The Young-Mans Complaint, Or,
An ANSWER To
The DAMOSELS Tragedy.
When Friends deny, and wont comply.
but let them suffer smart,
We often see such Cruelty,
will break a Lovers heart,
To the Tune of, Charon, etc. This may be Printed, R. P.
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NOw for the loss of my Amorous Jewel,
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I am surrounded in grief and woe.
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It was thy Parents unkind and most cruel,
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which did occasion thy overthrow:
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For my dear Nell I did adore thee,
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but we was too much kept apart,
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There was no one that I ere prizd before thee;
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thy Death alone does lye near my heart.
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Farewel the hopes of all peace, joy, and pleasure,
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I have no comfort; but care and grief,
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Often in private I weep out of measure
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tis Death alone must yield me relief:
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Love, when I first heard of thy Dying,
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tho we had long been kept apart,
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I tore my hair in a passion, and crying
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this Damsels death will lye near my heart.
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Down from his Eyes then the tears they did trickle,
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with many sorrowful sighs, said he,
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It is well known that I n[e]ver was fickle,
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for I lovd none in the world but thee:
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Had I been sufferd to come near thee,
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thou hadst not felt Deaths cruel Dart,
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I would have laid down my life for to cheer thee,
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for thy Death now does lye near my heart.
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For many months I did never behold her,
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this was a sorrow that grievd me sore,
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Her unkind Parents had oftentimes told her,
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that she should never come near me more:
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Thus did they soon blast all her glory,
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for when she felt Deaths fatal Dart,
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I never heard a more killinger story,
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this Damsels death doth lye near my heart.
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Then in her absence my poor heart was wounded;
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for I might not come anear my joy;
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When I coud see her we then was surrounded,
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in the sweet Raptures of Love and joy:
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But by her friends we were tormented,
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so that we felt Loves fatal smart,
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She by strong Poyson her Passion has vented,
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this Damsels Death does lye near my heart.
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As she was dying, poor heart, she did blame me,
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she knew not very well what she said,
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Tho with sad sorrowful signs she did name me,
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twas not her Love that her life betrayd:
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For if I might enjoyd the blessing,
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she should have never felt the smart,
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Now am I nothing but torments possessing,
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this Damosels Death doth lye near my heart.
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This sad Distraction so much doth inthrall me,
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that I am restless both night and day,
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Methinks I often henr my Lover call me,
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sa[y]ing sweet Johnny make haste away:
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Let there be now no more delaying,
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why shou[l]d we still remain apart,
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Where ere I wander, I fancy this saying,
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her Death doth now lye so near my heart.
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Thou in thy life-time didst dearly adore me,
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as by thy sorrow I well m[i]ght see,
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Tho thou art gone hence a little before me,
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Love, ile lye down in the Grave with thee:
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Farewel my Friends ane each Relation,
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here with the World and you ile part,
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For I shall be in a far better stat[i]on
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when I[]m with Nelly my own dear heart.
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