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THE INJURED FAIR.
COME lasses listen unto me,
in country, town, and city,
let my downfal a caution be,
to blooming maids so pretty.
I am a poor unhappy girl,
upon the town applying,
Because I did believe false man,
full of deceit and lying.
CHORUS.
So pray remember pretty maids,
how often ye are warned.
For when men once get their ends,
by them you will be scorned.
Such flatteries to me he us'd,
and presents I had many,
Although I'd twenty for to chuse,
I lov'd him best of any.
Blythe as thc lark I was till he,
of every joy bereft me,
But when he had his will of me,
he went away and left me.So pray, &c.
With arm around me on his knee,
like Judas he would kiss me,
And wish'd the happy day to see,
