A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes/Nursery Songs/XXIII. THE QUAKER SONG
'O dear me! I've lost my lover!
How shall I his loss recover?
'Seek him dearest, thou shalt find him,
Seek him when the spirit moves you,
'O but how he does disdain me!
His cruel looks have almost slain me!
'As for looks they need not matter,
You must learn to fawn and flatter,
'But that dreadful sin of lying,
A guilty conscience when I'm dying,
'Love and conscience ne'er went courting,
Youth and death is ill consorting,