The Deceived Virgin, OR THE Treacherous Young LOVER'S Cruelty.  
Being a New Song Sung at Windsor: By E. G.  

Fair Maids Beware, for Men has Oily Tongues,  
And Smoothly Court you to your greatest Wrongs,  
With Curses, Oaths, large Promises to Boot,  
They'll Importune you to Admit the Suit,  
But you are Fools I'll Swear by Gad if e'er you do't.  
A good Sword, or Stick, if you'll but take the Pain,  
Will Force that Right which you but Court in Vain.   
To the Tune of Celia my Foe.  Entered according to Order. 

COme Hither all you,  
Who to Love never knew;  
Here's a Ditty,  
Both Witty  
And Wondrous true,  
Such a one that will make  
Your sad Hearts for to Ache  
When I tell ye  
What befell me  
For my true Love's Sake.   

I was a Fair Maid,  
And some Beauty I had  
Which the Young Men  
Came Thronging  
To see, and were glad  
But amongst all the Rest,  
There was one I Loved Best,  
Who with pain  
Did Obtain  
A Large Room in my Breast.   

With more Care and more Pain  
Then in Seiges was Tain,  
To my Chamber,  
Through Danger  
He constantly came  
Where he wasted the Night  
In desiring he might,  
But at first  
I was Cursed  
And rejected him quite.   

With a Thousand more Oaths,  
He heaved up the   
With such strength  
That at length  
He in Vain did oppose;  
But my affections within  
Was as Urgent as him,  
And with Arder  
Did Further  
His Fatal design.   

When he had gained my Warm Fort,  
Which so long he did Court,  
He had Leisure  
With Pleasure  
To Pause on the Sport,  
By the Oath of a Kiss,  
He Renewed his sweet Bliss,  
And Swore  
As Before,  
I shoul● ever be his.   

But Alas! How in Vain,  
Does Poor Maidens Complain,  
When the Men  
Has once Tain  
What they wish for again  
When their Fair Virgin's Flower  
Is gone out of their Power,  
They may Snatch,  
But can't Catch  
At one happy short Hour.   

With that we both went  
To complete our content  
To the Church,  
Where with much  
Satisfaction we spent  
All the time, whilst in Bands,  
The Black-Man Joined our hands  
Whilst Returning  
Both Burning  
He squenched our Flames.   

Thus Maids may behold,  
What it is to be bold,  
When in Courting  
And Sporting  
Your Sweethearts grow Cold,  
A good Sword in your Hand,  
Will your Affections Command,  
Whilst with Sighing  
And Crying  
Unpitied you Stand.   
FINIS.   

LONDON, Printed for Absalon Chamberlain, 1684.