[N]o Creature is so False as Man.
OR
[T]he Loyal Maidens Complaint a-
gainst her Disloyal Lover.
To the Tune of, As I went early in the
Spring, etc.
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[I] Wonder what's the Reason why
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My Love forsakes my Company;
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[He] takes delight other Maids to view:
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[An]d he bids his own true Love adieu.
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[Ho]w often did he take delight
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[In] my company both day and night;
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[But] he has choise of Women now,
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[An]d has bid his old Love adieu.
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[How] often did he swear and vow
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[For] to love none but only me;
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[But] to my grief I do find now,
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[T]hat all his Oaths were perjury.
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There is a House in Chatam Town,
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My Love went to and sat him down,
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And took a stranger on his knee,
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Which was a grievous grief to me.
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Oh! thou false man how can you be
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So cruel hearted unto me,
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To break your Vows and prove untrue
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To her that loves no one but you.
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There is a Lass in Chatam Crown;
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[Th]at liveth nigh unto the Town;
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['T]is her he now delights to woo,
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And tells her that he will prove true.
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What tho' he has forsaken me
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And now does court another she;
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Yet let him use me how he will,
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I cannot chuse but love him still.
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What tho' my Friends would not consent
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That he and I should Married be,
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Yet Friend nor Foe should not prevent,
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If he would but return to me.
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I wish I was some silly Fly,
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Then on his Bosom would I lie:
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That all the World may plainly see,
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[I] love him tho he loves not me.
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[I] wish that I was like yonder Maid,
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That now sits spinning at her wheel,
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[I] would give all the wealth I have,
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I felt no more than she does feel.
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On yonder hill there's earthly worms,
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[An]d they can neither hear nor see,
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[I wi]sh I'de been like one of those,
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[W]hen I came first in's Company.
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[Oh]! did he know the grief and woe
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[Th]at I poor Maid do undergoe;
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Or did he understand my grief
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Sure he would come and give relief.
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He cast an Anchor in the Sea,
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And it did sink into the Sand,
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So did my heart in my Body
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When I had my false love by the hand
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But it may chance the time may come,
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He may repent for what is done.
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But then alas! 'twill be too late,
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For I can't long survive his hate.
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Farewel, false love! farewel my dear,
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My heart will break with grief and care,
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To think that I so silly be,
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To love the man that loves not me.
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Young women all, I pray take care,
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Let no man take you in a snare,
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For [t]o my grief I prove it can,
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No Creature is so false as Man.
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