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                           (  6  ) Who would have thought a boy so young,

wou'd us’d a maiden so,

For to allure her with his tongue,

and then from her to go.

Which hath, alas! procur’d my woe,

to credit his fair shews ;

Which now too late, repent I do

the milking of the ewes. Ail maids, &c.

All maidens fair, then have a care,

when you a milking go;

Trust not to young men's tempting tongues,

that would deceive you so;

For you shall find them prove unkind,

and glory in your woes;

For the shepherd’s boy beguiled me,

folding my daddy’s ewes. All maids, &c.

If you your virgin honours keep,

esteeming of them dear ;

You need not then to wail and weep,

or your parents' anger fear.

As I have said, of them beware

would glory in your woes;

You then may sing with merry cheer,

milking your daddy’s ewes- All maids, &c.

A young man hearing her complaint,

did pity this her cafe,

Saying to her, Sweet beauteous faint,

I grieve so fair a face

Should sorrow such, then my sweeting,

to ease thee of thy woes,