Sir William of the West: OR, The Entire Love and Courship, between a Noble Knight and Beautiful Mary; a Minister's Daughter in Dorsetshire.
Tune of
The Ring of Gold.
Lincensed according to Order.
YOung
William met his Love
taking her Pleasure,
Whom he did prize above
all Worldly Treasure;
When she appear'd in sight,
said he, sweet Iewel
Thou art my heart's delight
O! be not Cruel.
Let me one smile in injoy
thy heart surrender,
Love be no longer Coy
To thy Pretender;
My fading Ioys restore
Why shouldst thou grieve me ?
Thy Charms I do adore,
dearest believe me.
Mary my only Ioy
pity thy Lover
Do not my Life destroy
while I discover,
How I am here inflam'd
by thy fair Beauty
Sure I cannot be blam'd
to own my Duty.
I am commanded so
In
Cupid's Power,
Darts from whose fatal Bow
soon will Devour
My Life, if I deny
To fall before thee,
Therefore Love, live or dye
I will adore thee.
Five hundred pounds a year
I am possesing,
And if thou wilt my dear,
grant me the Blessing,
Thou shalt be Dame of all
I can't deny thee,
If now in Love I shall
dearest, lye by thee.
Here take both heart and hand
I dearly love thee
No lady in the Land
shall shine above thee,
The same shall ever hold
no Friend shall check thee,
In Robes of shining Gold
and Pearl I'll deck thee.
Love had I now this day
The Gold of
Craesus
I'd not be drawn away;
kind Heaven bless us:
Still will I dote on thee,
this is no Story,
Thou shouldst a Partner be
of all my Glory.
The Damsel then reply'd
If you are Loyal
I yield to be your Bride
without denyal:
Gain but my Friends Good will,
Father and Mother,
Whom I have honour'd still,
above all other.
When you have their Consent,
that we should marry,
Then I am well content,
long will not tarry;
At their Discretion I
still will be guided,
Who from my Infancy
for me provided.
I hope said he, my Love,
They'll not deny me,
If my sweet tender Dove
will but stand by me.
With that he streight did go
in hopes to have her;
They never answer'd no,
but freely gave her.
She was a fair young Dame,
A Parson's Daughter;
He from a Baron came,
of whom hereafter
A large Account I'll give
When I have leisure,
How they in Triumph live,
Ioy, Peace, and Pleasure.
Printed for P. Brooksby, I. Deacon. I. Blare, and I. Back.