The Merry man's Resolution OR, His last farewell to his former acquaintance,  
Declaring how he rambled up and down,  
Through all the Suburbs of fair London Town,  
Where pretty wenches he did plenty find,  
But some of them agreed not with his mind,  
Till at the last by chance he found out one,  
Which pleased him best, so left the rest alone,  
To her he then clinged close as I heard tell,  
Made her his mate and bid the rest farewell.  
To a gallant new Tune, called the Highlanders new Rant.  

 
 

NOw farewell to Saint Giles'  
that standeth in the fields  
And farewell to Turnbull-street  
for that no comfort yields,  
Farewell unto the greyhound,  
and farewell the Bell,  
And farewell my landlady,  
whom I do love so well   

With a come Love,  
Stay Love,  
go not from me,  
For all the world i'll forsake for thee.   

Farewell to Long Acre,  
that stands near to the Mews  
And farewell unto Drury-Lane  
where pretty wenches use,  
And farewell unto Sodom  
and all her painted Drabs,  
And farewell unto Bloomsbury  
and all their vapouring scabs   

And come love,  
Stay Love,  
go not from me,  
For all the world i'll forsake for thee,   

Farewell to Crose-lane.  
it here lives some babes of grace's  
Farewell to Common-garden,  
and all her wanton places,  
Farewell unto West-minster  
and farewell to the Strand  
Where I had choice of mopsies even  
at my own command,   

Sing come Love,  
Stay Love,  
go a long with me,  
For all the world i'll forsake for thee.   

Farewell to the Bank side  
farewell to black-mans' street,  
Where with my bouncing lasses,  
I oftentimes did meet,  
Farewell to Kentstreet Garrison,  
farewell to Horsey-down,  
And all the smirking Wenches,  
that dwells in Redrif Town,   

And come Love,  
Stay Love,  
go a long with me,  
For all the world i'll forsake for thee.    

The second part  
to the same tune.  
 
 

NOw farewell unto Wapping  
and farewell to Blackwall,  
Farewell to Ratclife highway,  
Rosemary lane and all,  
And farewell unto Shoreditch,  
and morefield's eke also,  
Where mobs to pick up cullies,  
A night walking do go,   

Then come Love,  
Stay Love,  
go along with me,  
For all the world i'll forsake for thee.   

In White-crose street and Goldenlane  
do straping lasses dwell,  
And so there do in every street  
twixt that and Clarken well,  
At Cowcrose and Smithfield,  
I have much pleasure found,  
Where wenches like to fairies,  
did often trace the round,   

Yet come Love,  
Stay Love,  
go not from me,  
For all those girls i'll forsake for thee.   

Yet something more i'll speak off  
which seems to many strange.  
There's store of pretty wenches,  
lives near to the Exchange;  
And many more there are sure,  
that dwelleth in Cheapside,  
And other streets in London,  
which are both broad and wide,   

Yet come Love,  
Stay Love,  
go not from me,  
For all those girls i'll forsake for thee.   

To all the Country mopseis  
where ever they do dwell,  
In this my last conclusion,  
I like wise bid farewell,  
Though they were used in former time  
to come when I did call,  
I take thee for the boldest,  
and best among them all,   

Then come Love,  
Stay Love,  
go not from me,  
For all the world i'll forsake for thee.   

At Bristol and at Gloucester  
I had of love's great store:  
But now I find enough of thee,  
I will desire no more.  
And what I have said to thee  
thou shalt find true and right:  
He do thee trusty service  
at morning and at night   

Then come Love,  
Stay Love,  
go not from me,  
For all the world i'll forsake for thee.   

Farewell black patches,  
and farewell powdered locks,  
And farewell Luthners Ladies  
for they have got the pox,  
Farewell the Cherry-garden,  
forevermore adieu  
And farewell to Spur-Alley,  
and all that wanton crew,   

And come Love,  
Stay Love,  
go not from me,  
For all those girls I'll forsake for thee.    
I. P.  
Finis   

London printed for F. Grove on Snow-hill,