The Wandring Virgin;
OR, The Coy Lass well fitted; or, the Answer
to the wandring Maiden.
Virgins whose coyness and disdain does prove
The fatal ruin of cemented Love,
Learn and beware lest you like me cry out
Ile find my Love, or search the world about
To a pleasant New Tune, Over Hills and High Mountains.
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YOu Virgins so pretty
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hear what I relate,
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My case you may pitty,
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take heed of my Fate:
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How I was forsaken
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youl hear it throughout,
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But ile travel the world ore
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to find my Love out.
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Since I was the cause
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that he first did disdain,
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My overmuch coyness
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doth make him refrain:
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But now I must blush
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that it comes so about,
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I would give all the world
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I could find my love out.
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Then straight my green Gown
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into breeches ile make,
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And my long yellow Locks
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much shorter ile take:
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Ile wander, ile wander,
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ile wander about,
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And ile search all the world
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for to find my Love out.
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Ile get me switch
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and a sword by my side,
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A Horse, Boots and Spurs.
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and ile get up and ride:
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Ile wander, ile wander
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ile wander about,
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Ile search all the world
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for to find my Love out.
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MY Love was a seemly
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and proper young youth
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Though he did dissemble
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I took all for truth,
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So crafty in courtship
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I never did doubt
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But ide give all the World
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I could search my Love out.
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His forehead was smooth
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and his locks they were curld
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And him I adord above
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all in the world:
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His Tongue went so smoothly
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in Courtship profound
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That I must have my Love.
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though I search the world round.
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His Musical voice
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it did make me admire
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His courtship and carriage
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did set me on fire:
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I lovd him so dearly
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which makes me cry out
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I find him, or wander
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the world all about.
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What fancy hath took him
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I much do admire
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That he should reject the Love
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he did require:
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And since he is gone
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I will wander about
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And ile search all the world
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but ile find my love out.
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My breath it grows short
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and my face pale and wan
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Which makes me admire
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the power of the Man:
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My heart it doth tremble,
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which makes me to doubt
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I shall want of my Wits
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if I find him not out.
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Since Love I adore thee,
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why shouldst thou disdain
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The suit of thy Lover,
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thats subject to pain?
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Be kinder unto me,
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and ease all my doubt
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For ile search all the world
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but ile find my Love out.
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Ile travel the Desarts,
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where fancy me leads,
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Through Groves, Fields, & Forrests
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through Fountains and Moats,
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To find out my dearest
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ile gallop about,
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And Ile range the wide world,
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for to find my Love out.
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Ile search over England,
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to see ift contain;
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If not, ile turn Sailor,
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to search on the Main,
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The Ocean, so boundless,
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ile travel about,
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Ile range the wide world,
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but ile find my Love out.
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My Maidenhead Jewel
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it is still my own;
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But if he had askd me,
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be sure it had gone:
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Then Maids have a care,
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lest like me you cry out,
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Ile find him, or wander
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the world all about.
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