True Lovers Victory Or the Northern couple agreed.  
With Sugared words and smiling looks  
He did so charm her senses,  
That she did yield unto his Love  
For all her late pretences.  
To a rare Northern Tune, or Jennyscog wheel.  
 

A Boney blithe Lady  
in the North Country,  
Whom Cupid had Wounded  
most craftily  
He met with his Love  
and he told her his mind,  
And thus he did greet her  
with words so kind,   

Come sit thee down by me  
my own sweet joy  
Thou wilt quite kill me  
Ff thou prove coy  
Shouldst thou prove coy  
and not love me,  
Where shall I find  
such a one as thee.   

I have been at Wakes  
and I have been at Fairs,  
Yet ne'er could I meet one  
that with thee compares:  
Far have I travelled  
yet never could find;  
One I loved like thee  
if thou prove so kind.   

Thou shalt have a  
gay Gown of the best,  
With gay fine Buskins  
thy feet shall be dressed:  
With Chaplets of Roses  
thy head shall be crowned.  
And thy pinked Petticoat  
shall be laced round.   

WHen thou art dressed in  
thy Robes so gay,  
Thou shalt be s●en like  
the Queen of May:  
The boney young Lasses  
that lives by thee,  
Shall all take delight  
in thy company.   

We will go early  
to the brook side,  
And catch Fishes  
as they do glide  
Every little Fish  
thy Prisoner shall be  
Thou shalt catch them  
and i'll catch thee.   

The Birds in the Grove  
shall come at thy beck,  
And from thy Lily white  
hands they shall peck:  
And whilst with their Notes  
about thee they play,  
I will sing thee  
a Roundelay.   

Now let me kiss  
thy cherry lips fair,  
And praise all thy Features  
that are so rare:  
Thy forehead is high  
and lofty doth rise,  
Thy sweet Ruby lips  
and thy pretty black Eyes.   

I'll lie by thee  
all the cold night,  
Thou'st want nothing  
for thy delight,  
Thou shalt have anything  
thou shalt have me  
Surely I have something  
that will please thee.   

She hearing her Lover  
Thus kindly complain  
From making him answer  
she c●uld not refrain,  
She gave him her hand  
with a low courtesy:  
And thus she replied  
I'll have none but thee.   

Thy bonny fair face  
And thy words so sweet,  
Did conquer my heart  
When we first did meet.  
There's never a Lad  
In the Nor●h Country  
Shall ever have my favour  
but only thee.   

Then let us gang to the Kirk  
now with speed.  
For why I think long  
till we do the deed,  
Since I may have any thing  
I will have thee  
Because thou hast something  
that will please me.    

Printed for J.C. at the Bible and Harp in West-smithfield.