Come hither my own sweet duck, And sit upon my knee, That thou and I may truck For thy Commodity, If thou wilt be my honey, Then I will be thine own, Thou shall not want for money If thou wilt make it known; With hey ho my honey, My heart shall never rue, For I have been spending money And amongst the jovial Crew. I prethee leave thy scorning, Which our true love beguiles, Thy eyes are bright as morning, The Sun shines in thy smiles, Thy gesture is so prudent, Thy language is so free, That he is the best Student Which can study thee; With hey ho, _&c._ The Merchant would refuse His Indies and his Gold If he thy love might chuse, And have thy love in hold: Thy beauty yields more pleasure Than rich men keep in store, And he that hath such treasure [p. 107.] Never can be poor; With hey ho, _&c._ The Lawyer would forsake His wit and pleading strong: The Ruler and Judge would take Thy part wer’t right or wrong; Should men thy beauty see Amongst the learned throngs, Thy very eyes would be Too hard for all their tongues; With hey ho, _&c._ Thy kisses to thy friend The Surgeons skill out-strips, For nothing can transcend The balsome of thy Lips, There is such vital power Contained in thy breath, That at the latter hour ’Twould raise a man from death; With hey, ho, _&c._ Astronomers would not Lye gazing in the skies Had they thy beauty got, No Stars shine like thine eyes: For he that may importune Thy love to an embrace, Can read no better fortune Then what is in thy face. With hey ho, _&c._ The Souldier would throw down [p. 108.] His Pistols and Carbine, And freely would be bound To wear no arms but thine: If thou wert but engaged To meet him in the field, Though never so much inraged Thou couldest make him yield, With hey ho, _&c._ The seamen would reject [Seaman] To sayl upon the Sea, And his good ship neglect To be aboard of thee: When thou liest on thy pillows He surely could not fail To make thy brest his billows, And to hoyst up sayl; With hey ho, _&c._ The greatest Kings alive Would wish thou wert their own, And every one would strive To make thy Lap their Throne, For thou hast all the merit That love and liking brings; Besides a noble spirit, Which may conquer Kings; With hey ho, _&c._ Were _Rosamond_ on earth I surely would abhor her, Though ne’r so great by birth I should not change thee for her; Though Kings and Queens are gallant, [p. 109.] And bear a royal sway, The poor man hath his Talent, And loves as well as they, With hey ho, _&c._