Unhappy lover, or, Ruined virgin/The unhappy lover

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THE UNHAPPY LOVER.

FArewel the sweet pleasures of loving,
the flowers and meadows so gay,
Where first my poor heart was deluded,
and by a false man stole away.

'Tis hard for young maids to believe 'em,
for young men flatter and lie,
Their pleasure is to be deceiving,
all for a young man I must die.

When first they begin to adore you,
if you but their offers should slight,
They would form ten thousand stories,
and swear they are ruined quite.

They'll make you a thousand kind presents,
on purpose your heart to betray
Young virgins take care of delusion,
and let not your hearts go astray.

They well know young virgins do love them,
indeed they are naturally prone;
For a man is a glorious creature,
'tis a pity so false they are grown.

Their hearts are like snakes among flow'rs,
that hide from the sight of the sun,
That maiden that doats on her lover,
is surely for ever undone.

For they will decoy you to ruin,
and then they will leave you forlorn,
When friends & acquaintance do slight you,
then if unto them you make moan.

With flouts and with jeers they'll revile you,
your rivals they'll bring to your sight,
What foolish maid doats on her lover,
is sure to be ruined quite.

My parents unto me are cruel,
because I did love this false man,
Love has been the cause of my ruin,
but still let me do what I can.

My heart I shall never recover,
it is buried within his false breast,
What foolish maid doats on her lover,
must never expect to have rest.

I wish I had never beheld him,
but many ways he had to charm,
When he robb'd me of my virgin treasure,
he swore he would do me no harm.

We both went to gather some flowers,
on a bank of sweet lilies we play'd.
Like moments did seem the long hours,
when I to his will was betray'd.

Young Cupid, come send down an arrow,
to his stubborn heart let it fly;
Did he then but know half the sorrow,
I suffer'd for his cruelty.

But man has no heart for to pity,
they laugh at our sorrow and woe,
Pray Virgins begin to be witty,
lest love should be your overthrow.