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Altho; I was forc'd to plough the raging main,
With joy I'm returned to you once again,
With gold and with silver, to you I'll resign,
If you will consent, my dear, to be mine.
It was your cruel parents that forc'd me away,
Else with you, my jewel, I'd rather have stay'd,
All in your sweet company, which I do adore,
Alas! I was afraid I ne'er should see you more.
So now my dear charmer, let's no longer delay,
But now to the church let us haste away,
Where you and I'll join in love's fweet content,
They ne'er stood to parley, but to church they went.
THE WILLOW WILL.
THE willow you say is a pretty flower,
which you have caused me for to wear;
Thee have I courted for many long hours,
but all in vain it hath proved I fear.
The willow you say, etc.
False you have turned, tho' now you complain,
don't you remember the garland you sent,
The willow-will fram'd it, & false hearts adorn'd it,
little once did I think of your intent.
Falsse have you-turned etc
I am the young man who says he loves you,
ready to come and speak it I vow,
The garland you sent, it don't become me,
tho' you do force me to wear it now.
I am the young man, etc.
On Monday morn I am ready to meet you,
and to love's alter lead you away;
The ring I'll get, the licence is ready,
dear girl for thee I no longer can stay.
On Monday morn, etc.
