The Slighted Virgin:
OR, A
Hue and Cry after Leynard the Taylor,
Who is rub'd off with two Rings and three Pounds in Mony,
leaving his Love in the lurch, who in kindness had given him
two of her Smo[c]ks to make Linings for his Breeches.
To the Tune of, The Scotch Hay-makers.
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COme you lusty Lovers and hear a pleasant Jest,
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Which in tis merry Ditty, shall fiarly be exprest;
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Pretty Lasses great and small, it is unto you I call,
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Trust not a Stranger, there is Danger, from their Vows they'll fall,
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For by experience we find it true,
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A Taylor now of late bid hi loyal Love adieu,
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And left her here behind, tho' she his Breeches lin'd
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With her old Smicket, he was wicked to be so unkind.
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He was named Leynard, who courted this young Maid,
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She willingly consented because she lik'd the trade,
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Tho' he was not very Rich, yet her fingers they did itch
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For to be wedded, that when bedded, he might go through stich,
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Having a Booking that pleas'd her well;
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But listen now I pray, while the naked truth I tell:
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He left this Lass behind, tho' she his Breeches lin'd
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With her old Smicket, he was wicked to be so unkind.
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O how he admir'd, his pretty charming fair,
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With solemn protestations he often did declare,
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That he lov'd he as his Life; therefore now to end the strife,
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He vow'd to take her, and to make her, his beloved Wife:
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She was well pleased to be a Bride,
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Thereofre the stiching Taylor, he was not long deny'd:
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Yet she was left behind, who had his Breeches lin'd
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With her old Smicket, wan't he wickd to be so unkind?
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When they had appointed the honourable day,
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On which they were to marry, he with a sigh did say,
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Love, my Breeches, should be lin'd, if I could some Linnen find,
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The sweet young Creature, show'd good nature, being more then kind,
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She fetch'd him two of her Smocks with speed,
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There with to line his Breeches, was this not love indeed:
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Yet he is gone, we find, tho' she his Breeches lin'd
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With her old Smicket, &c.
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He had go no Mony, to buy a Wedding-ring,
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His Pockets being empty, this was a grievous thing;
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Therefore loving Mistress Bride, she was willing to provide
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A stock of Mony, for her hony, she his wants supply'd,
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Before a Husband she'd longer lack,
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Her hoard of hidden Treasure, should fairly go to wrack?
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Yet she is left behind, tho' she hsi Breeches lin'd
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With her old Smicket, &c.
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With two Rings she sent him, to fit her with a third,
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He promis'd that h'd please her, the Damsel took his word,
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Likewise Shillings full threescore,which was all she had in store,
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She gave the Taylor, who did fail her for she came no more;
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Long she has waited for his return,
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And finding he si fled, the poor Creature she does mourn;
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For she is left behind, tho' she his Breeches lin'd
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With her old Smicket, &c.
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Oh! yes, Oh! yes, if any tale or tydings bring
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Of Leynard, the poor Taylor, who went to buy the Ring,
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They shall rewarded be, 'tis not fit he should go free,
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With all her Treasure, Joy, and Pleasure he shall surely see,
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We'll pull his Cucummer courage down,
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He shall-not think to reign like a Ruffin in the Town:
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Tho' her he left behind, who hath his Breeches lin'd
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With her old Smicket, he was wicked to be so unkind.
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