The West-Country Dam osels Complaint: OR, The Faithful Lovers last Farewell.  
Being the Relation of a Young Maid who Pined herself to death, for the Love of a Youngman, who after he had notice of it, died likewise for Grief.  

Careless Youngmen, by this a warning take,  
How you kind Virgins (when they Love) for sake;  
Lest the same fate o'ertake you, and you die  
For breach of Vows, and Infidelity.  
Be kind, but Swear not more than what you mean,  
Lest Comic Jests become a Trajeck Scene.   
To the Tune of, johnny Armstrong.  
 
 
 


WHen will you Mary me William,  
and make me your wedded wife?  
Or take you your keen bright Sword,  
and rid me out of my Life.   

Will.  
Say no more so then Lady,  
say you no more than so,  
For you shall into the wild Forest,  
and amongst the Buck and Do.   

Where thou shalt eat of the Hips & Haws,  
and the Roots that are so sweet,  
And thou shalt drink of the cold water,  
that runs underneath feet.   

Now she had not been in the wild Forest,  
passing▪ three months and a day,  
But with hunger and cold she had her fill,  
till she was quite worn away.   

At last she saw a fair Tiled House,  
and there the ●●ore by the Rood,  
That she would to that fair Tiled house,  
there for to get her some Food.   

But when she came unto the Gates,  
aloud aloud she cried,  
An Alms, an Alms, my own▪ Sister,  
I ask you for no Pride.   

Her Sister called up her merry men all,  
by one, by two, and by three,  
And bid them hunt away that wild do,  
as far as e'er they could see.   

They hunted her o'er Hill and Dale,  
and they hunted her so sore,  
That they hunted her into the Forest,  
where her sorrows grew more and more.   

She said a Stone all at her head,  
and another all at her feet,  
And down she lay between these two,  
till death had lulled her asleep.   

When sweet Will came & stood at her head,  
and likewise stood at her feet,  
A thousadd times he kissed her cold Lips,  
her body being fast asleep.   

Yea, seven times he stood at her feet,  
and seven times at her head,  
A thousand times he shook her hand,  
although her body was dead.   

Ah wretched me! he loudly cried,  
what is it that I have done,  
O would to the powers above I'd died,  
when thus I left her alone.   

Come, come you gentle Red breast now,  
and prepare for us a Tomb,  
Whilst unto cruel Death I bow,  
and sing like a Swan my Doom.   

Why! could I ever cruel be  
unto so fair a Creature?  
Alas she died for love of me,  
the loveliest she in nature.   

For me she left her home so fair,  
to wander in this wild Grove,  
And there with sighs and pensive care,  
she ended her Life for Love.   

O Constancy in her thou'rt lost,  
now let Women boast no more,  
She's fled to the Elysium Coast,  
and with her carried the Store.   

O break my heart with sorrow filled,  
come swell you strong Tides of grief,  
You that my dear Love have killed,  
come yield in death to me relief.   

Cruel her Sister, was't for me  
that to her she was unkind?  
Her Husband I will never be,  
but with this my Love be joined.   

Grim death shall tie the Marriage ban●  
which jealousy shan't divide,  
Together shall tie our cold hands,  
whilst here we ●ye side by side.   

Witness ye Groves, and Chrystial strea●  
how Faithless I late have been,  
But do repent with dying Leaves,  
of that my ungrateful Sin.   

And wish a thousand times that I  
had been but to her more kind,  
And not have let a Virgin die,  
whose equal there's none can find.   

Now heaps of sorrow press my Soul,  
now, now 'tis she takes her way,  
I come my Love without Control,  
nor from thee will longer stay.   

With that he fetched a heavy Groan,  
which rend his tender Breast,  
And then by her he laid him down,  
when as Death did give him rest.   

Whilst mournful birds, with levy bough▪  
to them a kind Burial gave,  
And warbled out their Lovesick vows,  
whilst they both slept in their Grave.   
FINIS.    

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in Westsmithfield, near the Hospital-gate▪