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 passion she had felt.   
To the Tune of, I prithee Love turn to me.  
 
 


WAs ever Maiden so scorned,  
by one that she loved so dear:  
Long time I have 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 art the Lad I long for  
and alas what remedy.   

My Lodging it is on the could 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 Sweetheart,  
and I prithee Love-turn to me;  
For thou art the man I long for,  
and alas what remedy.   

O stop not thy ears 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 can  
procure my liberty.   

Now canst thou be so hard 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.    

The second part,  
to the same tune.  
 
 

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 thy 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 liberry.   

But thou wilt harden thy heart still,  
and be deaf to my pitiful moan:  
So I must endure the smart still,  
and tumble in straw all alone.   

Whilst 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.   

If that thou still do disdain me,  
I never will love the 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 she 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 the man that now art come  
to procure thy liberty.   

I'll crown thee with garlands 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 the man, that alone can  
release my misery.   

Most lovingly he embraced her  
and called her his heart's delight,  
And close by his side he plac; t her,  
all sorrow was vanished quite,   

And now she for joy cried, turn Love  
and I prithee Love turn to me  
For thou art the man, that alone hast  
released me of misery.    
FINIS.