The Faithful Maid, and the Faithless Young Man.
This young man Wooed a Maiden fair,
Till he had brought her to Despair:
He prov'd so disloyal in every thing,
That caused her this song to sing.
And wishes Maidens all a row
To take heed of false tongues where e'r they go.
To a New Tune, Or the Pinckt Petty-coat.
With Allowance. by J. Wade.
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I Once love a Man,
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and I loved him dear,
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But now he is gone and
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i'm never the near;
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He sure has took another
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and left me alone,
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Which makes me lament
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and bewail my sad moan:
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Yet through the deep Ocean
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I would swim like a Swan,
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And all for the love that
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I bear to the Man.
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If he to his promise
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had stood firm and fast,
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I should a been faithful
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whilst breath did last;
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But he doth prove disloyal
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now I do find,
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And like to the weather-cock
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turns with the wind:
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Yet through the deep Ocean
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I would, &c.
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I never thought such a
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smooth tongue as he
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Would e'r a dealt
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so unkindly by me,
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The sweet pleasant words
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he then to me gave
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Which made me to think
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he would ne'r prove a Knave:
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Yet through, etc.
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But a Proverb there is
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and to true I it find,
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No sooner out of sight
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but strait out of mind:
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So crafty and so cunning
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are all these young men
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A maid cannot trust
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no, not one amongst ten:
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Yet through the deep Ocean
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I would swim like a Swan
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And all for the love that
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I bear to the Man.
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Yet through, etc.
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Therefore young maids
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had best have a care
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Least in the conclusion
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their caught in a snare:
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Trust neighbor nor stranger
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wherever they be
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For Marriage is not like
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unto Libertie.
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Yet through the deep, etc.
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For at first they will feed you
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with words so fine,
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And tell you with Dainties
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you shall sup and dine:
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But when they have won you
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and brought you to their bow,
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Then they will leave you
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in the midst of all your woo:
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Yet through, etc.
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So false and deceitful
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my Love proves to me,
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That vowed and protested
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how faithful he'd be:
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But so soon as he'd won me
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he left me forlorn
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To rue the time that
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ever I was born:
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Yet i'll spend all my Bracelets,
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my Hood and my Fan,
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And eke all my Portion
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but I will have the Man.
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Cupid I prethee lend
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me thy Dart
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And help me to aim
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just right at his heart:
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Rather then another
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shall lye by his side
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For he can't deny
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but that I am his Bride:
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And through, etc.
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Was my heart out on's bosom
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as it was before,
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I'd make an Oath it should
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ne'r come in it more:
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But that fair Face of his
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and his curled Hair
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It will break my Heart
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and kill me with Despair.
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Thus whilst other maidens
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are free from all care
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I am bound in fetters
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and kept in a snare,
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Worse then the Bores
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that in Cottages do dwell,
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Which makes me to wish
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they might ring my passing-bell,
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Yet through, etc.
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But heart sure is harder
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then is the stone,
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That can laugh and be merry
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whilst I make this moan:
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Whilst he sits and sings,
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my heart is full of woe
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To think of the sorrow that
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he hath brought me to.
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Yet, etc.
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Yet if that another
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true Love he hath got,
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If ever to see her
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it should be my lot,
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i'l pluck a Crow with her
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him for to win,
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Although she be twice bigger
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I vallue it not a pin.
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For through, etc.
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But i'm not the first
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I very much do fear
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That this false Lover
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has brought to Despair:
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For he that wooes so many
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will ne'r stand firm and fast,
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But for all his craft and cunning
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he may be caught at last.
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Yet, etc.
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So farewel Unkind one,
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for evermore adue,
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I hope for to find one
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will prove more true;
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Thou hast been so Disloyal
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unto ev'ry one,
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Thoult never be beloved
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thou hast such a false tongue:
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Yet through the deep, etc.
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