em then,  
That we will be married, but I know not when.   

Sometimes from the City of London I ride,  
Through many fair Counties to seek me a Bride;  
The Country pretty Girid I cuddle then,  
And swear I will marry, but I know not when.   

If any one has a desire to know  
What may he the reason I b●fl●e them so,  
Young Women are seven times falser than Men,  
Therefore I will marry, but I know not when.   

I one loved a Damsel as dear as my life,  
I Wooed her, and thought to have made her my Wife;  
But she proved a Wanton to all sorts of Men,  
Therefore I will marry, but I know not when.   
FINIS.   

Printed for C. Bates. next door to the Crown Tavern in West-Smithfield.