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For they will decoy you to ruin,
and then they will leave you forlorn,
When friends & acquaintance do slight you,
then if unto them you make moan.
With flouts and with jeers they'll revile you,
your rivals they'll bring to your sight,
What foolish maid doats on her lover,
is sure to be ruined quite.
My parents unto me are cruel,
because I did love this false man,
Love has been the cause of my ruin,
but still let me do what I can.
My heart I shall never recover,
it is buried within his false breast,
What foolish maid doats on her lover,
must never expect to have rest.
I wish I had never beheld him,
but many ways he had to charm,
When he robb'd me of my virgin treasure,
he swore he would do me no harm.
We both went to gather some flowers,
on a bank of sweet lilies we play'd.
Like moments did seem the long hours,
when I to his will was betray'd.
Young Cupid, come send down an arrow,
to his stubborn heart let it fly;
Did he then but know half the sorrow,
I suffer'd for his cruelty.
