The Repenting Maids,
Sorrowful Lamentation;
FOR THE
Loss of her True Love that shot himself
in SOHO.
To the Tune of, Oh, my dearest dear.
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COME pitty pitty me,
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all you that Lovers be
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for 'tis that caused Johnny's fate
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I have broak a Heart,
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Caus'd a Lovers smart;
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But I now Repent alass to late
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I was too unkind,
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When he told his mind,
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And repaid his Love with prov'd disdain;
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you young Lovers all,
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that has heard his fall,
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Come and help me now for to complain.
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'Twas my Pride indeed,
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made his Heart to Bleed,
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For his faithful Love I seem'd to scorne:
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but with Grief each Day,
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I do sigh and say,
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I may wish I never had been Born.
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Maidens great and small,
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I write unto you all,
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That you may a Warning take by me,
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I have been too shy,
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made a young Man Dye,
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Who did love me clear and tenderly.
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He was a Serving-man,
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and many witness can,
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He was full of truth and honesty,
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and I a Servant-maid,
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often to him said,
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That alas he was too poor for me.
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In my beauty bright,
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I took too much delight,
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Hoping some Rich Miser for to Wed,
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but my folly I repent,
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and with Grief leament,
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Ever since my Faithful Lover's Dead.
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I am so oprest,
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I can take no Rest,
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For methinks my love appears to me,
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pointing to his smart,
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caus'd by my Prow'd Heart,
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Blaming me for my sad Cruelty.
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As I walk the Street's,
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People as I meet,
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Stares upon me as I pas along,
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Telling all that Night,
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That 'tis only I
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Was the cause of all poor Johnny's wrong
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Since my love is Dead,
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Joy is from me fled,
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For he shot himself for love of me:
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I shall never find,
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one that is so kind,
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For few lovers are so true as he.
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Maidens, all draw near,
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To this Song give ear,
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For 'tis unto you these, Lines I send,
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Let not Pride of heart,
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cause a Lovers smart,
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Lest it bring them to a fatal end.
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