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Then straight to her father the squire did go,
And the whole matter he gave him to know,
Her father was pleas'd he should be his son,
And said if she loves him it soon shall be done.
All things were agreed on, the time was set,
And now as soon as this couple were met
This perjured villain, the innocent fair
He with false delusions began to ensnare.
With modesty she unto him did say
Sir, do not my honour thus strive to betray,
This is not true love, but lust that you mean,
Better it had been if I ne'er had you seen.
It will not be long 'ere I shall be your bride:
Then seek not my ruin, she to him replied:
I talk not of ruin thou pride of my life,
May heaven forsake me if thou'rt not my wife.
With many persuasions his will he obtain'd,
And then her bright person he soon disdained;
For straight up to London this villain did come,
Leaving his jewel in sorrow to mourn.
Her parents wonder'd the squire ne'er came,
Asking their daughter the cause of the same;
She said, honoured father the cause I don't know
But men they are fickle, and so let him go.
Tho she to her father did not seem surpriz'd,
