THE Bleeding Lovers Lamentation: OR, Fair Clorindas' sorrowful Complaint for the loss of her Unconstant Strephon.  
To the Tune of, The Ring of Gold.  
Licenced according to Order.  
 

RAnging the silent shade  
seeking for Pleasure,  
I heard a fair young Maid  
weep out of measuree:  
Her curled locks the tore  
and often crying,  
Strephon whom I ador●  
is from me flying.   

Sure by some charming Saint  
he is deluded,  
While here in sad complaint  
I lie excluded  
From all the joys of love,  
and grief lie under.  
My sorrows to remove,  
heart break in sunder.   

O Strephon most unkind  
how could you leave me.  
With a tormented mind,  
the which doth grieve me,  
Return, return again  
whom I admire,  
Or in tormenting pain  
I shall expire.   
 
 

A Alas you little know  
how I lie bleeding,  
These melting tears that flow  
for me are pleading,  
Let them some pity find,  
do not destroy me;  
I am to love inclined,  
let me enjoy thee.   

In vain this moan I make,  
he will not hear me,  
Although my heart should break  
he'll not come near me;  
But Violates the Laws  
of Lover's passion,  
What have I done to cause  
this separation.   

None had my heart but he  
ever in keeping,  
This said immediately,  
she fell a weeping,  
Her hands as white as Snow,  
she wrung them, crying,  
Down to the shades below,  
my soul is flying.   

My last Farewell I'll write  
and leave behind me,  
Since he for ruin quite  
thus hath designed me,  
When he the same shall read,  
it may offend him;  
A mournful life he'll lead,  
grief may attend him.   

When he shall call to mind  
what Vows he made me,  
Seeming to love inclined  
till he betrayed me:  
This may his Soul enslave  
and cause his weeping,  
While in the silent Grave  
I shall lie sleeping.   

Death ease me of the smart  
which I lie under,  
And let this stubborn heart  
now break in sunder.  
Why should I live to feel  
loves flaming fire,  
Which I cannot conceal,  
let me expire.   

Once more her melting eyes  
like Fountains flowing  
And with relenting Cries,  
said she I'm going.  
Farewell thou perjured swain  
who from me parted,  
Thou hast a lover slain  
being hard hearted.    

Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare and J. Back.