A Constant wife and a kind wife,  
A loving wife and a fine wife,  
Which gives content unto man's life.   
To the tune of Locks and Bolts do hinder  
 
 

Youngmen and Maids lend me your aids  
to speak of my dear sweeting.  
It shows how fortune hath betrayed,  
and often spoiled our meeting.  
She likely was for to be rich,  
and I a man but meanly,  
Wherefore her friedns at me do grudge,  
and use me most unkindly.   

Her constancy I will declare,  
wherein she proved loyal,  
But few that will with her compare,  
wh●n they are put to trial.  
Her friends against her did contend,  
because she lent me favour,  
They said I quickly all would spend,  
if that I might but have her.   

They did convey her from my sight,  
because she should exempt me,  
I could not find my heart's delight,  
which sore did discontent me.  
I traveled over craggy Rocks.  
O'er mountain's Hills and valleys,  
But she was kept from me with locks  
only through spite and malice.   

But love that conquers Kings and Queen's  
herein did show us favour,  
I brought to pass and wrought the means  
in what place I could have her.  
She had an uncle did detain,  
and keep her person from me,  
Which I had very like t'have slain,  
because he did so wrong me.   

I boldly came where she did dwell,  
and asked for my sweeting,  
They said of her they could not tell,  
which was to me sad greeting.  
But presently she heard my voice,  
and called me at her window,  
O I would come to thee my love,  
but doors and locks do hinder,  
Whereat amazed I did stand,  
to hear her make that answer,  
I drew my sword into my hand,  
as straight the house did enter,  
And then I made the locks to fly,  
and doors in pieces shatter,  
I vowed to have her company,  
and quickly I came at her.   

Her uncle and some of his men,  
did after presant follow,  
Who said I ne'er should out again,  
but in my blood should wallow.  
But with some hurt done on both sides,  
I got my sweet heart from them,  
Young men to get yourselves such brides  
fight for to overcome them.   

Then joined we hand's in Hymen's bands,  
to love and live together,  
She loved me not for house or Lands,  
for I had none of either,  
Her love was pure and doth endure,  
and so shall mine forever,  
Till death do us so much enjure,  
as part us from each other.   
 

With hind and veart I will impart  
the praise of my dear sweeting,  
Now welcome joys and ●ace well smart,  
Blessed be the time of meeting.  
With my sweetheart and only dear,  
in whom is all my pleasure,  
The like of her doth not appear,  
she is so blessed a creature.   

O happy is that time and hour,  
that e'er I saw thy feature  
Sure heaven's bliss o● me did shower,  
to send me such a creature.  
She is so pleasing to my eye,  
the like was ne●er any,  
She's virtuous wise and very kind,  
she far surpasseth many.   

Her comely feature may compare,  
with any in Town or City.  
For courtesy she is most rare,  
likewise she's full of pity.  
No V●●●tue that can give consent,  
in all that hear her praises.  
But God to her the same hath lent,  
whereby her glory raises.   

Her golden locks like threads of gold,  
her eyes like stars do glister.  
Her cheeks the Rose and lilies fold,  
she may be Venus' sister.  
She hath a dimple in her chin.  
her neck shines like the crystal,  
The like hath seldom times been seen,  
she seemeth so celestial.   

Her arms and shoulders are complete,  
her breast like alabaster,  
Her wast and middle is so neat,  
there's none that e'er surpassed her.  
Her Eloquence gives such content,  
in all that hear her p●ases,  
That freely they'll give their consent,  
to yield her earthly praises.   

Her lily hands are at command,  
to do me any service.  
And quickly she will understand,  
a matter what so ere 'tis.  
If I bid go, she will not stay,  
to work me a displeasure,  
But presently she goes away,  
and is not this a treasure.   

Her parts below I'll not descry,  
for they are very neat ones.  
A dainty foot, a leg and Thigh,  
as can be made of flesh and bones.  
She is so perfect in her parts,  
that many were inflamed,  
On her they wholly set their hearts,  
and at her fully aimed.   

Thus to conclude and end my Song,  
I wish well to the female,  
Or else I should do them much wrong,  
and prove myself a Tell-tale,  
young men adieu prove not untrue,  
unto your only sweeting.  
Observe your time you need not rue,  
nor curse the time of meeting.    

Printed for F. Coles, T, Vere and W, Gilbertson.