Doubtful ROBIN; Or, Constant NANNY. A New BALLAD.

Tune of, Wou'd you be a man of Fashion, or, Doubting Virgin.
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DEarest Nanny prithee tell me,
be so just as tell me true
What hard fate was that befell me
to be slighted so by you:
I that thought your vows so lasting
did imagine no deceit,
But I find all your protesting
to be nothing but a cheat.
But I find &c.
Tell me then thou faithless woman
why thou dost so ill with me,
Thou that did protest that no man
ever was so dear to thee:
Tho' in vain I should perswade thee
once thy promise to renew,
Yet I pitty to upbraid thee
that thou art so much untrue.
Yet &c.
Her Answer.
Dearest Robin pray believe me,
from my heart I freely speak,
I did never yet deceive thee,
nor my vows will never break;
I did alwaies love you dearly,
and no other man but you,
My poor heart does shew it clearly,
that I never was untrue.
My poor heart &c.
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Tell me pray why you are frighted
that I should unconstant prove,
Or to think that you are slighted,
or the least suspect my love;
Tell me pray that I may mend it,
if that any cause be due;
I am sure I can defend it,
for I never was untrue.
I am sure &c.
Take this kiss and take my heart too
if that will confirm my dear,
if you think I do not smart too,
will you then believe this tear:
Iealousie indéed may wrong us,
and our sorrows may renew,
if your fears bring that among us,
'tis in vain for to be true.
If your fears &c,
Yet my dearest ne'r shall find it
that I e're will prove unkind,
For I never yet design'd it
ever for to change my mind;
Since you once believ'd I lov'd you,
know I still shall do so too,
Let no jealous fancy move you
for to think I am untrue.
Let no jealous &c.
Dearest Nanny i'le believe thee,
And reserve thee to my heart,
For my jealous thoughts forgive me
and we never more will past:
All the day I will embrace thee,
to my fears i'le bid adieu,
VVhen at night I shall unlace thee,
thou shalt say that I am true.
When at night &c.
But I hope that we are friends too,
now thy patience I have try'd:
This i'le do for thy amends too
whensoe're you are my Bride,
There's my heart & there's my hand too,
to all sorrows bid adieu,
All I have you shall command too,
since I find that you are true.
All I have &c.
So they seal'd up their indentures
with a loving kiss or two,
Married straight at all adventures,
never Couple lov'd so true;
So I wish they may persevere
in this happy way of life,
Then true cause she will have never
to repent she was a wife.
Then true cause &c.

Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden ball in Py-Corner.

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