LOVE in a Bush: OR, The two Loyal Lovers Joy completed.  

She seemed to flight her Heart's delight,  
which caused him to complain:   

But when she see his Loyalty,  
she made him glad again.   
Tune of, Oh so ungrateful a Creature.  
This may be Printed. R. P.  
 
 

ONe Evening in Summer season,  
when each Lad walks with his Lass,  
In the cool shades which are pleasing,  
as by a Grove I did pass,  
My wand'ring fancy contenting,  
musing myself all alone,  
I heard a youngman lamenting,  
making this sorrowful moan.   

O cruel Maid! thus to slight me  
whom you once loved so dear;  
There is nothing can delight me,  
since my fate is so sovere,  
Just in the height of my Blessing  
to turn my pleasure to pain;  
and when I should be possessing,  
to ture me with her disdain.   

You little Birds that flock hither,  
and in this Grove do abide,  
Witness how oft she vowed never  
nothing our Hearts should divide:  
Yet now her love it is ended,  
and I the cause cannot tell,  
If I have ever offended,  
it was in loving too well.   

When I, with sorrow surrounded,  
move her to pity my pain,  
The more I sue I am wounded  
with the Darts of her disdain:  
If that the love of another  
makes her deny me relief,  
Yet I for ever will love her,  
though she's the cause of my grief.   
 

O ye kind powers befriend me,  
and in her Breast pity move,  
That she some comfort may send me,  
since I so constant do prove:  
Though she give me a denial,  
thus by her unconstancy,  
Yet I will ever be loyal,  
and her true Lover will die.   

When he had ended this Ditty,  
he was about to depart;  
Then a young Damosel most pretty  
out of a Bush there did start:  
Who to the youngman then going,  
Let not sad Grief thee annoy:  
Thus she said while Tears was flowing  
with the Excess of her joy.   

Dearest, since I unperceived  
heard you your passion express,  
And thereby my doubts relieved,  
now I the truth will confess:  
To try your Love I denied you,  
which since I find to be true,  
I will love no one beside you,  
therefore bid Sorrow adieu.   

Though I did seem so ungrateful  
as your true Love do disdain,  
Yet in my heart I was faithful,  
and so I still will remain:  
Happy is she, my dear jewel,  
that such a Lover can find;  
Ah! who could ever he cruel  
to one so constant and kind?   

All the sad grief you endured  
was for my sake I do know;  
Therefore you may be assured  
that I my Heart will bestow  
On thee without a denial;  
witness ye Powers above,  
That I will ever be loyal  
and true to thee my dear Love.   

Thus with sweet kisses expressing  
unto the youngman her mind,  
Who wrapped with joy such a Blessing  
so unexpected to find,  
Gave her a thousand sweet kisses,  
both their joys than was complete.  
There is no Maiden but wishes  
such a true Lover to meet.    

Printed for James Bissel at the Bible and Harp in West Smithfield.