[The broadside ballad version of"I'll never love thee more" was directed to be sung to "O no, no, no, not yet." The broadside ballad expansion is listed at ZN1795 in the broadside ballad index on my website. Here is the shorter version from the Percy folio MS:]

O nay: O nay: not: yett.

A yong man walking alone
abroad to take the ayre
itt was his chance ffor him to meete
a maiden passing ffaire.
desiring of her curtesie
awhile with him down to sitt;
shee answered him most modestlye,
"O nay! O nay!, not yett!

Forty Crown I will giue thee,
sweete hart in good red gold,
if that I may thy ffavour haue,
thy bewty to behold.
& then she spoke now readilye
& with a ready witt,
I will not sell my honestye!
"O nay! O nay!, not yett!

Gold & money is but drosse,
& worldly vanittye;
I doe esteeme more of the losse
of my virginitye!
but dost thou thinke I am soe madd,
or of soe little witt
as ffor to sell my honestye?
"O nay! O nay!, not yett!

They [sic] way to win a womans hart,
is quickly to be breiffe,
& giue her that within ffew words
"O ffye! O ffye! away!" sheele crye,
that loues a dainty bitt,
I will not yeelde to Cupids lawes!
"O nay! O nay!, not yett!