An Excellent New SONG,
CALLED,
The Injured PHILLIS,
Or, her Complaint against
Her Perjured LOVER,
With Phillis's Resolution to leave ENGLAND.
Since Billy to his Phillis is untrue,
I bid to Billy and the World adieu.
To a Pleasant and Delightful New Tune.
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OH Billy, Billy, whither art thou fled,
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and left thy Phillis her to mourn,
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And grieve to think the vows that thou has made,
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thou now shouldst break with so much scorn,
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Cupid above, why did you move
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My heart to love by cruel Dart?
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His lying Tongue has wrong'd me all along,
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his Perjury has brought on me this smart.
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This youthful, youthful Lad appear'd to be
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(When first I saw his lovely Face)
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A Lover full of all Fidelity;
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but oh, the trouble and the sad disgrace
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Does fall on me since I did see
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Such Cruelty my Love does give,
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Which makes me cry, I'd sooner chuse to die,
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than ere believe a man more while I live.
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Go perjur'd Man, and try if you can find
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thoughout the world another she,
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That will to Billy every prove so kind,
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or e'er a he that is so false as thee;
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You call'd me Dear, and oft did swear
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None could compare for Beauty bright,
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Like your dear Phill this oft was swore by Will.
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how could you thus in Perjury delight?
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But since tis so false Lover now adieu,
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I hate the thoughts of man for thee,
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And now do think there is no Lover true,
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No, no such thing as love in man can be:
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This ile unfold as I am told,
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The Young, the old swear Constancy,
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A Maid they'l tell, there's none they love so well,
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yet straight they'l court the very next they see.
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But now Ile wander o'er the watry Main,
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and my false Love will see no more,
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But Travel unto Barbary or Spain,
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and never will Return to English shore:
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If Phillis die, then happy I,
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Since I shall lye within the Deep,
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Whilst he forswear to wrong the harmless Fair,
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in the watry Waves lie fast asleep.
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Then Maidens, Maidens, pray be warn'd by me
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let no false Lovers you betray;
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They'l swear and curse, yet flatter you may see
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if they have stole your tender hearts away:
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They'l cog and lie, and say they die,
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If you deny what they request,
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Whilst all their Trade's to wrong a harmless maid
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and when they've done they count it but a jest.
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If you did feel the Torments that I bear,
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you nere would think on Lovers, no,
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Therefore sweet Lasses do but lend an Ear,
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and mind the wracking pains I undergo:
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With dread and fear my heart doth tear,
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I pull my hair, and have no rest,
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That moment when I think on perjur'd men,
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there's thousand Vipers knawing at my brest.
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Unconstant Love once more I bid adieu,
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may she that you get for a Bride,
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Have that Regard as Phillis had for you,
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is what is wisht by her that's cast aside,
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But yet I know you will not go
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To th' Shades below, but first you'll cry
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Oh she is gone, since Phillis I did wrong,
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I hate to live, but willingly would die.
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