THE MAID'S
LAMENTATION:

Printed and sold by Jennings, 13, Water-lane,
Fleet-street, London.

YOU lovers all take pity on a poor distress'd maid,
Who is by love afflicted, by Cupid's dart betray'd,
Ye gods above assist me the burning flames to quench,
It was done by a young man that's gone to fight the French

His lips is like the coral, his cheeks as red as the rose,
His skin as white as a lilly, his eyes as black as sloes,
He's proper, strait, and handsome in every degree,
He's crossing the main ocean to face the enemy.

If to the field of battle my darling he should go,
Bright angels now protect him, & keep him from the foe,
May he be crown'd with laurel, the boy whom I adore,
And that I may see him in London once more.

What a sad misfortune has brought me to this place,
O did you ever see such a beautiful face?
For words that pass'd betwixt us on our parting day,
I never can deny but he stole my heart away.

He says, my dearest jewel come along with me,
We are both young and fair, and from misfortunes free;
And if you'll go with me, no dangers will I fear,
I hear the drums a-sounding, so fare you well my dear.

If in the field of battle my darling should be slain,
Single for his sake for ever I'll remain;
Unto no man now breathing will I give my hand,
Until I see my jewel on his native land.