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She went to his Captain and to him did say,
For this young man's discharge 40 guineas I'll pay,
Resolved to marry the man I adore,
For I never can stay till the wars are all o'er.

What can be so strong in the heart as true love,
When deck'd in beauty by the Powers above,
It never will flatter, dissemble, nor fly,
With my love I'll live, with my true love I'll die.

THE FORSAKEN NYMPH.

A walking, a talking, and a walking was I,
To meet my sweet Billy, he'll come by and by,
To meet him in the meadows is all my delight,
A walking and talking from morning till night.

Meeting is a pleasure, but parting is a grief,
And an inconstant lover is worse than a thief,
A thief can but rob me and take what I have,
But an inconstant lover sends me to my grave.

The grave it will rot me and bring me to dust,
But an inconstant lover no maiden can trust,
They'll kiss you, and court you, poor girls to deceive
There's not one in twenty that you can believe.

The cuckoo's a fine bird, she sings where she flies,
She brings us good tidings and tells us no lies,
She sucks of sweet flowers to keep her voice clear
The more she sings cuckoo, the summer draws near.

Come all ye pretty maidens wherever ye be,
Don't settle your mind in a sycamore tree,
The leaf it will wither, and the root it will die,
And if I'm forsaken, I know not for why.