The Slighted Maid,
OR,
The Pining Lover .
With sighs and moans she doth intreat her Dear,
whilst he seems to be deaf and will not hear:
At length his frozen heart begins to melt,
being moved with the passion she had felt .
To the Tune of, I prethee love turn to me .
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W As ever Maiden so scorned,
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by one that she loved so dear;
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Long time I have sighed and mourned,
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and still my love will not hear:
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O turn to me my own dear heart,
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and I prethee love turn to me;
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For thou art the Lad I long for,
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and alas what remedy .
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My lodging is on the cold ground,
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and very hard is my fare,
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But that which troubles me most is,
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the unkindness of my Dear:
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O turn to me, etc .
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O stop not thy ear, to the wailings,
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of me a poor harmless Maid;
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You know we are subject to failings,
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blind Cupid hath me betraid:
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And now I must cry O turn love, etc .
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How canst thou be so hard hearted,
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and cruel to me alone;
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If ever we should be parted,
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then all my delight is gone;
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But ever I cry O turn love,
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and I prethee love turn to me:
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For thou art the man that alone art,
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the cause of my misery .
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I 'Le make thee pritty sweet Posies,
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and constant I ever will prove,
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I'le strow thy Chamber with Roses,
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and all to delight my love:
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Then turn to me my own dear heart,
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and I prethee Love turn to me:
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For thou art the man that alone can,
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procure my liberty .
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I'le do my endeavour to please thee,
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by makeing the bed full soft,
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Of all thy sorrows i'le ease thee,
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by Kissing thy lips full oft:
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Then turn to me my own dear heart,
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and I prethee Love turn to me,
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For thou art the man that alone can,
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procure my liberty .
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But thou wilt harden thy heart still,
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and be deaf to my pittiful moan,
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So I must endure the smart still,
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and tumble in straw all alone:
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Whilst still I cry O turn Love,
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and I prethee Love turn to me,
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For thou art the man that alone art,
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the cause of my misery .
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If that thou still do disdain me,
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I never will love thee more,
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Thy cruelty shall never pain me,
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for i'le have another in store:
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But still I cry O turn Love,
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and I prethee Love turn to me,
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For thou art the man that alone art,
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the cause of my misery .
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By hearing her pittiful clamour,
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the passion of Love he felt;
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He could no longer disdain her,
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his frozen heart it did melt:
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For ever she cryed O turn love,
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and I prethee Love turn to me,
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For thou art the man that alone can,
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procure my libert y .
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He said my Love I will please thee,
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thy heaviness grieves me sore,
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But let not sorrow once seaze thee,
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I never will grieve thee more:
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I'le turn to thee my own kind heart,
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dear love i'le turn to thee;
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For I am the man that now am come,
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to procure thy liberty .
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I'le crown thee with a garland of straw then,
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and marry thee with a rush ring,
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My frozen heart it will thaw then,
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and merrily we will sing:
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B ut ever she cry'd O turn love,
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and I prethee love turn to me,
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For thou art the man, that alone can,
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release my misery .
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Most lovingly he embrac'd her,
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and call'd her his hearts delight;
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And close by his side he plac'd her,
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all sorrows was vanquisht quite:
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And now she for joy cry'd turn love,
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and I prethee love turn to me;
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For thou art the man that alone hast,
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releast me of misery
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