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THE INJURED FAIR.

OME laſſes liſten unto me,

in country, town and city,

Let my downfal a warning be

to blooming maids ſo pretty:

I am a poor unhappy girl,

upon the town applying,

Becauſe I did believe falſe man,

full of deceit and lying.

So pray remember pretty maids,

how often you are warned,

For when men once get their ends,

by them you will be ſcorned.

Such flatteries to me he us'd,

and preſents I had many,

Although I had twenty for to chuſe,

I lov'd him beſt of any:

Blythe as the lark I was till he,

of every joy bereft me,

But when he had his will of me,

he went away and left me. &c.

With arms around me on his knee;

like Judas he would kiſs me,

And wiſh the happy day to ſee,

in marriage for to bleſs me.