The Unkind Parents: OR, The Languishing Lamentation of two Loyal Lovers.
To an Excellent New Tune.
Licensed according to Order.
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(1.)
NOw fare thou well my Dearest Dear,
and fare thou well a while,
Altho' I go, I'll come again;
if I go ten thousand mile, Dear Love,
if I go ten thousand mile.
(2.)
Ten thousand miles is far, dear Love,
for you to come to me,
Yet I could go full ten times more,
to have thy company, dear Love,
to have thy, &c.
(3.)
Thou art my Joy and chief delight,
Love, leave me not behind,
If from my presence you take flight,
then are you most unkind, dear Love,
then are &c.
(4.)
I cannot be unkind, my Dear,
my heart is link'd to thee;
But while on Shore I tarry here,
thy Friends does frown on me, dear Love,
thy Friends, &c.
(5.)
For they in Riches so bound,
that I am held in scorn;
This gives my heart a fatal wound,
which makes my life forlorn, dear Love,
which makes, &c.
(6.)
O cruel Parents, most unkind,
the cause of all my woe;
This parting to my grief I find,
will prove my overthrow, dear Love,
will prove &c.
(7.)
If thou dost cross the roaring Seas,
into a Forreign Land,
My heart will never be at ease,
destruction is at hand, dear Love,
destruction, &c.
(8.)
O say not so, let patience guide
thy heart, and don't complain;
For tho' I cross the Ocean wide,
I may return again, dear Love,
I may &c.
(9.)
Thy Parents that are so unkind,
who does our peace annoy,
May then be of another mind,
and Crown our days with Joy, dear Love
and Crown, &c.
(10.)
Maid.) If thou shouldst languish in distress
in Forreign parts alone;
Thy grief in Tears thou might'st express,
and I not hear thy moan, dear Love.
and I, &c.
(11.)
If solemnly yon do ingage
to range perpetually,
I will in habit of a Page,
go through the world with thee, dear Love,
go through, &c.
(12.)
Ah! say not so my Charming Fair;
for why sweet Saint behold,
Thy tender nature cannot bear
the melting heat and cold, dear Love,
the melting, &c.
(13.)
Altho' I may in Deserts range,
my heart is linked fast;
Therefore my mind shall never change,
so long as life does last, dear Love,
so long, &c.
(14.)
Mountains and Rocks on wings shall fly,
and roaring Billows burn.
E're I will act Disloyalty;
then wait for my return, dear Love,
then wait, &c.
(15.)
Love, might I have a Lord or Earl,
the chief Nobility,
Who would deck me with Orient Pearl,
I'd slight them all for thee, dear Love,
I'd slight, &c.
(16.)
And even as the Turtle Dove
sits Cooing on a Tree,
For the return of her true Love,
so will I wait for thee, dear Love,
so will I wait for thee.
Printed for C. Bates, next the Crown-Tavern in West-Smithfield.