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EBBA 34072

National Library of Scotland - Crawford
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Oh! how I sigh when I think on the Man, etc.
The Amorous Virgin.
Who never till this time did fancy man,
But she must love, let her do what she can:
To a dainty new Tune, much Sung in the Duke of Yorks Play-House.

TO little or no purpose,
I spent many a day,
In ranging the Park,
the Exchange and the Play:
For ne'r in my Ramble,
till now did, I prove,
So lucky to meet with
the man I cou'd love:
But Oh! how I sigh
when I think of the Man,
I find I must love,
let me do what I can.

How long I shall love him,
I can no more tell,
Then had I a Feavour,
when I should be well:
My passion shall kill me
before I will show it,

And yet I would give
all the world he did know it:
But Oh! how I sigh,
when I think he should wooe me,
I cannot deny what
I know wou'd undo me.

I always did wonder
how Maids could love Men,
How Ladies fell sick,
when men lov'd not agen:
I could not tell where
the blind Boy then did lurk,
Or how the inticing
temptations did work:
But now I cry out,
I dye for the man,
Let wisdom and Reason,
do all what they can.

HE is the most handsom'st,
that ever I saw,
For love hath no reason,
and fancy no Law:
Were all mens perfections
contracted in one,
Accomplished Gallant,
himself alone:
For Cupid I see
is a very trappan,
And I must love Charles,
let me do what I can.

When first I espy'd him,
he dazel'd my eye;
And flashes like Lighting,
did thorow him flye:
I blush'd, sigh'd and panted
my Pulses did move,
I am of opinion
there's Witchcraft in love:
But let love and reason,
do all what they can,
The Grave will have me,
if I have not the man:

I am so much perplext,
sometimes I could find
In my heart to go to him;
and tell him my mind:

Why if I did so,
what could he say then?
Such boldness would make him
not love me agen:
A woman is strengthned
much more then a man,
But yet I love him,
do all what I can.

This amorous Virgin,
was lying alone,
Hid in a close Arbour
and singing this Song.
And lay in a posture,
attired in a Dress,
Would tempt a Percision
unto Wickedness:
But all her complaint was
I must have the man,
Or I shall be ruin'd,
do all what I can.

The man whom she fancy'd
was upto the brim
In love with her Person,
as she was with him:
And being i' th next arbour,
where she made her moan,
He scal'd a strong Wall,
that was built all of Stone

And there he presents her
the very same man,
That must be her lover,
do all what he can.

They clung so together,
no power could unloose 'um
She hid her fond Blushes,
in 's neck, and his bosome
And there to each other
their Hearts they reveal,
And tell those kind secrets,
they cannot conceal:
At last she is like
to be blest with the man,
That she must love
do all what she can.

They vow their affections,
and there plight their troth
They make up a Contract
bound fast by an Oath:
They wedded, they bedded,
by her parents consents,
The Maid hath her wishe,
The Man his content:
When providence orders,
a maid and a man,
They shall have each other,
do all what they can.

Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.

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