The Unconstant Maiden,
Or, The Forsaken Young-Man.
Shewing how a Devonshire-Damsel Marry'd another, while her Lover was
come to London, to his great grief.
To a pleasant New tune. Licensed according to Order.
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(I.)
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MAN.
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FArewell my Dearest Dear,
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now I must leave thee;
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Those bright and Shineing Eyes
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cause me to love thee;
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Those Cherry Cheeks of thine,
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that need no blushes,
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Those Red and Ruby-Lips
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burns me to Ashes.
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(II.)
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Here is a Ring of Gold,
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my Dear accept it;
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'Tis for your sake alone,
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long have I kept it;
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Read but the Posie on't,
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Think on the Giver;
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Madam I dye for love,
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I dye for ever.
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(III.)
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Bad News is come to town,
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bad News is carry'd;
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Bad News is come to town,
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my Love is Marry'd;
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Bad News is come to town,
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I fell a weeping;
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My Love was was stole away,
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as I lay sleeping.
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(IV.)
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Since you so cruel be
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to make me wretched;
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I'll no more think on thee,
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sighs I have fetched;
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I'll no more doat on her,
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since she is cruel:
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She shall be now my scorn,
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who was my Jewel.
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(V.)
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WOMAN.
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FArewel Unconstant Swain,
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once did I love thee;
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But since it was in vain,
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now I'm above thee:
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When I told you I lov'd,
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and I would have you,
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Then false to me you prov'd,
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and you did leave me.
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(VI.)
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As for your Ring of Gold,
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I do abhorr it;
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You may when you are old,
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get Money for it:
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Since that you tell me plain,
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long you have kept it,
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Keep it as long again,
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I'll ne'r accept it.
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(VII.)
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If I did seem unkind,
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'twas but to try you,
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But now I know your mind,
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I do defie you:
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I once thought you to be
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not so false-hearted;
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Had you prov'd true to me,
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we ne'r had parted.
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(VIII.)
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Of all your promises
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you are forgetful;
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Young-Men I find by this,
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they are deceitful:
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They vow and swear they love,
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all to deceive us,
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And when that Kind we prove,
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then, then they leave us.
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