The wandering Virgin: Or, The Coy Lass well Fitted.  
Virgins whose coyness & disdain does prove  
The fatal ruin of cemented Love,  
Learn, and beware, lest you like me cry out  
I'll find my Love, or search the world about  
To the Tune of, Cloris awake, or the loving Chambermaid.  

 
 

YOu Virgins so pretty  
hear what I relate,  
My case you may pity,  
take heed of my fate:  
How I was forsaken  
you'll hear it throughout,  

But I'll travel the world o'er  
to find my Love out.    

Since I was the cause  
that he first did disdain,  
My overmuch coyness  
both make him refrain:  
But now I must blush  
that it so comes about,  

I would give all the world  
I could find my Lov● out.    

Then strait my green gown  
into breeches i'll make,  
And my long yellow Locks  
much shorter i'll take:  
I'll wander, i'll Wander,  
I'll wander about,  

And i'll search all the world  
for to find my Love out.    

I'll get me a switch  
and a sword by my side,  
A Horse B●●●●… and Spurs,  
and i'll get up and ride:  
I'll wander, i'll wander,  
i'll wander about,  

I'll search all the world  
for to find my Love out.     

The Second Part,  
to the same Tune.  
 

My Love was a seemly  
and proper young youth,  
Though he did dissemble  
I took all for truth,  
So crafty in courtship  
I never did doubt  

But i'd give all the world  
I could search my Love out.    

His forehead was smooth  
and his locks they were curled  
And him I adored above  
all in the world:  
His tongue went so smoothly  
in Courtship profound  

That I must have my Love  
though I search the world round.    

His Musical voice  
it did make me admire  
His courtship and carriage  
did set me on fire:  
I loved him so dearly  
which makes me cry out  

Ill find him, or wander  
the world all about.    

What fancy hath took him  
I much do admire  
That he should reject the Love  
he did require:  
And since he is gone  
I will wander about  

And i'll search all the world  
but i'll find my Love out.    

My breath it grows short  
and my face pale and wan  
Which makes me admire  
the power of the man:  
My heart it doth tremble,  
which makes me to doubt  

I shall want of my wits  
if I find him not out.    

Since Love I adore thee,  
why shouldst thou disdain  
The suit of thy Lover,  
that's subject to pain?  
Be Kinder unto me,  
and ease all my doubt,  

For I'll search all the World,  
but I'll find my Love out.    

I'll travel the Deserts,  
where fancy me leads,  
Through Groves, Fields, & Forests  
through Fountains, & Medes,  
To find out my Dearest  
i'll gallop about,  

And I'll range the wide world,  
for to find my Love out.    

I'll search over England,  
to see if it contain;  
If not, i'll turn Sailor,  
and search on the Main,  
The Ocean, so boundless,  
i'll travel about,  

I'll range the wide world,  
but i'll find my Love out.    

My Maidenhead-Iewell  
it still is my own;  
But if he had asked me,  
be sure it had gone:  
Then Maids have a care;  
lest like me you cry out,  

I'll find him, or wander  
the world all about.      

Printed for P. Brooksby at Golden Ball in West Smithfield.