THE
Disconsolate Nymph.
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NOW Ill pull off my green gown of velvet,
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And will put on my livery blue.
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Since my false lover he has forsaken me,
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Now he has changed me for a new.
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Dont you remember the vows that you made me,
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When in the shades by ourselves all alone?
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Then you betrayd me of my dear virginity,
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Now you have left me to make my moan.
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I little thought that youd have slighted me,
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When you pretended such love unto me.
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Tho with deceitfulness you have requited me,
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There is another as good as thee.
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In the fine groves, and sweet-smelling bowers,
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With thee I spent many a summers day;
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On the banks of sweet fragrant flowers,
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Like pretty lambs we did often play.
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Then you betrayd me of my dear virginity,
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The which has caused my belly to swell.
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Here in this grove I will range for the sake of thee,
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False-hearted young-man, adieu, farewel.
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The time will come when you will be rewarded,
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For thus your slighting me with disdain.
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Go, go, you false and purjured young man,
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Never, never, will I trust man again.
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DRY up your tears, my sweet amorous jewel,
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None in the world I adore but thee;
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You thought that I was deceitful and cruel,
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But my dear creature shall happy be.
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Tho little Cupid shot pretty darts to thee,
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Venus, his mother, thy heart did trapan.
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Altho I stole thy precious virginity,
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Ill act the part of an honest man.
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Jewel, thy amorous charms are inviting,
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Thou art the girl whom I adore.
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In none but thee Ill ever delight in,
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What can my heart desire more?
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Since your love to me is so tender,
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Mine shall ever be so to thee.
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All that I have to thee Ill surrender,
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And you my honourd bride shall be.
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You are in my thoughts love sleeping,
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In thy sweet arms I shall happy be;
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Thy complaint to me was heart-breaking,
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Now I am returned to comfort thee.
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We will this day be happily wedded,
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And my sweet bride I will adore.
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Such sweet enjoyments, when we are bedded,
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Youll be for taking it more and more.
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