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by a grove I rov'd for my fancy,

with ſweet muſic attending on me,

There I ſaw Phillis and beautiful Nancy,

as they ſat reading of their deſtiny

Crying, alas! what ſhall I ly under,

for to find out a true hearted ſwain,

What ſorrow & troubles my poor heart lies under,

true love I find is a tormenting pain.

Don't you remember the promiſe you made me,

that you'd be conſtant and true unto me,

You promis'd to marry and never deceive me,

yet ye daily increaſe my miſery;

Every night when I ought to be ſleeping,

tears trickle down me like ſhowers of rain,

My ſond heart would break if’twas not for weeping,

true love I find is a tormenting pain.

I wiſh little Cupid would grant me one favour,

for to let one of his own arrows fly,

Into the boſſom of my loving creature,

that ſhe may feel it as well as I;

That ſhe may feel it in every feature,

that ſhe may feel it in every vein,

Will marry me, follow me, and carry me over,

ſend me ſafe home to my charmer again.

Come my brave boys, now let us be drinking

never let ſorrow oppreſs your minds,

We'll drink a good health to the lads that's airy,

another good health to the girl that's kind;

So here's a good tealth to falſe hearted Nancy,

likewiſe to her ever true hearted ſwain,

We'll ſing & be jovial, & dance while we're able,

for true love I find is a tormenting pain.