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THE FATHER HATH BEGUILED THE SON
That ith way of marriage, Or such kinde of carriage
the father beguiVd his owne sonne.
1 Yet of such a thing I purpose to sing:
and tis of a certaine truth, A widower old Well stored with gold:
had one onely sonne a fine youth, In Wiltshire of late Neere to Bodwin the great:
this strange and true story was done, Then list and giue eare And you truly shall heare:
how the father beguiVd his owne sonne.
3 A pretty young maid, In the place aforesaid:
in a Gentlemans house did dwell And this youthfull lad So much view of her had,
that with her in loue he soone fell: By day and by night He wisht for her sight,
and she at the last was wonne, To plight him her troth, Yet she broke her oath,
for the father beguiV d his owne sonne.
4 For once on a day
The young man did say: vnto his wise and aged dad,
That twas his intent
(Worse things to preuent)
with marriage to make him glad:
Me thinkes first quoth he,
Your wife I might see, why will you hastily run: