THE
FORLORN LOVER:
DECLARING,
How a LASS gave her LOVER three Slips for a Teaster,
And married another a Week before EASTER.
To a pleasant new Tune
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A Week before Easter,
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The Days long and clear,
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So bright was the Sun,
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And so cool was the Air;
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I went to the Forest
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Some Flowrs to find there,
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And the Forest would yeild me no Posies.
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The Wheat and the Rye,
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That do grow so green,
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The Hedges and Trees
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In their several Coats:
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The small Birds do sing
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In their changeable Notes;
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But there grows no Strawberries or Roses,
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I went to Maedow
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Some Time there to spend,
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And to come back again,
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Did fully intend:
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But as I came back
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I met with a Friend,
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And twas Love is the Cause of my Mourning.
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I lovd a fair Lady
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This many a Day,
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And now to requite me,
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Shes married away:
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Here she now hath left me
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In Sorrow to stay,
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But now I begin to consider.
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I loved her dear,
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And I loved her well,
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I hated those People,
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That of her spoke Ill,
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Many a one told me
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What she once did say,
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Yet I would then hardly believe them.
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But when I did hear
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My Love was in the Church,
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I went out from my Seat,
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And sat in the Porch:
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I found I should surely
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Be left in the Lurch.
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I thought that my Heart would been broken.
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But when I did see
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My Love to the Church go,
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With all her Bride-maidens,
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They made such a Show:
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I laughd in Conceit,
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Though my Heart was full low,
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