THE
Unconstant SHEPHERD;
OR THE
Forsaken Lasses Lamentation.
To an Excellent New Tune, much in Request.
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I.
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OH, how can I be merry or glad,
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or in my mind contented be;
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when the bonny bonny Lad whom I love best
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is banish'd out of my company?
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II.
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Tho' he was banish'd, it was for my sake,
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and his true Love I still will remain;
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He has caus'd me many a night for to wake,
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and adieu to my Love once again.
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III.
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I dare not come where my Love is,
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nor I dare not for to sport nor play;
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For their evil evil tongues they run so glibe,
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I must take a Kiss and go my way.
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IV.
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Kissing is but a silly Fancy,
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it brings true Lovers into Sin;
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O that I were, and I wish that I were,
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for to see my true Love once agen.
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V.
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As I was a walking through the Hall,
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I spy'd the twinkling of my Loves Eyes,
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O that I were, and I wish that I were
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in the Chamber where my true Love lies.
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VI.
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Away fond Fool, call home thy heart,
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and in thy mind contented be;
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For thou spend'st thy time, and gets no gain,
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by loving a Lover that loves not thee.
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VII.
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If I do spend my time in vain,
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Oh, it is no loss to none but me;
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I'll set it as light as the wavering Wind,
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that dayly blows from Tree to Tree.
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VIII.
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My Lover so lively, tall and young,
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I had not the power to say nay;
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The words of his false deluding Tongue,
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did suddenly steal my heart away.
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IX.
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In Desarts I'll wander for his sake,
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for here I no peace nor Joy can find;
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My innocent heart I fear will break,
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because he has proved so unkind.
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X.
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I cannot forget the pleasing Charms,
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which every day he did renew,
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When as I lay Clasped in his Arms,
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but now I must bid them all adieu.
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XI.
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I did the delights of Love allow,
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and stroaked his Locks of Curled Hair;
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Then is he not most Ungrateful now,
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to leave me in grief and deep dispair?
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XII.
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Some other young Nymph enjoys my Swain
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she which does indeed my Glory blast;
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Yet tho' he should Kill me with disdain,
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I'll love him as long as Life shall last.
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XIII.
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I languish, and have not long to breathe,
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therefore I'll write my last Farewel;
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To Phaon I here my heart bequeath,
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with whom I did once in pleasure dwell.
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XIV.
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Unto the Elizium Shades I'll go,
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where hovering Spirits do remain;
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Repeating their Killing griefs and woe,
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who by their hard-hearted Loves was slain
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XV.
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Of my little Lambs I take my leave,
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and every Creature in the Grove,
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Young Phaon he won't my Life reprieve,
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therefore, alas! I dye for Love.
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FINIS.
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