THE
Captain Beguiled the Lady,
To its own Proper Tune.
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YOung Maidens all I pray give ear,
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at this sad Song which you shall hear,
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That it a warning piece may be
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how you trust young Mens flatterie.
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Near Achelive there did latly dwell,
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a Virgine bright and beautifull,
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A wealthie Merchants only Child,
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for whom great bags of Gold she spield.
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For wit and beautie she was grown,
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the admiration of the Town:
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And many Young men dayly strove,
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for to be the Pattiners of her Love.
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But yet in vain their sutes she tryed,
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for that soft Blessing she's denyed,
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Amongst them all she could not found
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none that her Lovely heart could wound.
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At length a brisk young Captain came,
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who did this Virgins Love obtaine;
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With his fair false and flattering tongue
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he's gained admirance in her heart.
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Tho she adored him yet she strove
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from his false eye to hide her Love,
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And often would repeat,
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young Men are fickle no a days.
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Madam he said, if e're I prove false,
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or yet unconstant to my Love,
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Let me with raving Furies dwell,
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and headlong sink a live to Hell.
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At length, the Damsel overcame,
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with his fair false and flattering tongue;
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And consented to become his Bride,
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and solemn vows he's promise tyed.
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It hapned near the Wedding day,
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some busines called him to Sea;
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Which was the cause of all this Woe,
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and proved the Ladys over thro.
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Scarce had a moneth gone o'er his head,
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e're he foregot the Vows he made,
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And to another Lady fair,
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this perjured young Man did[?]
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The Lady she did soon comply,
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and they were Married speedily,
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Which was the cause of all this Woe,
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and proved his fatall over thro.
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But when the marriage day was past,
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he thought on all his Vows at last,
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Unto the Lovely Maiden sent,
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a Letter bearing this Content.
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Madam when you this Letter see,
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it will declare my perjurie;
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Dear Madam I pray thee forgive me now,
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for alas! I have forgotten my Vow.
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When this sad news did reach her ear,
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she rent her Gown, and tore her hair;
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And at the close of every Line,
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she wrang her hands and weep a moan.
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O perjured Man she said adieu,
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I live this wretched World for you;
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And at the last word which she said,
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she sighed and groan'd and fell down dead
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But mark at length what came to pass,
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when this young Maiden Burried was;
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The Ship wherein the Captain lay
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Road save at Anchor in the Sea.
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At deed of Night appeared a Boat,
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closs by the Vessel as they thought,
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And in it this fair Maid was seen,
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who called the Captain by his name?
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The Man astonish'd at the sight,
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to see a Lady all in White;
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Straight told the Captain and he came,
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to see who it was would speak with him.
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The Captain suddenly she caught,
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and pull'd him headlong in the Boat,
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Which quickly Sunk into the Main,
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and never, never, rose again.
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Young Men take warning how you prove
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false or unconstant to your Love.
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[?] you young Maidens have a care,
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[?] you believe a Flatterer.
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