Kind WILLIAM, Or, Constant BETTY.  
Let Maids beware, and shun the snare,  
I say be ruled by me;  
Though you embrace, be perfect Chaste,  
from stains of Infamy.  
To the Tune of The Doubting Virgin.  
 

COnstant Betty that sweet Creature,  
she was William's hearts delight;  
In the Shades he chanced to meet her,  
when Fair Phoebus shined bright:  
In conclusion his delusion  
was to bring her to his Bow,  

Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,  
but she answered, no, no, no.    

Then his Betty he Embraced,  
hoping for to win the Field,  
She with modesty was graced,  
and resolved not to yield:  
She denied, he replied,  
do not seek my Overthrow,  

Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,  
but she answered no, no, no.    

Thou hast set mine heart on fire,  
sweetest Creature be not coy,  
Grant me what I do desire,  
thou shalt be my only joy:  
Thus he Wooed her to delude her,  
and to bring her to his Bow,  

Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,  
but she answered no, no, no.    

Love thou art my only treasure,  
than he took her by the hand,  
Let me now enjoy the pleasure,  
I will be at thy command:  
Don't abuse me, nor refuse me,  
lest it proves my overthrow,  

Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,  
but she, etc.    

Now admit me, my sweet Betty,  
to salute and lay thee down,  
None alive I think more pretty,  
I will thee with pleasure Crown:  
Don't deny me, do but try me,  
from those charms such pleasures flow,  

Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,  
but she, etc.    

Thy obliging Eye hath won me,  
dearest I am not in jest,  
Why shouldst thou be coy and shun me,  
I am certainly possessed  
With thy Beauty for my duty  
is to bring thee to my Bow.  

Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,  
but she, etc.    

Dearest Betty sit down by me,  
let us lovingly agreed,  
Sweetest Creature don't deny me,  
Cupid's Dart hath wounded me:  
Then come near me, Love and cheer me  
for my heart is sinking low,  

Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,  
but she, etc.    Betty's Answer to William's Request. 

WIlliam you are much mistaken,  
you shall never me ensnare,  
In your Net I'll not be taken,  
therefore now your Suit forbear:  
I'll deny it, and defy it,  
for I vow it shan't be so,  

While I marry, I will tarry,  
and will answer no, no, no.    

I from Love will be excluded,  
e'er I'll hear an idle Tale,  
I will never be deluded,  
no, nor shall you e'er prevail,  
To embrace me, and disgrace me,  
thus to sink my heart full low,  

While I marry, I will tarry,  
and will, etc.    WILLIAM. 

Now my loving constant Betty,  
I will ever thee adore,  
For thy Answer has been witty,  
I will never tempt thee more:  
When I tried thee, thou denied me,  
all thy answer still was No,  

We'll not tarry, but will Marry,  
than it must and shall be so.    
FINIS.   

Printed for I. Deacon in Gilt-spur-street.