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A36136 The diseased maiden lover being a pleasant new song, to an excellent new tune, or, may be sung to the tune of, Bonny Nell. 1680 (1680) Wing D1668; ESTC R217282 1,541 2

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The diseased maiden Lover Being a pleasant new Song to an Excellent New Tune Or may be sung to the Tune of Bonny Nell AS I went forth one Summers day To view the Meddows fresh and gay A pleasant Bower I espy'd Standing hard by a Rivers side And in 't I heard a Mayden cry Alas there 's none e're lov'd like I. I couched close to hear her moan With many a sad and grievous groan And wisht that I had been the wight That might have bred her hearts delight But these were all the words that she did still repeat none loves like me Then round the Meddowes did she walk Catching the Flower by the stalk Such as within the Meddows grew As Dead-mans thumb and Hare-bell blew and as she pluckt them still cry'd she alas there 's none e're lov'd like me A bed therein she made to lye Of fine gréen things that grew fast by Of Poplers and Willow leaves Of Sicamore and Flaggy sheaves and as she pluckt them c. The little La●k-foot shée'd not pass Nor yet the Flowers of thrée-leav'd grass With Milk-Maids Hony-suckles phrayse The Crows-foot nor the yellow Craise and as she pluckt them c. The pretty Dafie which doth shew Her love to Phoebus bred her woe Who joys to sée his cheerful fare And mourns when he is not in place alack alack alack quoth she there 's none that ever Lov'd like me The Flowers of th● swe●test scent She bound them round with k1otted Bent And as she laid them still in bands She wept she wail'd and wrung her hands alas alas alas c. False man quoth she forgive thee heaven As I do wish my sins forgiven In blest Elezium I shall sléep When thou with periur'd souls shalt wéep Who when they liv'd did like to thee That lov'd their loves as thou dost me When she had fil'd her Apron full Of such sweet Flowers as she could cull The green leaves serv'd for a bed The Flowers pillows for her head Then down she lay ne'r more did speak Alas with Love her heart did break FINIS The Faithless Lover To the same Tune WHen I had séen this Virgins end I sorrowed as became a friend And wept to see that such a Maid Should be by faithless love betray'd But woe I fear will come to thee That was not true in Love as she The birds did cease their harmony The harmless Lambs did seem to cry The Flowers they did hang their head The flower of Maidens being dead Whose Life by death is now set free and none did love more dear then she The bubbling brooks did seem to moan And ecchoes from the Vallies did groan Diana's Nymphs did ring her knell And to their Quéen the same did tell Who vowed by her chastitie That none should take revenge but she When as I saw her corps were cold I to her Lover went and told What chance unto this Maid befell Who said I am glad she sped so well Do you think that I so fond would be To love no Maid but onely she I was not made for one alone I take delight to hear them moan When one is gone I will have more That man is rich that hath most store I bondage hate I must live free And no● be ty'd to such as she O Sir remember then quoth I The power of Heavens All-séeing eye Who doth remember vows forgot Though you deny you know it not Call to your mind this maiden free The which was wrong'd by none but thee Quoth he I have a love more fair Besides she is her fathers heir A bonny Lass doth please my mind That unto me is wondrous kind Her will I love and none but she Who still shall welcome be to me False-minded man that so would prove Disloyal to thy dearest love Who at her death for thée did pray And wisht thée many a happy day I would my Love would but love me Even half so well as she lov'd thee Fair Maidens will example take Young men will curse thee for her sake They 'l stop their ears unto our plaints And call us Divels seeming Saints They 'l say to day that we are kind To morrow of another mind FINIS Printed for F. Coles T. Vere and J. Wright