The Lovers Pastime, OR An Amorous Encounter.  
Betwixt two Lovers that did well agree  
For to make use of time as you may see,  
Time cannot be recalled being once lost  
And Lovers in delights are often crost.  
To the Tune of Turn love, &c.  
 portrait of a man  portrait of a woman  

AN amorous pair of young Lovers,  
one Evening chanced to meet,  
When Cupid was shooting at Rovers  
this couple did lovingly greet  
And after a kind salutation,  
this gallant began to draw nigh,  
His Lady to court, for pastime and sport  
in hopes there was no body by.   

Come hither my pretty Betty,  
with thy fair rolling eye,  
Dost think that thou canst love Me  
no indeed not I.  
Why dost thou make me that answer  
prithee tell me the reason why,  
Dost think thyself too young for me  
no by my troth not I.   

What is the reason my Betty  
of late thou art grown so coy,  
Hast thou any secret promise made  
no indeed not I.  
Then for to make the matter short,  
resolve me or else I die,  
Wilt thou prove unkind to me  
no by my, &c.   

This place it doth seem to invite us  
a little to sport, and to play,  
And every thing dot● delight us  
now we are togeth r this day,  
If I should presume to be billing  
hence no body can us spy,  
I hope thou wilt not be unwilling  
no by my troth not I.   
 a woman and a man  

LOng time have I wished to enjoy thee  
that I might my Betty embrace,  
For shane thou wilt never deny me,  
for now is the time and the place,  
We'l huddle, we'l kiss, and we'l tumble  
so prittily down we will lie,  
Provided that thou wilt not grumble  
no by my troth not I.   

What pleasure I take to be merry  
with Betty so loving and kind,  
Thy lips are as read as a Cherry  
thy beauty doth ravish my mind,  
But for to speak a little in sport  
if I with thee should lie,  
I hope you will not chide me for't  
no by my, &c.   

I took her by the hand and I kist her  
for I was both merry and jolly,  
I would not for money have mist her  
since I had a mind for to dally.  
Whilst we were thus prittily wooing  
I asked her if she would not cry  
If I should begin to be doing  
no by my, &c.   

Then let us be quick and be nimble  
for suddenly we must depart,  
My Betty I scorn to dissemble  
I love thee with all my heart,  
But what if thy belly should chance to swell,  
and thy mother should ask thee why,  
wouldst thou to her the reason tell,  
no by my, &c.   

Then I in my arms did embrace her  
and bid her to be of good cheer,  
I  told her I would not disgrace her  
but called her my love and my dear,  
She laid her self upon the bed  
where no body could descry,  
Quoth I my dear thou art not afaid  
no by my, &c,   

What pretty delight we enjoyed there  
I'l leave it to Lovers to judge  
How loving and kindly we toy'd there  
without either grumble or grudge  
Quoth I now my own pretty Betty,  
with thee I my valour will try,  
And i'l have thee toth wine, if thou wilt not repined  
no by my, &c,   

I took her off the bed then  
and I set her in the chair,  
Now thou hast done with me quoth she  
I prithee draw near my dear  
If I should come too near to thee  
I fear that thou wouldst cry  
For losing of thy Maiden-head;  
no by my, &c.   

But now it is time to be going  
from Betty I needs must part  
'Tis time to leave of our wooing  
although it doth grieve my heart  
When ever we meet, I entreat thee my sweet  
that thou wilt be loving as I  
And never to grudge, my taking a touch.  
no by my troth not I.    

P●●nted for R. Burton at the horse-shoe in West-smith-field. With Allowance.