MARAGE Forgotten,
Or the Condiscending
SHEPHERDESS.
Tune of, I often with my Jemmy strove , etc. With Allowance .
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I.
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AS I was waliking over a Plain,
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I met a Lovely Comely Swain ,
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He cast his Manly looks on me,
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And cry'd, faith Nymph , I must love thee;
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Reply'd unto the Shepheard ,
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Welcome is thy Love to me,
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I willing am to Wed thee, Bed thee,
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For I'll Marry none but thee .
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II.
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With that he hug'd me in his Arms,
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And seem'd to Dote upon my Charms;
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He Kiss'd and prest my Cheeks and Brest,
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And all Loves kindest vows profest;
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[I] with melting looks was greatful,
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Vowing still that only he
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Shou'd welcome be, to Wed me, Bed me,
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If to Marry he'd Agree.
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III.
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With hand in hand along we past,
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Kind looks we on each other cast;
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He Envey'd was by every Swain
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Who Piping sate upon the Plain:
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Each sweet look, or word I gave him,
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Mingled with a Kiss must be,
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Vowing he'd surely Wed me, Bed me,
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And love none but only me .
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IV.
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At last into a Grove we came,
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His Love had set me in a flame;
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We set beneath a shady Tree,
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No Lover e're more blest then we:
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His hand was pressing towards my Garter,
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Beging leave he might be free,
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Vowing he'd surely Wed me, Bed me,
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If I'de let him touch my Knee .
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V.
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Cou'd ever a Bonny Lass Believe,
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He would so kind a Maid Deceive;
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Sweet Melting words he gently us'd,
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But yet at last his Love abus'd:
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I inflam'd with such Affection,
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He such Speeches used to me,
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Vowing he'd surely Wed me, Bed me,
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And desired no Love but me.
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VI.
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Like Lambs we thus began to play,
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And pass Loves pleasing hours away;
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His Words and Kisses were so sweet,
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His Looks, and Features so compleat,
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That each bold Attempt he offer'd,
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Kindly was Embrac'd by me;
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He Vowing still to Wed me, Bed me,
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And pursue no Lass but me .
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VII.
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We Kiss'd and Toy'd, until at last,
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The thoughts of Wedding quite were past;
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No fears cou'd our desiers Remove,
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Of satisfying our present Love:
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His kind words were so prevailing,
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That he bent me to his Bow;
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I ask'd him then to Wed me, Bed me,
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But he Answer'd No, no, no.
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VIII.
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I quickly after prov'd with Barne,
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None knows how great was my Concern;
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He broke the Vow so oft' profess'd,
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And all the kindness he Express'd:
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Wretched now is my Condition,
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For I n're shall Married be;
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There's none will e're Wed me, Bed me,
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How unkind a Wretch was he .
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