But, O alas! The treach'rous youth,
soft treach'rous did seduce me,
And when I ask'd him for to wed,
he like a rogue refus'd me,
So pray remember pretty maids, &c.
Then of his conquest he did boast,
in man you know 'tis common,
And brag'd to his companions all,
how he betray'd a woman:
Howe'er he has my ruin been,
and I'm undone for ever;
So now can man ever expect,
of woman any favour.So pray, &c.
But yet I will not curse the youth,
but this I wish in brief, Sir,
That he may wed a drunken wife,
then he’ll have whore and thief, Sir;
Sufficient punishment I vow,
for any man alive, Sir;
For he that's ty'd to such a Jilt,
I'm sure can never thrive. Sir. Pray, &c,
Now this is all the harm I wish,
what think ye of my prayer?
A drunken wife to be the lot,
of ev'ry maid's betrayer.
A good wife is an ornament,
and makes a husband prized,
But he may get a drunken Jilt,
and see himself despised.
So pray remember pretty maids, &c.
