JOHN's Earneft REQUEST,
OR,
BETTY's compassionate Love extended to him
in Time of Diftrefs.

Late in the night when all was faſt,
John came in both cold and wet;

And after some few words were paſt,
Betty him into her quarters let.

Come, open the door, sweet Betty,
For 'tis a cold winter's night,
The rains, and it blows, and it thunders,
And the moon it doth give no light,
It is all for the fake of sweet Betty.
That ever I loft my way,
Sweet let me lie befide thee,
Until it is break of day.

I dare not come down, sweet Johnny,
Nor I dare not let you in,
For fear of my father's anger,
And the rest of my other kin,
For my father he is awake,
And my mother she will us hear,
Therefore be gone, sweet Johnny,
My joy and only dear.

If that thou doſt love me, Ihow it,
And do not in anger frown, |
Thy parents they need not know it,
If thou wills softly come down?
Then prithee, now don't deny me,
But come at thy lover's call,
For what, tho' I should lie by thee,
I'll do thee no haran at all.

Alas! I am loth to venture,
For if that they should awake.
As soon as the doors you ente,
A racket I'm sure they'll make.
You know that old folks are forward,
And jealous of handfome men,
And should I be overpower'd,
In what cafe are we then?

I'll shelter my dear from danger,
Should any outrage begin;
Then know'ſt that I am no ſtranger,
Then prithee now let me in:
Long time in the cold have I tarry'd,
O pity thy true love John,
To-morrow we will be marry'd,
As I am an honest man.

This is a moſt pleafant ſtory.
Which almost my heart has won;
But if you ſhouln blaſt my glory,
And leave me when all is done.

My father would ſurely ehide me,
My mother would ſcold and brawl,
And all the young maids deride me,
And this will be worſt of all.

Thy Johnny will ne'er deceive thee,
But love thee as dear as hts life,
Nor will I one hour leave the,
Until thou art made my wife,
Let me not stand any longer,
For now my dear Betty behold,
The ſtorm grows ſtronger and ſtronger,
And I am both wet and cold.

It was about the midnight hour,
When Johnny did thus complain,
Poor heart, she had not the power,
To let him stand in the rain :
Without any longer dodging.
She open'd the door with ſpeed,
And let him into her lodging,
Poor man, he had ne'er more need.

It being cold winter weather,
They ſtrait did hurry to bed,
And there they cuddl'd together,
And John got her maidenhead.
She was of a courteous carriage,
By which Young Johnny was won,
Next day they were joined in marriage,
And was not this honestly done.