The Lovers Lamentation:
Or, a New
MOCK-SONG,
On the Cruelty of Coy Lucinda .
To the Tune of, Celia that I once was blest . Licensed according to Order.
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P Itty here a Loyal swain,
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Who has just Reason to complain
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of my Jewel, who is Cruel,
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and doth kill me with disdain,
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Here I write a dismal Story,
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How she blasted all my Glory.
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Here I write, etc.
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Often did I speak her praise,
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And eke endeavor'd still to raise
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Her Lost Honour, dote upon her,
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and did on her beauty Gaze,
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Yet she like a Cods-head treats me,
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When at any time she meets me,
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Yet she, etc.
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What sweet Sonnets have I made,
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With which I us'd to serenade,
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At the window, of Lucinda ,
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but the proud Imperious Jade,
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With a Reeking Pispot Crown'd me,
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Which I' Faith had almost drown'd me,
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With a, etc.
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I had newly doft my Hat,
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Just as my Love presented that,
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So she smoak'd me, I and soak'd me,
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like a fearful drowned Ratt,
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O that wretched Piss-Pot-flinging,
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For that Night quite spoil'd my singing,
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O that, etc.
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Home I then retunr'd with speed,
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A Melancholly life to lead,
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Often crying, and Replying,
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will she not my sorrows heed,
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She's a most ungrateful Creature,
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To her Love who us'd to treat her,
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she's a, etc.
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'Tis well known that I have fed,
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My Dear with Plumbs and Bisket Bread,
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L ikewise Honey, all costs money,
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e'ry tooth that's in her head,
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Lies me in above a tester,
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Since a week before last Easter,
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Lyes, me, etc.
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Tarts a Crown a Piece and more,
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Nay Chickens Capons Larks good store,
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Likewise Dishes of Choice Fishes,
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she was ne'r so fed before,
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Yet I find this young sin-breeder,
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Slights me though I thus did feed her,
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Yet, etc.
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Since I did this fair one Court,
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I gave her Wine of e'ry sort,
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Rich Canary, Tent, and sherry,
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she has Piss'd out many a Quart,
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Which has cost my Purse severely:
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Yet she now does slight me clearly
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Which, etc.
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What Love Letters have I writ,
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At the great charge of Brain and wit,
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For to gain her, and obtain her,
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but she frowns and slights me yet,
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Ne'r regarding my expences,
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This quite Robs me of my sences,
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Ne'r, etc.
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In soft slumber there appears
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Whole Armed troops of slavish fears,
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Then my sleeping turns to weeping,
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a whole Pispot full of Tears,
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Seeing how my wealth is wasted,
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While her Charms I never tasted.
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Seeing, etc.
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