THREE Alamode SONGS. OR, wit and FANCY REVIVED.  

The Lady's Delight.  

1  
MY lodging is one the cold ground,  
And very hard is my fare:  
But that which troubles me much is,  
The unkindness of my dear?   

But Still I cry come turn love,  
And I Prethey love turn to me.  
For thou art the lad that I longed for.  
And alas what remedy.   

2  
I'll crown thee with garlands of straw then,  
And marry thee with a rush ring:  
My frozen hopes shall thaw then,  
And merrily will I sing:   

O turn to me my dear love.  
And I preathee love turn to me  
For thy love is the thing that above can,  
Procure my liberty.   

3  
But if thou will harden thy heart still,  
And be deaf to my pitiful moan.  
Then I must endure the smart still:  
And tumble in straw alone.   

Yet still I cry oh turn love,  
Oh turn from thy cruill-ties;  
For thou art the man that alone art  
The cause of my miseries.    

The Jovial Hector.  

1  
HOw happy and free is Plunder,  
When we care not for Jove nor his Thunder?  
Having entered a Town,  
The lasses go down,  
And to their O're-comers lie under   

Then why should we study to love and look pale  
And make long addresses to what will grow stale?   

2  
If her fingers be soft, long and slender,  
When once we have made her to render,  
She will handle a Flute  
Better far than a Lute,  
And make what was heard to grow te-nder.   

Then why should we study to love, and look pale  
And make long addresses to what will grow stale?   

3  
When the Houses with flashes do glitter,  
We can sever our sweets from the bitter,  
And in that bright night  
We can take our delight,  
And no damsel shall scape but we'll hit her.   

Then why should we study to love, and look pale  
And make long addresses to what will grow stale?    

The Loving shepherd.  

1  
AMarillis told her Swain,  
Amarillis told her Swain  
That in love he should be plain  
And not think to deceive her.   

Still he protested on his truth  
That he would never leave her.   

2  
If thou dost keep thy vow quoth she,  
And that thou ne'er dost leave me,  
There's ne'er a Swain in all this plain  
That ever shall come near thee   

For Garlands and enbroydered Scrips,  
For I do love thee dearly.   

3  
But Colin if thou change thy love  
But Colin if thou change thy love  
A tigress then I'll to thee prove  
If e'er thou dost come near me.   

Amarilis fear not that,  
For I do love thee dearly.    
FINIS.