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[3] But O, alas! The treach'rous youth, moſt treach'rous did ſeduce me, And when I aſk'd him for to wed, he like a rogue refus'd me. &c.

Then of his conqueſt he did boaſt, in man you know 'tis common, And bragg'd to his companions all, how he betray'd a woman: However he's my ruin been, and I'm undone for ever; So how can man ever expect, of woman any favour. &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, &c.

Now this is all the harm I wiſh, what think you 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 priz'd, But may he get a drunken Jilt, and ſee himſelf deſpis'd.

So pray remember pretty maids, &c.