The Maidens Tragedy:
OR,
A brief Account of a Young Damsel near Wolverhampton, who Cut
her Throat in Despair, because she could not habe the Man she
Loved.
To the Tune of Russel's Farewell. Licensed according to Order.
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NEar Wolverhampton liv'd a Maid,
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who fell into Despair;
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Her yielding Heart was soon betray'd
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into Love's fatal Snare:
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A Young-man courted her, we find,
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and s[e]eming Love did show;
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Yet after all, he prov'd unkind,
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which wrought her Overthrow.
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Here do I languish in distress,
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the youthfull Damsel cry'd,
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To see his most unfaithfulness,
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All round on e'ery side,
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I nothing see but Clouds of Grief,
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and Storms of bitter woe,
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It's Death alone must yield Relief,
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Love proves my Overthrow.
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False-hearted Thomas call to mind,
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The solemn Vows you made,
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That you wou'd never prove unkind,
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and can you now degrade
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Your Loyal Lover now at last;
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and fill my Heart with woe;
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Which will my Life and Glory blast,
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and prove my Overthrow.
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I Courted was, both day and night,
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at length I gave Consent;
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This done, my Love he straight did slight,
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and leaves me to lament
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As if he took delight to see
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mine Eyes like Fountains flow,
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Oh most ungratefull Man, said she,
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Love proves my Ovrthrow.
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Not long agoe he did adore
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my very Charms he cry'd;
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Was ever Man so false before,
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in all the World beside!
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A harmelss Lover to deceive
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and drown in tears of Woe:
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This World I am resolv'd to leave
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Love proves, etc.
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The killing Torment that I feel
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doth such a Passion raise
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That I not longer can conceal
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the Sorrows of my days;
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I'll hasten Death this very day,
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to ease my Heart of Woe;
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I find there is no other way,
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Love proves my Overthrow.
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Thus being fill'd with Discontent,
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She took a bloody Knife,
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In desperate sort resolv'd and bent
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to cut the Thread of Life:
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Down from her Throat the reeking Gore,
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in purple streams did flow,
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And though she lay a week and more,
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it prov'd her Overthrow.
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With Grief and Sorrow compass'd round,
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she languish'd night and day;
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At length her fatal bleeding Wound
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did take her quite away:
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And all along before she dy'd,
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her Eyes with Tears did flow,
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Likewise she wrung her hands and cry'd,
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Love proves my Overthrow.
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Farewell to him who is the Cause,
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of all my grief and care;
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Had he been true to Cupid's Laws,
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I solemnly declare
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We might have liv'd in happiness
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in Love and Peace I know;
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But Sorrow doth my Soul oppress
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and proves my Overthrow.
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Though now at present he may have
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Content, and Pleasure find,
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When I am sleeping in my Grave
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he then will call to mind
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Who caus'd this present wretched State,
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and fill his Heart with Woe,
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And then he may repent too late
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my dismal Overthrow.
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