Joans sorrowfull Lamentation:
OR,
False-hearted Johns Unkindness to her, at her
time of Distress.
To the Tune of Let Mary live long. Licensed according to Order.
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COme hither sweet John,
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and let me discover,
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the Smiles of a Lover,
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A right honest Man
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I hope you will prove;
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For I love thee as Life,
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And woud fain be thy Wife,
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remember thy Vow;
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Behold my Condition,
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Behold my Condition,
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Love marry me now.
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Then John he replyd,
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sweet Joan you must tarry,
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I mean not to marry,
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Why should I be tyd
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to sorrow and noise?
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I can live at my ease,
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And walk where I please,
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where Pleasures do flow;
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But if I was married,
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But if I was married,
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I must not do so.
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I never will scold,
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my dearest believe me,
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ah! why shoud thou grieve-me;
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Heres Silver and Gold,
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and pleasure my dear;
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If to Love thoult incline;
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Thou shalt have what is mine,
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Remember thy Vow,
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You see my condition,
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You see my condition,
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Love marry me now.
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John merrily smild,
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with this pleasant Greeting,
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said he, My dear sweeting,
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Why art thou with Child?
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Yes Johnny she cryd,
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You remember the day,
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We together did play
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Remember your Vow,
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You see my condition,
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You see my condition,
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Love marry me now.
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I tell you sweet Joan,
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thou hast no great reason,
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to sigh at this Season,
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Or make this sad moan
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for such a small Crime:
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Tis in vain to be sad,
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Rejoice and be glad,
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Let thanks be exprest,
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Youll now be a Mother,
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Youll now be a Mother,
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as well as the best.
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You laugh me to scorn.
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the which makes my trouble
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full seven times double,
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My Life is forlorn,
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ah! where shall I go,
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Youve forgot what you swore,
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When you seemd to adore,
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my amorous Charms;
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I wish I had never
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I wish I had never
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been claspt in thy Arms.
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Pray wheres the harm done,
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if you have hereafter,
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a pretty sweet Daughter,
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Or tattling Son
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to dandle about?
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Yes Dearest, she cryd,
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If I might be thy Bride.
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my Joys woud remain,
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I shoud have no reason,
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I shoud have no reason,
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sweet John to complain.
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Before I woud yield,
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what Vows did you make me,
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youd never forsake me,
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And Love youd reveald,
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ah! have you forgot,
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How you swore by your Life
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I should soon be your Wife,
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come think on this John,
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And now let me find you,
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And now let me find you,
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a right honest Man.
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