Love's fortune. OR, A faint-hearted Soldier will never win the Field.  

The Youngman's good fortune in wooing his Love:  
She was Rich, and he but poor,  
And she vowed she ne'er would love him more,  
Yet Day and Night he took great pain,  
And for to love her once again.   
Tune is, Sweet come love me once again.  
 
 
 

WAlking most early in a morning fair,  
I heard a youngman thus did say,  
O how do I live in despair,  
for her that's sweeter than the May:  
But I will to her once again,  
to see if she'll me entertain,  
With kisses sweet I will her greet,  
and for to love me once again.   

Sweetheart, said he, tell me thy mind,  
why thou shouldst thus hardhearted be:  
Or why wilt thou prove thus unkind  
to him that is so true to thee.  
But for my part, I'm Royal in my heart,  
and evermore will so remain;  
Sweet kill not me with disloyalty,  
but vow to love me once again.   

Kind Sir I thank you for your love,  
but you are very much to blame,  
To seek my thoughts thus for to prove,  
pish fie away be gone for shame.  
For many a maid hath been betrayed,  
therefore in love I pray give o'er,  
Hands off be gone, let me alone,  
for I vow I ne'er will love thee more.   

Alas dear love some pity take  
on me that loves you so entire;  
My life lies bound unto a stake,  
let me not burn in Cupid's Fire:  
My heart so free in loving thee,  
blind Cupid hath my senses ta'en:  
Some pity move my dearest love,  
and now, etc.   

Content thyself love say no more,  
for sure thou art no match for me,  
My Parents Rich and thine but poor,  
and that may cause great misery:  
And thus I'll say both night and day,  
a single life I'll ne'er give o'er,  
Therefore be gone, let me alone,  
for I vow I'll never love thee more.   

O be content my dearest love,  
on worldly means set not thy mind,  
Tho thou be Rich and I but poor,  
O be not thou to me unkind.  
No pains i'll spare, but take great care,  
thee for to please i'll take great pain;  
Be not unkind but change thy mind,  
and now come love me once again.   
 
 

KInd Sir, I thank you for your love,  
and for the pains that you would take;  
My mind you never can remove,  
I pray you choose some other mate:  
For words are but wind & may prove-unkind,  
therefore leave off I pray give o'er;  
To live with thee i'll not combine  
for I vow I'll never love thee more.   

Hard hap had I to set my love  
on one that cares so small for me,  
No hopes have I but from above,  
to change thy mind and fancy me;  
But yet I stand at thy command,  
sweet kill not me with coy disdain,  
Some pity take and answer make,  
that thou wilt love me again.   

Sweet come tell me (if thou can)  
the best way now this same to carry,  
If I should yield both heart and hand,  
to be thy Bride and for to marry:  
For friends and kindreds love to get,  
or surely it may breed great pain,  
Procure the same, i'll thee respect,  
I vow to love thee once again.   

My dearest dear take thou no care,  
but mark the words that I do say,  
What lies in me I will not spare,  
if thou wilt love and fancy me.  
Let Father frown, let Mother chide,  
a heart that's true will never slain,  
Come life or death i'll stick to thee,  
if thou wilt love me once again.  
The Maid.   

Five hundred pound my portion is,  
and all this on thee I will bestow,  
With heart and hand take here this kiss,  
thou art my own and shall be so:  
Come wealth or woe with thee i'll go,  
through England, Scotland, France or Spain  
Cupid hath told me it must be so,  
and I vow to love thee once again.   

All you true Lovers that hear this Song,  
let this to you a pattern be:  
Seek not your true Love for to wrong,  
neither for Gold nor yet for fee.  
He is my delight both day and night,  
true love is worth a Golden Chain,  
All you true Lovers is this not right,  
to grant true love for love again.    

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.