Covetous-minded Parents, O. R, The Languishing young Gentlewoman  
Whose Friends would have her Marry an old Miser for the sake of his Gold, which she utterly refused to do, resolveing to be true to the first.  
Tune is, Farewell my dearest Dear.  
Licenced according to Order.  
 
 

I Am a Damosel fair  
of blooming Beauty;  
Therefore I do declare  
it is my Duty  
My Parents to obey,  
Father and Mother;  
They'd have me Marry Grace,  
I love another.   

Grace hath five Thousand Pound,  
in ready Money;  
There Riches doth abound,  
but yet my Honey   

Whom I shall still adore,  
brings Love and Pleasure,  
The which I value more  
than Gold and Treasure.   

Good God what shall I do,  
whom shall I matry?  
Father and Mother too  
constantly weary  
Their Child to entertain  
this wretched Miser;  
For which they are to blame,  
would they were wiser.   
 
 

What are those bags of Gold  
without a Blessing?  
My Dearest Love behold  
he is possessing  
My heart and all that's dear,  
how can I leave him?  
Heaven may prove severe  
it I deceive him.   

Before my Vow I'll break,  
Death shall destroy me:  
I will no other take,  
he must enjoy me.  
Though Friends continually  
scorn and deride me;  
With him I'll Live and die,  
what ere betid me.   

Though Grace hath Riches store,  
my Dear's above him;  
Nay, had he ten times more,  
I could not love him:  
His Gold I count but dross,  
dregs of confusion,  
Which often proves a cross  
in the conclusion.   

Gold, Pearl and Silver bright  
I ne'er desire  
Give me my heart's delight,  
whom I admire;  
That Treasure I'd enjoy,  
my sweetest jewel:  
What grief will me destroy,  
Parents are cruel.   

Though tedious Nights I spend  
in mournful weeping;  
My Heart, entire Friend,  
thou hast in keeping:  
Bear up a cheerful mind,  
let nothing grieve thee;  
It I was not confined,  
I'd never leave thee.   

When my free liberty  
once I recover;  
I'll quickly be with thee  
my loyal lover.  
Though now with bitter mean,  
grief does annoy me,  
No man but thee alone  
e'er shall enjoy me.    

Printed for P, Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Ba●●