The Slighted MAID: OR, The Pining Lover:  
With sighs and moans she doth entreat her Dear,  
Whilst he seems to be deaf and will not hear:  
At length his frozen Heart gins to melt,  
Being moved with the passon she had felt.  
To the Tune of, I prithee Love turn me, etc.  
Licenced and Entered according to Order.  
 
 

WAs ever Maiden so scorned,  
by one that she loved so dear;  
Long time have I sighed and mourned,  
and still my Love will not hear:   

O turn to me my own dear Heart,  
and I prithee Love turn to me;  
For thou act the Lad I long for,  
and, alas! what remedy?   

My lodging is on the cold ground,  
and very hard is my fare,  
But that which troubles me most, is  
the unkindness of my Dear:   

O turn to me my own dear Heart,  
and I prithee Love turn to me;  
For thou art the Lad I long for,  
and 〈…〉   

O stop not thy ear to the wail  
of me a poor harmless Maid;  
You know we are subject to failings,  
blind Cupid hath me betrayed:   

And now I must cry, O turn Love,  
and I prithee Love turn to me,  
For thou art the Man that alone art  
the cause of my misrey.   

How canst thou be so heard hearted,  
and cruel to me alone;  
If ever we should be parted,  
than all my delight is gone;   

But ever I cry, O turn Love,  
and I prithee Love turn to me,  
For thou art the Man that alone art  
the cause of my misery.   

I'll make thee pretty sweet posies,  
and constant I ever will prove,  
I'll strew thy chamber with roses  
and all to delight my Love:   

Then turn to me my own dear Heart,  
and I prithee Love turn to me,  
For thou art the Man that alone can  
procure my liberty.   

I'll do my endeavour to please thee,  
by making the bed full soft,  
Of all thy sorrows i'll ease thee,  
by kissing thy lips full oft:   

Then turn to me my own dear Heart,  
and I prithee Love turn to me,  
For thou art the Man that alone can  
procure my liberty.   

But t●●u wilt harden thy heart still  
 
  

 
 
 
  

If that thou still do dis●●in me,  
I never will love thee more,  
Thy cruelty shall never pain me,  
for i'll have another in store:   

But still I cry, O turn Love,  
and I prithee Love turn to me,  
For thou art the Man that alone art  
the cause of my misery.   

By hearing her pitiful clamour,  
the passion of love he felt;  
He could no longer disdain her,  
his frozen heart it did melt:   

For ever the cried, O turn Love,  
and I prithee Love turn to me,  
For thou art the Man that alone can  
procure my liberty.   

He said, My Love I will please thee,  
thy heaviness grieves me sore,  
But let not sorrow once seize thee,  
I never will grieve thee more:   

I'll turn to thee my own kind Heart,  
dear Love i'll turn to thee;  
For I am Man that now am come  
to procure thy liberty.   

I'll crown thee with a garland of straw then,  
and marry thee with a rush-ring,  
My frozen heart it will thaw then,  
and merrily we will sing:   

But ever she cried, O turn Love,  
and I prithee Love turn to me,  
For thou art Man that alone can  
release my misery.