EBBA 34193
National Library of Scotland - Rare Books I.262
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The new way of Love is the
cause of my Mourning,
To it's own Proper Tune.
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WHEN Strephon the heart of fair Iris possest,
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'mongst all the young shepherds she lov'd him best
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No Swain in a Mistress so fully was blest,
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For he was both her friend and her lover:
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Long did he court her affection in vain,
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Till at length soft Compassion triumph'd o're disdain
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That she heard all his sighs, and she felt all his pain
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Then the Swain found the art how to move her.
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Heavens did both their Souls inspire
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Then with an equal fire
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Both had but one desire
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Both hearts were burning
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O then my dear Iris I little did fear
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Love would be the Cause of my mourning.
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Iris the Sprightly the witty and gay,
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Whose charms all bewitching and fragrant like May
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Will ever blooming and never decay;
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Was all my delight and my pleasure:
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She return'd all my vows, and so kind she did prove,
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Each smile and each glance encreased our love,
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And taught how I might the dear minutes improve
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I envyed no Monarch his treasure.
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But oh alas that cursed fate,
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Hath chang'd her mind of late,
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Her love is turn'd to hate,
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And I forlorn.
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Like an innocent Turtle, thats left by its mate
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Do remain in sad anguish and Scorn.
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Since Iris condemns me and will not allow
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To hear the defence of a lover so true,
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To any new beauty I'le scorn e're to bow
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What I lov'd once will charm me for ever
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Tho my vows and my sighs are return'd with disdain
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I'le suffer her Martyr, and never complain:
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My Souls so fast lock'd and in love with its chain
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No new beauty has power to discover,
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And now banish'd from her sight
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And rob'd of all delight,
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I'le take a longsome flight
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Without e're returning.
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And Concealing her name, to the World I'se proclaim
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That Love's been the cause of my mourning.
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