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My wife is still most froward bent,

Such is my luckless fate, There is no man will be content

With my unhappy state.

Thus to conclude, and make an end

Of these my verses rude,
I pray all wives for to amend,

And with peace to be endued : Take warning all men by the life,

That I sustained long, Be careful how you choose a wife,

And so I'll end my song.

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XLI.

“ THE MERRY CARELESSE LOVER:

OR,

A pleasant new Ditty, called,

I love a lasse since yesterday,

. And yet I cannot get her.' To the tune of—The Mother beguiled the Daughter.

(From a black letter copy, printed for Coules.]

OFT

Ft have I heard of many men,

Whom love hath sore tormented, With grief of heart and bitter smart,

And minds much discontented, Such love to me shall never be

distasteful, grievous, bitter.
I have loved a lass since yesterday,

And yet I cannot get her.
But let her choose, if she refuse,

And go to take another,
I will not grieve, but still will h -

The merry careless lover

firm to me,

I will no foolish lover be

To waste my means upon her, But if she do

prove
In heart I will her honour,
And if she scorn my part to take

I know a way to fit her ;
My heart with grief shall never ache,

What man soever get her.
Then let her choose if she refuse,

And go to take another.
I will not grieve but still will be

The merry careless lover.

And yet I know not what to think,

She makes a show she loves me, What need I fear from me she'll shrink,

Some foolish passion moves me,
Sometimes to hope, sometimes to fear

It hangs upon a twitter;
Whether she hates or loves me dear,

To lose her or to get her.
But let her choose, if she refuse, &c.

Some women they are firm in love,

And some they are uncertain, Scarce one in twenty loyal prove,

Yet if it were my fortune, VOL, I.

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To get this lass unto my wife,

I know not one more fitter, In lawful love to lead our lives,

If ’t were my hap to get her, But let her choose, &c.

I am a man indifferent,

Whether she will or will not,
My sweet-heart be, for love to me,

If she does not, it skills not,
If she fancy me, I'll constant be,

This lass she is a knitter,
And I have loved her since yesterday,

But yet I cannot get her.
But let her choose, if she refuse,

And go to take another,
I'll never grieve but still will be,

The merry careless lover.

SECOND PART.

This lass she doth in Yorkshire live,

There in a town called Forset, Her mind to labour she doth give,

She can knit silk or worsted,

I know not well what I should say,

In speech she's sometimes bitter, And I have her lov'd since yesterday,

And yet I cannot get her.
But let her choose if she refuse,

And go to take another,
I'll never grieve, but still will be

The merry careless lover.

Sometimes she will upon me smile,

And sometimes she is sullen,
As she doth sit, and stockings knit

Of jarsy and of woollen,
She gets the praise above the rest

To be a curious knitter,
She loves me as she doth profess,

And yet I cannot get her.
But let her choose, &c.

Her portion is not very much,

But for the same what care So she with me will but keep touch,

And not in mind will vary ; For pelf I do not pass a straw,

Her beauty likes me better, For I have lov'd her since yesterday,

And yet I cannot get her. But let her choose, &c.

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