The Slighted Maid.
OR,
The Pining Lover.
With sighs and moans she doth intreat her Dear,
whilst he seems to be deaf and will not hear;
At length his frozen heart begins to melt,
being moved with the passion she had felt.
To the Tune of, I prithee Love turn to me.
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WAs ever Maiden so scorned,
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by one that she lovd so dear:
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Long time I have sighed and mourned,
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and still my love will not hear.
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O turn to me my own dear heart,
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and I prithee Love turn to me;
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For thou art the Lad I long for,
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and alas what remedy.
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My Lodging it is on the could ground,
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and very hard is my fare:
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But that Which troubles me most, is
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the unkindness of my Dear.
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O turn to me my own Sweet-heart,
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and I prethee Love turn to me;
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For thou art the man I long for,
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and alas what remedy.
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O stop not thy ears to the wailings,
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of me a poore harmlesse Maid.
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You know we are subject to failings,
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blind Cupid hath me betraid.
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And now I must cry O turn Love.
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and I prithee Love turn to me.
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For thou art the man that alone can
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procure my liberty.
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How canst thou be so hard hearted,
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and cruel to me alone.
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If ever we should be parted,
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then all my delight is gone.
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But ever I cry O turn Love,
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and I prethee Love turn to me
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For thou art the man that alone art
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the cause of my misery.
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The second part, to the same tune.
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ILe make thee pretty sweet posies,
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and constant I ever will prove.
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Ile strow thy chamber with roses,
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and all to delight my Love.
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Then turn to me my own dear heart,
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and I prithee Love turn to me,
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For thou art the man that alone can
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procure my liberty.
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Ile do my endeavour to please thee,
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by making thy bed full soft.
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Of all thy sorrows Ile ease thee,
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by kissing thy lips full oft.
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Then turn to me my own dear heart,
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and I prithee Love turn to me,
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For thou art the man that alone can
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procure my liberty.
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But thou wilt harden thy heart still,
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and be deaf to my pittifull moan:
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So I must endure the smart still,
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and tumble in straw all alone.
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Whilst still I cry O turn Love,
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and I prithee Love turn to me,
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For thou art the man that alone art
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the cause of my misery.
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If that thou still do disdain me,
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I never will love the more.
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Thy cruelty shall never pain me,
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for Ile have another in store.
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But still I cry O turn Love,
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and I prithee Love turn to me,
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For thou art the man that alone art
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the cause of my misery.
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By hearing her pittifull clamour,
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the passion of Love he felt,
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He could no longer disdain her,
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his frozen heart it did melt;
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For ever she cried O turn Love,
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and I prithee Love turn to me,
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for thou art the man, that alone can
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procure my liberty.
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He said my Love I will please thee
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thy heaviness grieves me sore,
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But let not sorrow once seaze thee,
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I never will grieve thee more.
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Ile turn to thee my own kind heart,
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dear Love Ile turn to thee.
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For I am the man that now art come
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to procure thy liberty.
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Ile crown thee with garlands of straw then
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and marry thee with a rush ring.
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My frozen heart it will thaw then,
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and merrily we will sing,
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But ever she cryed O turn Love,
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and I prithee Love turn to me,
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For thou art the man, that alone can
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release my misery.
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Most lovingly he imbract her
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and calld her his hearts delight,
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And close by his side he plact her,
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all sorrow was banisht quite,
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And now she for joy cryed, turn Love
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and I prithee Love turn to me
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For thou art the man, that alone hast
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releast me of misery.
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