An Excellent New song,
CALLED, The
False hearted young Man,
OR,
The Injured Maiden.
To a pleasant new Tune: or, The Languishing Swain. Licensed according to Order.
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WHy should not I complain on thee,
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Thus cruelly for using me?
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When unto thee it is well known,
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In wronging me, in wronging me
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thou wrong'st thy own.
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Hard is thy heart, harder than steel,
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Colder than ice which frost conjeal;
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To the Gods above it is well known,
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My heart's more thine, my heart's more thine
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than 'tis my own.
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When first the youthful lad I see,
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Oh then he did appear to me
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An Angel, that does shine so bright;
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But now I've lost, but now I've lost
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my hearts delight.
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[I]t's too much for a Maid to trust
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A young man's mercy and his just;
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For I my self who sings this song,
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Can safely say, can safely say,
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he's done me wrong.
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Curs'd be the time I did him see,
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Curs'd be those eyes that look'd on me;
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Cursd be that flattring tonge I say,
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Which falsly stole, which falsly stole
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My heart away.
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How often he did swear and own,
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His Love was true to me alone,
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With tender kisses bound the vow
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[?]er he proves false, yet he proves false,
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and is untrue.
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You Virgins beautiful and young,
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Take care of man's deluding tongue,
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They'll kiss and swear they love you too,
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Then court the next, then court the next.
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not minding you
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Him I did love would often cry:
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Give one kind look or else I dye;
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Then hug and kiss me in his arms,
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I thought he had, I thought he had
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a thousand charms.
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My tongue at first did give the lie,
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But yet I lov'd him tenderly,
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Which I to him at last did own,
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And gold we broak, and gold we broak,
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when it was known.
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Not gold nor vows could bind his love,
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The same he quickly did remove;
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He's gone and wed another Maid,
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His perjur'd vows, his perjur'd vows
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my heart betray'd.
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Unto some lonely place I'll go
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And live where I may never know
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What 'tis to be deceiv'd again,
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By any false, by any false
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and perjur'd man.
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Adieu, base one, for e'er adieu,
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I'll ne'er believe a man for you,
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And were all aid Mens of my mind,
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Since men prove false since men prove false
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we'd prove unkind.
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