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 But, O alas! The treach'rous youth,

soft treach'rous did seduce me,

And when I ask'd him for to wed,

he like a rogue refus'd me,

So pray remember pretty maids, &c.

Then of his conquest he did boast,

in man you know 'tis common,

And brag'd to his companions all,

how he betray'd a woman:

Howe'er he has my ruin been,

and I'm undone for ever;

So now can man ever expect,

of woman any favour.So pray, &c.

But yet I will not curse the youth,

but this I wish in brief, Sir,

That he may wed a drunken wife,

then he’ll have whore and thief, Sir;

Sufficient punishment I vow,

for any man alive, Sir;

For he that's ty'd to such a Jilt,

I'm sure can never thrive. Sir. Pray, &c,

Now this is all the harm I wish,

what think ye of my prayer?

A drunken wife to be the lot,

of ev'ry maid's betrayer.

A good wife is an ornament,

and makes a husband prized,

But he may get a drunken Jilt,

and see himself despised.

So pray remember pretty maids, &c.

