The Injured fair/The injured fair

THE INJURED FAIR.

COME laſſes liſten unto me,
in country, town and city,
Let my downfal a warning 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 you 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 had twenty for to chuſe,
I lov'd him beſt of any:
Blythe as the lark I was till he,
of every joy bereft me,
But when he had his will of me,
he went away and left me. &c.

With arms around me on his knee;
like Judas he would kiſs me,
And wiſh the happy day to ſee,
in marriage for to bleſs me.
But O, alas! The treach'rous youth,
moſt treach'rous did ſeduce me,
And when I aſk'd him for to wed,
he like a rogue refus'd me. &c.

Then of his conqueſt he did boaſt,
in man you know 'tis common,
And bragg'd to his companions all,
how he betray'd a woman:
However he's my ruin been,
and I'm undone for ever;
So how can man ever expect,
of woman any favour. &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, &c.

Now this is all the harm I wiſh,
what think you 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 priz'd,
But may he get a drunken Jilt,
and ſee himſelf deſpis'd.

So pray remember pretty maids, &c.