To the tune Of the pride of Leicester Shire.  

The young man's kind reply unto the comfortless Maid,  
He grease with his Love in all she hath said,  
Showing to her a part of his mind,  
That he will be always most loving and kind.   
 

Hark, hark, me thinks I hear one speak  
what should this Echo mean?  
I think it be my own true Love,  
my fair and only Dame:  
O why shouldst thou, my Philladay,  
complain that I am gone,  
And knowest I am the only man,  
that loveth thee alone?   

I am not gone away from thee,  
my only heart's delight:  
But comfort thou shalt find by me,  
by day and eke by night:  
My own sweet Love, and Turtle Dove,  
be not disturbed in mind:  
For thou shalt find, I will prove kind,  
and never change again.   

I promised thee for to be true,  
and so I will endure,  
Though I at first did prove thy heart,  
'tis good for to be sure,  
To prove thy mind, and know thee kind,  
for many false there be,  
And so mightst thou, for aught I know,  
have proved unto me.   

Though I did make a vow to thee,  
and pawned with thee my heart,  
Yet thou hast spoken unto me,  
as though thou wouldst departed:  
But now I find thee true and kind,  
and I the like will be:  
Whilst death doth part, my tender heart,  
I will not part with thee;  
All you kind hearts that have true loves,  
by me example take:  
And have a care, whereto you swears  
for the Almighty's sake:  
Do not go on as I have done,  
to breed a Maiden's smart:  
But turn in time, in heart and mind,  
and ease your true Love's heart.   

Would God I ne'er had wronged my Love,  
nor been to her unkind:  
Then should she have no cause to mourn,  
nor be disturbed in mind:  
But being it's so, I well do know,  
I must unto her go:  
And speak my mind, in loving kind,  
and ease her of her woe.   

Come, come, sweet heart, do not repent,  
nor wrestle in despair,  
Though I to thee have been unkind,  
I'll ease thee of thy care:  
For I will prove constant in love,  
as always thou shalt find,  
I will be true, not change for new,  
but always will be kind.   

Come, Love, let's speak no more of this,  
but faithfully let's join:  
And look before what was amiss,  
I mean for to amend:  
Come let us now, perform our vow,  
and make no more ado:  
But let us join in heart and mind,  
and so to Church let's go.   

And so these Lovers made an end,  
of these their former words:  
One loved the other hearty,  
not breeding no discords:  
In peace I pray long live they may,  
and all true Lovers else:  
What ere they 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 what degree,  
so much is spoke of me.    
FINIS.  

London Printed for F. Coules.