The Constant Countryman.  
Or, A Loving Dialogue between honest Thomas and his True-Love Nancy.  
Tune is, Woman Warrior.  
Licenced according to Order.  
 Man. 
Pretty Nancy my love,  
I adore thee above  
All Lasses that e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ver I courted,  
For thy bright shining eyes  
Does my senses surprise,  
And thy glory, thy glory, I long have reported.  Maid. 
Nay, but Thomas, she cried,  
Then it seems you have tried  
Young Maids, having fla-a-a-a-a-a-a-tered many,  
Which discovers that you  
Are both false and untrue;  
And will never, will never, be faithful to any.  Man. 
I must needs speak the truth,  
In the days of my Youth,  
With Damsels I th-e-e-e-e-e-e-en took my pleasure,  
But I'm now wiser grown,  
And I love thee alone,  
O, I love thee, I love thee, my dear out of measure,  Maid. 
Men are crafty when young,  
With a flattering tongue,  
They commonly str-i-i-i-i-i-ive to deceive us,  
When our hearts they have won,  
To another they run,  
Thus ungrateful, ungrateful, young Bachelors leave us  Man. 
They are more than unkind,  
That can be of that mind,  
But for mine own pa-a-a-a-a-a-art I am loyal.  
As a Token, I bring  
Thee a delicate Ring,  
Nancy therefore, O therefore, make no more denial.  Maid. 
Nay, your Ring you may keep,  
Who have caused Maids to weep,  
For my part I'm lo-o-o-o-o-oth to receive it,  
You have long used the Trade  
Of deceiving each Maid,  
And I'm fearful, I'm fearful you never will leave it.  Man. 
Loyal love, I declare,  
And most solemnly swear,  
No Creature now l-i-i-i-i-i-iving shall sever  
My dear jewel and I,  
Then my Suit don't deny,  
For I love thee, I love thee, I love thee for ever.  Maid. 
Was I certain that you  
Would be loyal and true,  
My heart I would str-a-a-a-a-a-aightways surrender,  
And a promise I'd give,  
That as long as I live,  
I would honour, I'd honour, and love my pretender.  Man. 
Love, I vow and protest,  
As I hope to be blest,  
I never inte-e-e-e-e-e-nd to deceive thee,  
But will love thee as life,  
And thou shalt be my Wife,  
As a jewel, a jewel, or Pearl I'll receive thee.  Maid. 
By the Powers above,  
I beiieve thee my love,  
Therefore I my F-a-a-a-a-a-avours am showing,  
Here is hand, heart and all,  
In thy Arms do I fall,  
Where a Million, a Million of Pleasures are flowing.   

Printed for P. Brooksby, I. Deacon, I. Blare, and I. Back.