True Lovers Victory Or the Northern couple agreed.

With Sugred words and smiling looks
He did so charm her sences,
That she did yield unto his Love
For all her late pretences.
To a rare Northern Tune, or Jennyscog wheel.
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A Boney blith Lady
in the North Countrey,
Whom Cupid had Wounded
most craftely
He met with his Love
and he told her his mind,
And thus he did greet her
with words so kind,
Come sit thee down by me
my own sweet joy
Thou wilt quite kill me
Ff 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 been at Fairs,
Yet ne're could I meet 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 Chaplets of Roses
thy head shall be crown'd.
And thy pinckt Petticoat
shall be lac't round.
WHen thou art drest in
thy Robes so gay,
Thou shalt be s [...]en like
the Queen of May:
The boney 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 thee.
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 thée they play,
I will sing thée
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 thée
all the cold night,
Thou'st want nothing
for thy delight,
Thou shalt have anything
thou shalt have me
Surely I have something
that will please thee.
She hearing her Lover
Thus kindly complain
From making him answer
she c [...]uld not refrain,
She gave him her hand
with a low courtesie:
And thus she replyed
I'le have none but thée.
Thy bonny fair face
And thy words so swéet,
Did conquer my heart
When we first did méet.
There's never a Lad
In the Nor [...]h Countrey
Shall ever 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 déed,
Since I may have any thing
I will have thée
Because thou hast something
that will please me.

Printed for J.C. at the Bible and Harp in West-smithfield.

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