The Conceited Lover, OR The enamoured young man,
His Betty is in his conceit the rarest
Just like the Crow whi
[...]h thinks her own bird fairest,
He deeply is enamoured you must know,
Which makes him in her praise to overflow,
He highly doth commend her she's so pritty,
As if that none but he had
[...]uch a Betty.
The Tune is prithee Love turn to me, &c.
COme
Betty why art thou so bashful
come give me a kiss for a pledge,
For why I have vow'd to be faithful
[...]y Love I will frée y ingage,
Sit down whilst the Birds are a singing
[...]hy fame I will spread to the sky,
That all y
e whole world may s
[...]e & behold
what a pretty sweet Betty have I.
Then do not thou bl
[...]sh for the matter
Wh
[...]st I do
[...]hy praises set forth
[...]hy beauty
[...]ee
[...] no
[...] t
[...] fl
[...]tter,
Since thou ar
[...] a girl of great worth
Whatever
the[?] world may imagine
The same will I say till I dye,
[...] ever he be, he plainly may see
[...]
Thy forehead is prittily raised
And thy
hair[?] the Amber doth shine,
Each f
[...] deserves to be praised
Thy
[...]auty is almost Divine.
[...]hy sparkling eyes & thy cherry cheeks
[...] th
[...] lips of a crimson Dye
Doth make me to say by night & by Day
what a, &c.
Thy bo
[...]y so neat and so tender
[...]hy middle and every part,
Thy fingers so small and so slender
H
[...]h stoln away my poor heart,
For a Leg & a foot, & another thing toot
Believe me I scorn for to lye
Thou
[...]est y
e day & I boldly may say
what a, &c.
THer's never a Girl in the City
That can with my Betty compare,
She is so compleat and so pretty
So beautiful and so rare,
Oh how it doth ra
[...]ish
[...] sences
To have her still in m
[...]
[...]ye
It lightens my heart, and every part
to think what a Betty have I.
As thr
[...]ugh the woods we are walking
Abroad in the prime of the Spring
Of love we are pleasantly talking
Whilst pritty birds sweetly sing,
And strain forth their note
[...]
to please[?] us
And chirp it melodiously
What pleasure it is, to take a
[...],
and to say what a Betty have I.
The woods and the Groves do inv
[...] us
Our pleasures abroad for to take
The flowers in the meadows delight us
Whil'st we pritty posies do make
We sport away time for a fancy,
Where no body can us espy
My hony, my dear come sit thee down here,
what a pretty sweet Betty have I.
See where little
Cupid is sporting
Alone by that fair rivers side
Where Lovers are often resorting
His ar
[...]o
[...]ce he closely doth hide
He pluckt out a dart & he wounded my heart
Which made me aloud for to cry
Now I am in love and I plainly will prove
what a pretty sweet Betty have I.
I'le
have thée[?] most richly attir'd
I
[...] grén like
Diana the fair
By all men thou shalt be admir'd
No N
[...]mph ever séem'd so rare;
I'l deck thée sweet Posies and Garlands
[...]hich shall he most fair to the eye,
And all my
[...]ight shall be in thy sight
what a pretty sweet Betty have I.
What ever my Betty requires
With speed I will quickly procure
New fashions or what thou desirest
Be it never so fine and so pure
I'l strain m
[...] estate for to please thee
Believe me I hate for to lie,
So I have the bliss, for to take a sweet kiss,
and to say what a Betty have I.
Then prithe be merry and chearfull
Let sorrow be banisht away
For thou hast no cause to be fearful
Thy will I will ever obey,
If[?] fortune befriend my intentions
I care not a trip of a Dye
Thy time will draw near when I need not to fear
for to say what a Betty have I.
And so my sweet Betty I'l leave thee
Because we at present m
[...]st part,
B
[...] I
will[?] never deceive t
[...]ee
Fo
[...]
[...] thou enjo
[...]est my heart
Th
[...]
[...]e will seem long till I see thee
And have thee to lye by my side
What joy and what bliss it will be for to kiss
and have Betty to be my sweet bride,
Printed for R. Burton at the Horse-shoe in Westsmith-field.
With Allowance.