The Distressed Damosel
For the loss of her Bridgroom: Who having received the Sum of
Twenty Shillings, together with a Ring, Shirt, and Aparrel, which she had borrowed, in order for their
Marriage, but giving her the slip, he went away with all the aforesaid things, to the great shame and dis-
content of the Maid; who sounds forth her sorrow in the these lins that follow.
To the Tune of, My Life and my Death. This may be Printed R.P.
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WAs ever poor Maiden so left in distress,
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My grief & my trouble is great you may guess
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For he that pretended my true love to be,
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He's gone and has proved false-hearted to me,
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He took Rings and money ne'r bid me good by,
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Was ever poor Maiden so served as I.
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His love in abundance at first he reveal'd,
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Long time I was courted before I would yield,
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But when he had got me at last in the mind,
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I found him deceitful and prove most unkind:
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As here by this ditty I now will make known,
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Which causeth me here to make pittiful moan.
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He told me he'd Marry and make me his Bride,
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If he had but money and Cloathing beside,
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Now I being willing a Husband to have,
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Full twenty good Shillings unto him I gave:
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Then borrow'd a Ring and what e're he did lack,
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With every thing, nay, the Shirt to his back.
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Said he ile be loyal as long as I live,
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Then many sweet kisses to me he did give;
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There nothing then seemed my peace to annoy,
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I being transported with Raptures of joy:
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That all kind of sorrow did clearly expell,
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The thoughts of a husband did please me so well.
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We both had concluded next morning to be,
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The time of our Marriage in love to agree;
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Both young-men and maids, we invited also,
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Who freely attending, did make a fine show:
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My Bridegroom the Joyner he likewise was gent,
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In that fine apparel which to him was sent.
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And thus to be marry'd unto him I went,
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But little mistrusting his evil intent,
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For when we came almost unto the Church door,
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He made an excuse bidding us go before:
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And there I stay'd waiting for him in the Church,
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At length I perceiv'd I was left in the lurch.
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From six in the morning it being so soon,
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I waited his coming till it was high noon,
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My heart and my sprits was clearly cast down,
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To see how Dame Fortune upon me did frown,
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I waited and waited, yet all was in vain,
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He never return'd to his true love agin.
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The Cloaths that I borrow'd, I brought them to him,
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In which he was decked most gallant and trim,
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Both Hat, Coat, and Breeches, nay, Shirt I declare
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For he of himself having nothing to wear,
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With Ring, Cloaths and money, away he is run,
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And left me alas a poor Maiden undone.
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My hope of e're finding him now is but small,
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Both Clooths and the Ring I must pay for them all,
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Besides I am laught at wherever I go,
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This fills my poor senses with sorrow and woe:
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I needs must confess I was something too free,
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Let all other Maidens take warning by me.
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FINIS.
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