True Lovers Victory Or the Northen Couple agreed.

With Sugred words and smiling looks
He did charm her sences,
That she did yeild unto his Love
For all her late pretences.
To a rare Northern Tune, Or, Jennies Cog-wheel.
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A Bonny blith Lad
in the North Countrey,
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 the down by me
mine own sweet joy,
Thou wilt quite kill me
if thou prove coy.
Should'st thou prove coy
and not love me,
Where shall I find
such a one as thee.
I have been at Wakes
and I have béen at Fares
Yet ne'r could I méet one
that with thee compares:
Far have I travel'd
yet never could find,
One I lov'd like thee
if thou prove so kind.
Thou shalt have a
gay Gown of the best,
With gay fine Buskins
thy feet shall be drest:
With Caplet [...]s of Roses
thy head shall be crown'd
And thy pink Petticoat
shall be lac'd round.
VVHen thou art drest in
thy Robes so gay,
Thou shalt be seen like
the Queen of May:
The bonny 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 [...]le catch thée.
The Birds in the Grove
shall come at thy beck,
And from thy Lilly 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 swéet ruby lips
and thy pretty black Eyes,
I'le lye by thee
all the cold night,
Thou'st want nothing
for thy delight.
Thou shalt hapt any thing
thou shalt have me
Surely I have something
that will please thee.
She hearing her Lover
Thus kindly complain
From making him answer
she could not refrain,
She gave him her hand
with a low curtesie,
And thus she replyed
I'le have none but the [...].
Thy bonny fair face
And thy words so sweet,
Did conquer my heart
When we first did meet,
The [...]'s never a Lad
In t [...]e North Countrey
Sha [...]l lever have my favor
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 F. Coles T. Vere, J. Wright J. Clarke.

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