The Distracted Young-Man;
OR, The Overthrow of Two Loyal Lovers.
To the Tune of, Sighs and Groans, This may be Printed, R.P.
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I Loved one both Beautiful and bright,
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In whom I have placed my chief delight:
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And she did grant me Love for Love again,
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So that I thought I never should complain.
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When her Father understood indeed,
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That we in loyal Love did thus proceed;
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He cruel was to her and most severe,
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So that I never could behold my Dear.
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To her Window then often would I go,
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To let her understand my grief and woe;
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With sighs and bitter tears she did reply,
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I never will forsake thee till I dye.
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Love, altho' I now am thus confin'd,
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Yet thou art always running in my mind:
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I'll never Marry none alive but thee,
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Tho' I might have a Lord of high degree.
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But our talk was suddenly betray'd,
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Her Parents over-heard the words she said:
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Therefore they did within a little space
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Confine her, in a more obscurer place,
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So that I could never see her more,
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Then was I tormented and grieved sore;
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My hear was ready then to break in twain,
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And tears did trickle down like Showers of Rain.
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Night nor day I then could take no rest,
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For why, I was in sorrow so possest:
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That then I was resolv'd to leave the Land,
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And be a Souldier under some Command.
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To the Christian Wars I then did go,
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In order to forget my grief and wooe;
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Tho' there I did appear in Armour bright,
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I never could forget my hearts delight.
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At length I my freedom did obtain,
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And hone to Old England I came again:
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In hopes I might enjoy my hearts content,
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For I could find no rest where e're I went.
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To her Fathers house went I to see
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My dearest Love and Joy if it might be:
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But when I did come there her Parents cry'd,
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She broke her Heart for me, and this she Dy'd.
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When to me this suddain News they told,
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My Joynts did tremble, and my Heart was cold:
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At length I utter'd forth these Words, and said,
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Your cruelty hath now her Life betray'd.
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Love, said he, my grief I cannot bear,
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As thou art in thy Grave, would I were there:
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Then should I be at rest from grief and woe,
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I know not what to do, nor where to go.
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I bereav'd of all my sences so,
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To Bedlam as last I was forc'd to go,
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Where bound in Chains, alas! long time I lay,
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And calling on my true Love Night and D[ay.]
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Now my Reason is return'd again,
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These Lines that I send you do not disdain
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But pitty my Misfortune, whom you see
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Has undergone such sharp extreamity.
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With my Love I might have liv'd in peace,
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Now nothing, alas! can my joys increase:
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Proud Imperious Parents caus'd my woe,
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And prov'd their Darlings final overthrow.
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Parents all of high and low Degree,
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I'de have you remember this Cruelty:
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And therefore to your view these Lines I send,
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Which I of all my Grief and Sorrow Pen'd.
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FINIS.
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