Wavering NAT and kind SUSAN.
Nat it is unkind, quoth Susan,
That so strangely you do use one;
You did kindness once pretend,
And then I thought you were my Friend:
But now too late I plainly find,
You have had your will and prove unkind.
To the Tune of, The Protestants Prophesie.
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COme all you brave Sawyers and listen a while,
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Ile tell you a Story will make you to smile;
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Of a lusty young Fellow whose name is calld Nat,
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Who Wood bonny Susan for a new Lacd Cravat.
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Come Round-headed Sawyers I find you are Wise
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And deceive pretty Maids like Satan disguisd;
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You flatter the Damosels for this and for that,
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And all you desire is a new Lacd Cravat.
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But hold my dear Nat, if I should make haste,
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And you would not have me, my labour is waste:
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Ide make it so neatly if I knew but that,
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That you should be proud of your new Lacd Cravat.
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But now Susan sighs, he has got the Cravat,
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And makes her his Gossip, she is troubled at that,
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He left the poor Girl in a fretting Estate,
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Whilst he like a Cheater did wear the Cravat.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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Alas now I find hes like Olivers Breed,
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For he was far better to Hang then to Feed:
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The Fool askt for Money and knew not for what,
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And cheated the Maid of a new Lacd Cravat.
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And thus you may see you Wanton young Maids,
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How young men Dissemble, and Lasses Invades:
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You sneak like a Mouse thats afraid of a Cat,
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And let Cheating Sawyers to wear your Cravat.
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But now for the future be sure you be Wise,
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And let not false Young-men of you make a prize:
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Ner any thing give, except you know for what,
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Nor promise to make them a new Lacd Cravat.
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For many to Maidens most largely pretends,
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And nothing do aim at but just their own ends:
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Theyl promise you largely, and say this and that,
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But still they conclude with a new Lacd Cravat.
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How many poor Maidens such Young-men deceive,
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And afterwards slight them, which makes them to grieve
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Theyl get up their Bellys, and such things as that,
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And then theyl march off with their new Lacd Cravat.
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And when these poor Damosels that thus are beguild,
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Have lost their great Bellys, and brought forth a Child:
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To work then again they must go for the Brat,
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If a Boy tmust be drest in a bonny Cravat.
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Then take my advice and be ruled by me,
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All you pretty Maidens where ever you be:
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Let no man prevail for a bit for his Cat,
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Lest he marches off with your new Lacd Cravat.
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It grieves us poor Females when men prove unkind,
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And miss of the thing which they thought for to find:
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Their hearts are cast down, and their Spirits are flat,
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To lose a Sweet-heart and a new Lacd Cravat.
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