A New Song sung at Sadlor’s Wells.
YOUNG Virgins allcome Pity me
Love it has been my Misery
The Man is gone whom I adore
I fear I ne’er shall see him more.
He told me tales my heart to deceive
And I poor Maid did him believe
⟨You my⟩ Virgins hearts are soon trapann’d
By that thing call’d faithless Man.
Did he but know my Grief an smart
Auu show some Love so ease my heart
Come Cupid let an Arrow fly
Make him Love as well as I.
Venus thy Mother she soon can bring
To make him yeild unto your String,
That I to Love he will incline.
In Wedlock bands we will be join’d.
The Answer
GRieve not my Dear, nor say I’m untrue
’Cause I abscond mysel from You
It was only Your Love to try
And for to prove Your Constancy.
Some of your Sex I know are Unkind
When that a Maid to Lev’s inclin’d
When that they’ve gain’d them the'll be gone
Straitway and leave them most forlorn.
But for my Part I will be true
And always will be true to You
Then cease to mourn my dearest dear
I will be constant never fear.
No more I’ll grieve thy tender heart
No more from you I’ll evei part
But live in Love until we die
And teach the World, more Constancy:
