No Creature is so False as Man.
Or the Loyal Maidens Complaint against her Disloyal Lover.
To the Tune of, As I went early in the Spring.
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I Wonder what's the Reason why
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My Love foresakes my Company,
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He takes delight other Maids to view,
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And he bids his own true Love adieu.
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How often did he take delight
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In my company both day and night
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But he has choise of women now,
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And has bid his old love adieu
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How often did he swear and vow
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For to love none but only me;
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But to my grief I do find now,
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That all his Oaths were Perjury.
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There is a House in Chatam Town
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My Love went to, and set him down,
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And took a Stranger on his Knee,
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Which was a grievous Grief to me.
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Oh! thou false Man, how can you be
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So cruel Hearted unto me,
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To break your Vows, and prove untrue
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To her that loves no one but you?
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There is a Lass at Chatam Crown,
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That liveth nigh unto the Town,
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'Tis her he now delights to woo,
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And tells her that he will prove true.
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What tho he has forsaken me,
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And now does Court another she,
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Yet let him use me how he will,
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I cannot choose but love him still.
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What tho my Friends would not consent
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That he and I should Married be;
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Yet Friend nor Foe should not prevent,
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If he would but return me,
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I wish I were some silly Fly,
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Then on his Bosom would I ly,
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That all the World may plainly see,
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I love him tho he loves not me.
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I wish I were like yonder Maid,
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That now sits spinning at her Wheel,
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I would give all the Wealth I have,
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I felt no more than she does feel.
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On yonder Hill there's earthy Worms,
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And they can neither hear nor see,
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I wish I'd been like one of those,
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When first I came in's Company.
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Oh! did he know the Grief and Wo
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That I poor Maid do undergo,
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Or did he understand my Grief,
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Sure he would come and give Relief.
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He cast an Anchor in the Sea,
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And it sunk down into the Sand,
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So did my Heart in my Body,
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When I had my False Love by the hand.
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But it may chance a time may come
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He may Repent for what is done,
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But then alas 'twill be too late,
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For I cannot long survive his Hate.
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Farewel, False Love! Farewel my Dear,
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My Heart will break with grief and care,
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To think that I so silly be
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To love that Man that loves not me.
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Young Women all I pray take care,
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Let no Man draw you in a snare;
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For to my grief I prove it can,
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No Creature is so false as Man.
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