JENNY's Lamentation
For the loss of her JEMMY.
She wander'd up and down for Love,
Till she was weary grown,
Then sate down in a shady Grove,
and thus she made her moan.
Tune of, Jenny Gin, or Busie Fame.
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A Woe's me! poor harmless Maid,
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my hopes are quite undone,
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For J[e]mmy he is from me fled,
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who onst I thought my own:
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Alas! he's gone for evermore
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from her who lov'd him well,
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Who will his memory adore,
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whilest upon Earth I dwell.
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Ah! cruel Swain, that thou shou'd prove
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so perjur'd to thy Love,
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To make her wander in this Grove,
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like to the Turtle Dove,
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Who losing of her Mate, does pine,
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and moane itself to death;
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So I shall murmure to the wind
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as long as I have breath.
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Could thou so faithless prove to one
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that gave to thee her heart;
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Remember but the Oathes thou'st sworn
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that we shou'd never part:
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You kist my hand, and squez'd it hard,
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and swore and vow'd that I
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Should ever you of love debar,
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immediately you dye.
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But Jemmy when you hear I'm gone,
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and that for you I dy'd,
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Your conquest then will soon be done
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when once your Charms are try'd:
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I'le pray to Cupid, tho' he's blind,
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that he will shute his dart,
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And make thee love one that's unkind
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and so to break thy heart.
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I wish the times I saw thee first
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had been my Burial day,
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Then I had ne'r had cause to curst,
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nor any one to say:
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Ah! Jenny, thou that onst was thought
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the glory of the Plain,
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Was by a faithless Shepherd caught,
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and by his falshood slain.
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But farewell cruel perjur'd Swain,
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for evermore adieu;
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Unto the gods I will complain
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how faithless and untrue,
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How much like them that he was made,
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in every part divine;
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Yet has his Shepherdess betray'd,
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and does his vows decline.
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Be witness gods I had no fault
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except I lov'd too well,
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My heart ne'r thought of a revoult,
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and that my eyes can tell:
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Let all young maids by me be warn'd,
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and keep intire their Love,
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For fear when onst their hearts are charm'd
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they wander in this Grove.
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She had no sooner said this word
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but down the Damzel fell,
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And said, good-by my dearest Lord,
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in whom all beauties dwell:
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Then fetching of a dreadful groan,
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unto the winds she spoke,
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Bear these my last words to my Love;
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and then her heart-strings broke.
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