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The Youngman he with carriage bold,  
did oft salute the Maiden,  
And unto her these words he told,  
his heart with love was laden;  
And if to him her love she'd grant  
he'd do his best endeavour.   

To maintain her she should not want,  
and he'd forsake her never.  
Because he was poor the maid was coy,  
and would not have him entertained  
But at last he became her love and joy,  
and much wealth with her he gained.   
 depiction of a woman  
 depiction of a man, hat in hand  
AS I was walking forth of late  
in the prime of the weather,  
I spied a young man and a maid  
both walking close together.  
The man begun, and thus he sung,  
sweet heart do not forgo me,  
Love me little and love me long,  
for I do come to woe thee.  Maid. 
Woe me good sir for what intent:  
you surely do but jeer me;  
I ne'er knew yet what Love meant,  
how then should I love you dearly?  
I am too young to be a wife  
and no love I can afford ye,  
I hold still best a single life  
my Maiden head will not load me.  Man. 
Ye do but jest sweet heart, quoth he,  
my honour so to slain love.  
My heart is Royal unto thee  
and so it shall remain love.  
My love is set on none but thee sweacute; et heart  
meaning no harm to do thee  
Then let all sorrows from thee part,  
for I do come to woe thee.  Maid. 
It is but in vain young man, quoth she  
to talk of such a matter,  
Then speak no more of Love to me,  
I know you do but flatter;  
For young men they will cog and lie  
and make much to abode ye,  
But I am resolved a maid to die,  
my Maiden head will not load me.  Man. 
'Tis true my dear, I must confess,  
that is but a light carriage,  
Yet I wish I had the happiness  
to join with you in marriage  
Though I cant court and compliment  
with fine speeches to thee,  
My heart is good and fully bend  
at this time for to woe thee.  
 depiction of a man  
 depiction of a woman with fan  Maid. 
ALas! good sir your time you waste  
it so seems by your talking  
If that you be in such haste,  
I pray you now be walking;  
The door is wide you may be gone  
no love I can afford ye:  
I had rather still to lie alone  
my Maidenhead will not load me.  Man. 
What is the cause, my Dear, of this  
you should be so offended,  
If I have spoke any thing amiss  
it shall be strait way amended:  
But what I speak is from my heart  
meaning no harm to do thee,  
Then let all sorrows from thee part,  
for my mind is still to woe thee.  Maid. 
I see sorrow with you is rife,  
and joy doth much refrain ye  
But if I should become your wife,  
pray, how would you maintain me:  
That is a thing to consider on,  
If love I should afford ye;  
Yet rather still to lie alone  
my Maiden head will not load me.  Man. 
To maintain thee, my heart's delight,  
I'll do my best endeavour;  
I'll work for thee both night and day,  
and I'll forsake thee never.  
In wealth and woe on thee I'll tend  
so thou'lt set no man above me;  
My person thy life it shall defend,  
for dearly I do love thee.  Maid. 
Well if you do but say and hold,  
what you do want I have it,  
I have seven hundred pound in gold  
thou shalt quickly crave it;  
All this to thee I'll freely give  
and never more forgo thee,  
But ever after while I live,  
I'll prove a good wife to thee.  Man. 
He strait way took her by the hand,  
and a loving kiss than gave her,  
Quoth he, I am at your command  
to do my best endeavour.  
Now I am thine and thou art mine  
in spite of stormy weather,  
So they both took hand in hand,  
and both went home together.  Man. 
Let all Lovers think on this,  
and be no more offended,  
And those that have done amiss  
strive in love to mend it.  
For my own part I gained a love  
the truth I will not smother,  
Though I was poor, yet she was rich,  
t'on will help out with tother.  
FINIS.  
J. W.   

London, Printed by E. C. for F. Coles, in Vine-Street near Hatton-Garden.