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<HEAD>A Loue-&s;ick maids &s;ong, lately beguild, By a run-away Louer that left her with Childe.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the tune of, In Melton on a day.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>ALas and well away,</L>
<L>that ere I trod on ground</L>
<L>To &s;ee this hapie&s;&s;e day,</L>
<L>wherein &s;uch griefes abound.</L>
<L>Alas I cannot &s;leepe,</L>
<L>my ioyes are cleane exilde:</L>
<L>I cannot choo&s;e but weepe,</L>
<L>becau&s;e I was beguild.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When I o&s;huld take the meat,</L>
<L>that &s;hould my life &s;u&s;taine:</L>
<L>There is nothing that I eat,</L>
<L>but aggrauates my paine,</L>
<L>Oh, fie on him who&s;e d&eacute;ede</L>
<L>doth cau&s;e me thus complaine</L>
<L>My heart within doth bleede,</L>
<L>with &s;orrow griefe and paine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ah, euill might he thriue,</L>
<L>that &s;poil'd me of my health:</L>
<L>The cruel&s;t wretch aliue,</L>
<L>hath me vndone by &s;tealth.</L>
<L>For where I liu'd a maid,</L>
<L>a maiden in good fame,</L>
<L>He hath me now betrayde,</L>
<L>and brought me vnto &s;hame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My maidenhead is lo&s;t,</L>
<L>oh, cur&s;ed be the hower:</L>
<L>When he that lou'd me mo&s;t:</L>
<L>&s;hould &s;eeke me to deflower.</L>
<L>Now am I great with childe,</L>
<L>as great as I may goe:</L>
<L>He that hath me beguild,</L>
<L>a way is gone me fro.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And left me here alone,</L>
<L>within this de&s;art place:</L>
<L>To waile and make my moane,</L>
<L>O mo&s;t di&s;tre&s;&s;ed ca&s;e.</L>
<L>What &s;hall of me betide,</L>
<L>none but the Lord doth know:</L>
<L>He that &s;hould be my guide,</L>
<L>hath left me here in woe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ye windes re&s;ound my cryes,</L>
<L>within the Mi&s;ers eares:</L>
<L>That he with watry eyes,</L>
<L>may &s;hed his brini&s;h teares.</L>
<L>To waile the late done d&eacute;ede.</L>
<L>that he committed haue:</L>
<L>Or el&s;e to come with &s;peede,</L>
<L>my babe and me to &s;aue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The trees can witne&s;&s;e well,</L>
<L>my priuy griefe and paine:</L>
<L>The&s;e Rocks and &s;tones can tell</L>
<L>the &s;orrowes I &s;ub&s;taine</L>
<L>My meate is hawes and hips,</L>
<L>my drinke is water cleare:</L>
<L>Nought els my tender lips,</L>
<L>haue ta&s;ted this halfe yeare.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O whelpe of Tigers broode,</L>
<L>could&s;t thou finde in thy hart,</L>
<L>With her that did th&eacute;e good,</L>
<L>to play &s;o lewde a part.</L>
<L>Woe worth me poore woman,</L>
<L>that did th&eacute;e alwaies helpe,</L>
<L>And cur&s;ed be the Dam,</L>
<L>brought forth &s;o bad a whelp.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou had&s;t me at thy call,</L>
<L>as hawkes are at the lure:</L>
<L>My &s;elfe, my goods and all,</L>
<L>and what I might procure.</L>
<L>Thou had&s;t it at thy neede,</L>
<L>I neuer &s;ayd th&eacute;e nay,</L>
<L>To &s;tand th&eacute;e ought in &s;t&eacute;ede,</L>
<L>or helpe th&eacute;e any way.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now thou doe&s;t requite,</L>
<L>this loue I beare to thee:</L>
<L>With deadly deepe di&s;pite,</L>
<L>as now I plainely &s;ee.</L>
<L>To leaue me comfortle&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>my lukle&s;&s;e &s;tate to rue:</L>
<L>Thou can&s;t not &s;ay no le&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>but thou ha&s;t beu vatrue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Woe worth the time that I</L>
<L>gaue credit to thy words:</L>
<L>For now I platnely trie,</L>
<L>thou bu&s;hes giu'&s;t for birds.</L>
<L>Woe worth tho&s;e fained teares,</L>
<L>which thou ha&s;t often &s;pent:</L>
<L>They brought me in the dryers</L>
<L>which make me now lament.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O would to God I had</L>
<L>not knowne thy periur'd face:</L>
<L>I might haue then bene glad,</L>
<L>where now I reape ala&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>For I did neuer offend,</L>
<L>before that time with th&eacute;e:</L>
<L>Nor neuer did intend,</L>
<L>to &s;pot my cha&s;tity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ith no words will &s;erue,</L>
<L>to counteruaile thine act:</L>
<L>And that thou doe&s;t de&s;erue,</L>
<L>hell torments for thy fact.</L>
<L>I will hold me contont,</L>
<L>till that I breathe my la&s;t:</L>
<L>I cannot now briuent,</L>
<L>the thing is done and pa&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ye maides be warnd by me,</L>
<L>let no &s;uch cogging mates,</L>
<L>Spot your virginitie,</L>
<L>by any &s;ubtill feates.</L>
<L>Lea&s;t in the ende you &s;ay,</L>
<L>and &s;ing as now I doe:</L>
<L>Alas and well away,</L>
<L>we are beguiled too.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Con&s;ider words are winde,</L>
<L>or of &s;mall force at lea&s;t:</L>
<L>And men are mo&s;t vnkinde,</L>
<L>I &s;peake <HI>probatum e&s;t.</HI></L>
<L>There is no truoch in men,</L>
<L>the be&s;t is all to had:</L>
<L>Who tru&s;ts their dealings then</L>
<L>I hold them wor&s;e than mad.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who tru&s;ts to rotten boughes</L>
<L>&s;hall fall ere they bewares:</L>
<L>Who credites fayned vowes:</L>
<L>are &s;one&s;t brought to care.</L>
<L>My &s;elfe may iu&s;tly &s;ay.</L>
<L>I prou'd it to my paine:</L>
<L>I neuer &s;aw the day,</L>
<L>but words &amp; deeds were twain</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And thus to end my &s;ong,</L>
<L>I wi&s;h you all beware,</L>
<L>And of the flattering tongue,</L>
<L>to haue a &s;peciall care.</L>
<L>K&eacute;epe well your hone&s;t name,</L>
<L>as the apple of your eye,</L>
<L>So &s;hall your la&s;ting fame.</L>
<L>remaine eternally.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed at London for I. W.</P>
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