THE
Lady Besieged
A
NEW SONG
Much in Request,
Sung with its proper Tune,
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IT's now since I lay down before,
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that foolish Fort of Heart,
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Time strangely spent a Year and more,
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yet still I play'd my part;
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Made my approaches to her hands,
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and to her Lips did rise.
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And did already understand,
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the language of her eyes.
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Proceeding on with no less Art,
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my tongue was Ingenier,
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Thinking to undermind her heart,
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by whispering in her Ear,
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But when that fail'd, then I brought down,
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Great Cannon, Oaths and Shot;
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Ten Thousand, Thousand in the Town,
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but yet it yeilded not.
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Then I resolved to starve the place,
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by cutting off all Kisses,
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Praising and Gazing in her Face,
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and all such little blisses,
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To drive her out, and from her strength,
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I drive all batteries in;
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And made myself to ly at length,
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as if no Siege had been:
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When I had done what Man could do,
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and thought the place my own;
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The Enemy lay quiet too,
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and smil'd at what was done,
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I sent to know from whence or where,
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such hopes were of Relief,
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A Spy informed Honour was there,
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and did command in cheif.
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March, march, quoth I, the word straight gave
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let's lose no time but live her,
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This Giant upon Air will live,
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and hold us out for ever.
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To such a place our Camp remove
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as will no Seige abide,
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I hate a fool that starves my love.
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only to feed her pride.
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