Come sweet Lass OR Love's invitation  
To a New Tune.  

COME Sweet Lass,  
it's bonny Wether let's together  
Come sweet Lass,  
let's trip it on the Grass:  
Every where,  
poor Jockey seeks his Dear,  
Unless that she appear,  
he sees no Beauty there.   

Hark the Crowd,  
the Mirth invites us and delights us  
Hark the Crowd,  
the Piper plays aloud,  
Where all day,  
the Lasses sport and play;  
And every one are gay  
but I when ye're away.   

But my Smart  
it was for Meggie not for Peggy,  
Whose hard Heart,  
will not kind Lover's part,  
Whilst I seek  
all Corners for her sake;  
Yet will not partake  
my Love, though Heart should break.   

There came Kate,  
who sung so finely talked Divinely,  
Out of date,  
because of Pelaflet:  
Kate she's afraid,  
the Girls no more a Maid,  
But sure she's been betrayed  
and lost her Maidens-head.   

Jenny bright,  
with little Francis skips and dances  
By this light,  
it's a very pretty sight,  
She is a Lass,  
can tumble on the Grass,  
Look Sandy in the Face  
who brought all these to pass.   
FINIS   

A young Man's Resolution to prove constant to his Sweet heart.  
To the Tune of, Omnia vincit Amor,  

THe Damask Rose or Lily fair,  
the Cowslip and the Pansie,  
With my true Love cannot compare,  
for beauty not for fancy:  
The fairest Dame she doth excel  
in all the World that may be:  
Which makes me thus her praise tell,  
so sweets the Lass that loves me,  
When first I saw her comely face,  
I much admired her beauty,  
And in my heart I did intent  
to proffer her all duty;  
Which willingly she did accept,  
so kind and loving was she:  
Which makes me, sing in each respect,  
So sweet's the Lass that loves me.  
Bright Cynthia in her richest Rabs,  
my Love doth much resemble.  
Whose beauteous Beams such Rays afford  
as makes my heart to tremble,  
Her inward parts I much desire,  
her outward are so comely,  
her Virtues all men does admire,  
So sweet's the Lass that loves me:  
Her face so fair, her parts so rare,  
are past imagination,  
All men admire where she abroad  
does go for recreation,  
But she is chaste as she is fair,  
which to her fancy moves me,  
Her beauty is without compare,  
So sweet's the Lass that loves me,  
Diana and her Virgin Nymphs,  
that haunts the Wooddy Valleys  
Free from reasort of play and sport,  
and with no Mankind dallies,  
Are not so chaste, as is my love.  
no creature can disprove me,  
But rather help to bear a part,  
And swear she's sweet that loves me.  
Now to conclude, I ever wish  
she may enjoy high pleasure,  
And evermore have riches store,  
wanting no earthly Treasure,  
But while that she and I do live  
no creature e'er shall move me,  
Nor alter once my mind from her,  
So sweet's the Lass that loves me.   
FINIS