Oh! how I sigh, when I think on the man, etc. Or, the Amorous Virgin;  
Who never till this time, did fancy a man,  
But now she must love; let her do what she can.  
To a dainty new Tune, much sung in the Duke of York's Playhouse.  
 
 

To little or no purpose,  
I spent many a day,  
In Manging the Parks  
The Exchange, and the Play;  
For ne'er in my Rambles  
till now, did I prove  
So lucky to meét with  
the Man I could love,   

But Oh! how I sigh,  
when I think on 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 fever  
when I should be well;  
My Passion shall kill me  
before I will slow it,  
And yet I would give  
all the World he did know it:   

But Oh! how I sigh,  
when I think, should he woo me,  
I cannot deny what  
I know would undo me,   

I always did wonder,  
how Maids could lov● Men,  
How Ladies fell sick,  
when Men loved not again;  
I could not tell where  
the blind Boy then did lurk,  
Or how the enticing  
Temptations did work:   

But now I cry out,  
I die for the Man;  
Let wisdom, and Reason  
do all that they can.   
 

He is the most handsomest  
that ever I saw,  
for Love hath no Reason,  
and Fancy no Law:  
Were all men's perfections  
contracted in one  
Accomplished Gallant,  
'tis himself alone:   

For Cupid I see  
is a ve●y Trapan;  
And I m●st have Charles,  
let me do what I can.   

When fi●st I espied him,  
he dazed my eyes,  
And flashes, like Lightning  
did th●row me fly;  
I blushst, sighed, and patend,  
my Pu●ses did move,  
I am of opinion  
there's Witchcraft in Love:   

But let Love and Reason  
do all what they can;  
The Grav● will have me,  
If I ha●e not the Man.   

I am so ●uch perplexed,  
sometimes I could find  
In my h●●rt to go to him  
and t●l● him my mind:  
Why, if I did so,  
what could he say then:  
Such boldness would make him  
not love me again?   

A Woman is straightened  
much more than a Man;  
But yet I must love him  
do what I can.   

This amorous Virgin  
was lying alone,  
Hid in a close Arbour,  
and sighing this Song,  
And lay in a Posture  
Attired in a Dr●ss,  
Would tempt a Per●i●n  
unto wickedness:   

But all her complaint was,  
I must have the Man  
or I shall be Ruined  
do I what I can.   

The Man whom she fancied  
was up to the brim,  
In love with her person  
as she was with him:  
And being i' th' next Arbour,  
where she made her moan,  
He scaled a strong wall,  
that was built all of Stone:   

And there he presents her  
the very same Man,  
That must be her Lover  
do she what she can.   

They clung so together.  
no Power could unloose 'em  
She did her fond Blushes,  
in's neck, and his bosum:  
And there to each other  
their hearts they reveal;  
And tell these kind secrets  
they cannot ●en●●al:   

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 Parents consent  
The Maid hath her wishes,  
the Man is content:   

When Providence order  
a Maid and a Man;  
They shall have each other,  
do all what they can.    

LONDON, Printed by E. C. for F. Colos, T. Veres and J. Wrighs.