Doubtful ROBIN; Or, Constant NANNY. A New BALLAD.  
Tune of, Would you be a man of Fashion, or, Doubting Virgin.  
 

DEarest Nanny prithee tell me,  
be so just as tell me true  
What hard fate was that befell me  
to be slighted so by you:  
I that thought your vows so lasting  
did imagine no deceit,  
But I find all your protesting  
to be nothing but a cheat.  

But I find etc.    

Tell me then thou faithless woman  
why thou dost so ill with me,  
Thou that did protest that no man  
ever was so dear to thee:  
Tho' in vain I should persuade thee  
once thy promise to renew,  
Yet I pity to upbraid thee  
that thou art so much untrue.  

Yet etc.    Her Answer. 

Dearest Robin pray believe me,  
from my heart I freely speak,  
I did never yet deceive thee,  
nor my vows will never break;  
I did always love you dearly,  
and no other man but you,  
My poor heart does show it clearly,  
that I never was untrue.  

My poor heart etc.    
 
 
 

Tell me pray why you are frighted  
that I should unconstant prove,  
Or to think that you are slighted,  
or the least suspect my love;  
Tell me pray that I may mend it,  
if that any cause be due;  
I am sure I can defend it,  
for I never was untrue.  

I am sure etc.    

Take this kiss and take my heart too  
if that will confirm my dear,  
if you think I do not smart too,  
will you then believe this tear:  
jealousy indeed may wrong us,  
and our sorrows may renew,  
if your fears bring that among us,  
'tis in vain for to be true.  

If your fears &c,    

Yet my dearest ne'er shall find it  
that I e'er will prove unkind,  
For I never yet designed it  
ever for to change my mind;  
Since you once believed I loved you,  
know I still shall do so too,  
Let no jealous fancy move you  
for to think I am untrue.  

Let no jealous etc.    

Dearest Nanny i'll believe thee,  
And reserve thee to my heart,  
For my jealous thoughts forgive me  
and we never more will past:  
All the day I will embrace thee,  
to my fears i'll bid adieu,  
When at night I shall unlace thee,  
thou shalt say that I am true.  

When at night etc.    

But I hope that we are friends too,  
now thy patience I have tried:  
This i'll do for thy amends too  
whensoe'er you are my Bride,  
There's my heart & there's my hand too,  
to all sorrows bid adieu,  
All I have you shall command too,  
since I find that you are true.  

All I have etc.    

So they sealed up their indentures  
with a loving kiss or two,  
Married strait at all adventures,  
never Couple loved so true;  
So I wish they may persevere  
in this happy way of life,  
Then true cause she will have never  
to repent she was a wife.  

Then true cause etc.     

Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden ball in Py-Corner.