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The Song Book
Why does my love, Willy, prove false and unkind, O why does he change like the wavering wind, From one that is loyal in every degree, Ah, why does he change to another from me ? In the meadows as we were a making of hay, Oh there did we pass the soft minutes away, And then was I kiss'd and set down on his knee, No man in the world was so loving as he.
But now he has left me, and Fanny the fair Employs all his wishes, his hopes, and his care ; He kisses her lip as she sits on his knee, And says all the sweet things he once said to me. But, if she believe him, the false-hearted swain Will leave her, and then she with me may complain ; For nought is more certain, believe, silly Sue, Who once has been faithless can never be true.
She finished her song, and rose up to be gone, When over the meadow came jolly young John, Who told her that she was the joy of his life, And if she'd consent he would make her his wife : She could not refuse him, to church so they went, Young Willy's forgot, and young Susan's content. Most men are like Willy, most women like Sue, If men will be false, why should women be true ?
Chappell. From The Merry Musician.