The Wandering Virgin: Or, The Coy Lass Well Fitted
The Wandering Virgin: or, the Coy Lass Well Fitted.
Virgins whose coyness & disdain does prove
The fatal ruine of cemented Love,
Learn, and beware, lest you like me cry out
I’le find my Love, or search the world about.
You Virgins so pretty
hear what I relate,
My case you may pitty,
take heed of my fate:
How I was forsaken
you’l hear it throughout,
But I’le travel the world
o’re to find my Love out.
Since I was the cause
that he first did disdain,
My overmuch coyness
doth make him refrain:
But now I must blush
that it so comes about,
I would give all the world
I could find my Love out.
Then straight my green gown
into breeches i’le make,
Any my long yellow Locks
much shorter i’le take:
I’le wander, i’le wander,
i’le wander about,
And i’le search all the world
for to find my Love out.
I’le get me a switch
and a word by my side,
A Horse, Boots and Spurs,
and i’le get up and ride:
I’le wander, i’le wander,
i’le wander about,
Ile search all the world
for to find my Love out.
My Love was a seemly
and proper young youth,
Though he did dissemble
I took all for truth,
So crafy in courtship
I never did doubt
But ide give all the world
I could search my Love out.
His forehead was smooth
and his locks they were curld
And him I ador’d above
all in the world:
His toungue 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 lov’d him so dearly
which makes me cry out
I’ll 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’le search all the world
but ile 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’le search all the World,
but I’le find my Love out.
I’le travell the Desarts,
where fancy me leades,
Through Groves, Fields, & Forrests
through Fountains, & Medes,
To find out my Dearest
i’le gallop about,
And I’le rance the wide world,
for to find my Love out.
I’le search over England
to see if’t contain;
If not, i’le turn Sailor,
and search on the Main,
The Ocean so boundless,
i’le travell about,
I’le range the wide world,
but i’le find my Love out.
My Maidenhead-Jewell
it still is my own;
But if he had ask’d me,
be sure it had gone:
Then Maids have a care,
lest like me you cry out,
I’le find him, or wander
the world all about.
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