The Distracted Youngman's Answer TO The Injured Maiden.  
Showing the Cruelty of his Parents, in forcing him to marry another, because she had a better Fortune, which proved the Ruin of the young Man and his former Mistress.  
Te the same Tune: or, The Languishing Swain.  

IT's true, thou justly mayst complain,  
On thy unfaithful perjured Swain,  
But yet at first I did design,  
To marry you, to marry you,  
In little time.   

I found you beautiful and fair,  
Delightful with a pleasing air;  
Endowed with all the charms of love,  
And I believed, and I believed,  
You'd constant prove.   

My father told me o'er and o'er,  
Of one who riches had great store;  
He said, If I did not agree,  
To court that lass, to court that lass,  
He'd own not me.   

I went as he did give command,  
Although you had my heart and hand;  
The God above do know it's true,  
I always meant, I always meant;  
To marry you.   

Our Parents straightways did agree,  
And said, That I must married be;  
To her they lately wished me to.  
Then I replied, than I replied;  
What shall I do?   

My father said, To Church now go,  
A thousand pound this has I know;  
For her you courted just before,  
She has not half, she has not half;  
So much in store.   

I answered yea, she has my heart,  
Besides me vowed never to part;  
Therefore dear father, do not make  
Me break this vow, me break this vow;  
Which I did take.   

He said, If I a thousand took,  
I should no more upon her look;  
But strait he made me for to go  
To Church and wed, to Church and wed,  
I know not who.   

Although I have a rich young wife,  
I have no comfort of my life;  
For she that had my heart before,  
Will keep the same, will keep the same,  
For evermore.   

I do implore the God above,  
To look upon my injured love,  
Who justly does complain on me,  
And help her in, and help her in  
Her misery.   

Then young men all a warning take,  
Ne'er break those vows in love you make  
If she you love does prove but kind,  
Be not like me, be not like me;  
To change your mind.   

Since I have proved thus untrue;  
I bid unto the world adieu,  
For I no comfort now can have;  
Then death come send, than death come send,  
Me to my grave.    

LONDON: Printed for P. Pelcomb, in Fleetstreet.