The Fatal VIRGIN: Or, the young Lady's Drowning herself In the River of Thames, Who leaped out of a Boat in the middle of the River on Saturday last at Ten at Night, and taken up on Sunday morning the 23 d. of July, 1710. at break of Day.  
Tune of, forgive me if your Looks I thought, etc.  
Licenced and Entered.  
 

Good People listen and you'll find,  
the Run of a Maiden  
Whose tender 〈◊〉 to love inclined,  
her mind was 〈◊〉 laden,  
Not Eighteen year she was 'tis said,  
and yet was discontented,  
Ah fair unhappy 〈◊〉 maid,  
who was in mind tormented.   

She was of wealth Parents bred,  
and had good Education,  
And was a comely virtuous Maid,  
as any in the Nation,  
The Father and the Mother to,  
with her they much were pleased,  
But Death about six Month ago,  
on her dear Father seized.   

And since with melancholiness,  
this maiden has been taken,  
And ' 'ttwas for love as many guess,  
if they are not mistaken.  
Her Mother with a tender care,  
was still to please her Daughter,  
Sent her to Hamstead for the Air,  
but mark what happened after.   

On Saturday this maiden fair,  
unto the Wells was walking,  
Two or three did attend her there  
to please her in her talking:  
But when they of young Lovers spoke,  
and happened to name many,  
She sighed as if her heart had broke,  
and wished she ne'er had any   

But these divertions would not do,  
the maiden was for moving,  
Well madam stay, and we'll go to,  
you'll find me at my Lodging  
She walked on with such a speed,  
that they could not come nigh her,  
And privately took Coach indeed,  
for London, saying, drive her.   

And when the Coachman she had cleared,  
to Powls-Wharf strait she highed,  
Which was at ten a Night we heard,  
Next Scholar the men cried,  
But she replied, No, no, no,  
the little Boys i'll go we th',  
And to the Bankside I will go  
and thither Children row me.   

When in the middle they were rowed,  
without one Word of speaking,  
Out of the Boat herself she throvved.  
the Boys hearts they were aching,  
For they their Fair could see no more,  
and being thus benighted,  
They hastily Rowed to the shore,  
and terribly were frighted.   

But the next morn at break of day,  
near London-Bridge was ' spied  
Hitched to the Post this maiden lay,  
who in the River died,  
And in her Pocket there was found,  
a Letter did discover,  
The cause why she herself did drown,  
' 'ttwas for a perjured Lover.   

Oh! cruel Lovers be more kind,  
unto soft hearted maidens.  
And keep the Oaths that you do bind,  
which makes them heavy Laden,  
For perjured Vows who can them bear,  
young men I do declare it,  
When you break what you vow & swear  
young maidens cannot bear it.   

And this Advice she left behind,  
young maids be not deceived,  
tho' young men swear & seem most kind,  
they're not to be believed,  
But eat them lest you Perish to,  
Yet this I must discover,  
Blessed is the Maid whose Lover's true,  
and happy is the Lover.    

London: Printed for Robert Mills. 1710.