Sir William of the West: OR, The Entire Love and Courship, between a Noble Knight and Beautiful Mary; a Minister's Daughter in Dorsetshire.  
Tune of The Ring of Gold.  
Lincensed according to Order.  
 
 

YOung William met his Love  
taking her Pleasure,  
Whom he did prize above  
all Worldly Treasure;  
When she appeared in sight,  
said he, sweet jewel  
Thou art my heart's delight  
O! be not Cruel.   

Let me one smile in enjoy  
thy heart surrender,  
Love be no longer Coy  
To thy Pretender;  
My fading joys restore  
Why shouldst thou grieve me?  
Thy Charms I do adore,  
dearest believe me.   

Marry my only joy  
pity thy Lover  
Do not my Life destroy  
while I discover,  
How I am here inflamed  
by thy fair Beauty  
Sure I cannot be blamed  
to own my Duty.   

I am commanded so  
In Cupid's Power,  
Darts from whose fatal Bow  
soon will Devour  
My Life, if I deny  
To fall before thee,  
Therefore Love, live or die  
I will adore thee.   

Five hundred pounds a year  
I am possesing,  
And if thou wilt my dear,  
grant me the Blessing,  
Thou shalt be Dame of all  
I can't deny thee,  
If now in Love I shall  
dearest, lie by thee.   

Here take both heart and hand  
I dearly love thee  
No lady in the Land  
shall shine above thee,  
The same shall ever hold  
no Friend shall check thee,  
In Robes of shining Gold  
and Pearl I'll deck thee.   

Love had I now this day  
The Gold of Croesus  
I'd not be drawn away;  
kind Heaven bless us:  
Still will I dote on thee,  
this is no Story,  
Thou shouldst a Partner be  
of all my Glory.   

The Damsel than replied  
If you are Loyal  
I yield to be your Bride  
without denial:  
Gain but my Friends Good will,  
Father and Mother,  
Whom I have honoured still,  
above all other.   

When you have their Consent,  
that we should marry,  
Then I am well content,  
long will not tarry;  
At their Discretion I  
still will be guided,  
Who from my Infancy  
for me provided.   

I hope said he, my Love,  
They'll not deny me,  
If my sweet tender Dove  
will but stand by me.  
With that he straight did go  
in hopes to have her;  
They never answered no,  
but freely gave her.   

She was a fair young Dame,  
A Parson's Daughter;  
He from a Baron came,  
of whom hereafter  
A large Account I'll give  
When I have leisure,  
How they in Triumph live,  
joy, Peace, and Pleasure.    

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