The Deluded
Lasses Lamentation:OR,
The False Youths Unkindness to his Beloved Mistress.
To the Tune of Is she gone, let her go. Licensed according to Order.
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IS she gone? let her go, I do not care,
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Though she has a dainty thing; I had my share:
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She has more Land than I by one whole Acre,
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I have plowd in her Ground, who will may take her.
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Did not you promise me when you lay by me,
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That you woud Marry me; can you deny me?If I did promise thee; twas but to try thee,
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Bring in your Witness, for now I defie thee.
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Did not you swear by the Powers above,
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That you woud Marry if Id grant you love?Of all fair Lasses I thought thee bonniest,
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And woud have marryd thee hadst thou kept honest.
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Twas your deluding Tongue made me miscarry,
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Because you promisd with me for to marry,
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Had not you yielded so soon to lye by me,
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Then to have Marryd I had not denyd thee.
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I never lay with Man, except it were you,
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Not thinking you woud have provd so untrue:If to lye by me thou then hadst refused,
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Then I thy Person sure neer had abused.
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You with the Art of a vigorous Lover,
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Told me you pleasure and joys coud discover;
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But your false pleasure did last but a moment,
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And for that pleasure I suffer more Torment.
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Sweet fair charming Beauty you then had in store,
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Had Vertue been added, there needed no more;But if you had not been as willing as I,
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You had not yielded with me for to lye.
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Your promise made me to let ye lye by me,
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I thought you constant, and could not deny thee;
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But had I known the Intent of your Passion,
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Thus for to grieve there had been no occasion.
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Thou fond and foolish Girl, leave thy lamenting[;]
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When thou art wiser then Ill be Relenting;
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When thou again art a Virgin Ill Wed thee,
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And then with License I boldly may Bed thee.
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You pleasure take to rail at my Misfortune,
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Whilst my poor Heart dos ake to think of parting,
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But since that you are resolved to flye me,
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I hope no other Lass eer will lye by thee.
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Farewell thou perjurd Youth, false and deceitfull,
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I neer thought you woud have provd so ungratefull
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First by deluding Words thus to deceive me,
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Having obtaind your ends, scornfully leave me.
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Do but remember now when you came to me,
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Every solemn Vow made to undoe me;
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By your alluring Charms I was invited,
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You for my present Harms may be requited.
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Being the worst of Men, first to Defile me,
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And this no sooner done, but streight revile me;
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From which I perfectly now do discover,
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You were no more at best, but a false Lover.
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Let Lasses young and fair, that hears this Story,
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Of a false Lover beware, blast not your Glory;
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For many young-men will strive to deceive you,
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And when they have their Will, streightway will leave you.
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