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 me, etc.
Licensd and Enterd according to Order.
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WAs ever Maiden so scorned,
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by one that she loved so dear;
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Long time have I 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 is on the cold 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 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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O stop not thy ear to the wailings
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of me a poor harmless 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 art
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the cause of my misery.
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How canst thou be so heard 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 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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Ill make thee pritty sweet posies,
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and constant I ever will prove,
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Ill 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 prethee 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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Ill do my endeavour to please thee,
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by making the bed full soft,
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Of all thy sorrows ill 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 prethee 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 pittiful 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 thee more,
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Thy cruelty shall never pain me,
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for ill have another in store:
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But still 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 are
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the cause of my misery.
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By hearing her pittiful 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 cryed, 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 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 seize thee,
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I never will grieve thee more:
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Ill turn to thee my own kind Heart,
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dear Love ill turn to thee;
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For I am the Man that now am come
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to procure thy liberty.
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Ill crown thee with a garland 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 cryd, 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 can
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release my misery.
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Most lovingly he embracd her,
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and calld her his Hearts Delight;
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And close by his side he placd her,
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all sorrows was vanquisht quite:
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And now she for joy cryd, Turn Love,
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and I prethee 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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