The Cruel LOVER:
OR,
The False-hearted Saylor:
Being a Relation of one Mary Shalford, near Ratcliff-cross, that was in Love
with a Seaman, who had promised her Marriage, and the Wedding-day was ap-
pointed, but he changed his Mind and forsook her; whereupon she took grief to
Heart and dyed the 2d Day of this Month. Tune of, The Maiden-Lottery, etc.
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YOu Lovers that have been False-hearted,
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pray listen to what I have penn'd,
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And then without fear a sorrowful tear,
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down, down from your Eyes it will send,
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To think of the torture and pain
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which injured Lasses sustain,
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When once they discover a flattering Lover
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to kill them with darts of Disdain;
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As by this new Ditty the Truth will appear,
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A Seaman was cruel and false to his Dear.
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The innocent Maiden was Mary,
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near Ratcliff[-c]ross she did dwell,
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Whose treacherous Love her ruin did prove,
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there's many that know it right-well;
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He courted her every day,
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at length without longer delay.
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He told her his ruin and utter undoing
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would follow if she said him nay:
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Thus like to a S[a]iut he would often appear,
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And yet he was cruel and false to his Dear.
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Poor Mary was loath to believe him,
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and therefore his suit she deny'd,
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Yet nevertheless he made his address,
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for nothing their Hearts could devide;
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He swore by the Powers above
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she should be his innocent Dove
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He never would leave her, but scorn'd to disceive her,
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no other he ever would love:
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So honest and loyal he seem'd to appear,
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And yet he was cruel and false to his Dear.
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She told him young Men were deceitful,
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and subject to flatter and lye,
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What e'er they pretend they'r false in the end,
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but straightways he made this reply,
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Thy Beauty has conquer'd my Heart,
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it bleeds with the wound of a Dart,
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Then prithee, sweet jewel, no longer be cruel,
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from thee, Love, I never will part:
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Thus faithful and loyal he seem'd to appear,
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And yet he was cruel and false to his Dear.
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Poor creature, at length she consented,
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and granted the Seaman's request,
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Without more delay, appointing the day
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They both should be equally blest;
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So soon as her Heart she resign'd,
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he chang'd like the wavering Wind,
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Her favours he slighted, thus was she requited,
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Oh! was he not more then unkind?
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Her company then he would never come near,
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But shew'd himself cruel and false to his Dear.
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So soon as she found him deceitful,
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and that he was false to his Vow,
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She bitterly cry'd, and often reply'd,
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Farewel, Thou hast ruin'd me now;
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My Heart being ready to break,
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no manner of rest can I take;
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Too soon I discover a false-hearted Lover,
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now, now I must dye for they sake:
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The Arrows of Cupid are sharp and severe,
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Since thou art deceitful and false to thy Dear.
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Oh! why did he seek my Destruction
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by treating of Love in disguise?
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What reason had he to ruined me?
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Then, then with her watery Eyes,
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She lay like a trembling Saint,
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and pour'd forth her dying Complaint;
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Her violent Feavour, near offer'd to leave her
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till her vital Spirits did faint:
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Then dying, she cry'd, Thou hast ruin'd me here,
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I shall pay for my Love, since I dye for my Dear.
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FINIS.
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