Jenny's lamentation for the loss of her Jemmy. She wander'd up and down for love, till she was weary grown, then sate down in a shady grove, and thus she ma[d]e her moan. Tune of, Jenny Gin, or Busie fame. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03901 of text R227224 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing J677). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B03901 Wing J677 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.10[17] 99887180 ocm99887180 183382 2264218117

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JENNY's Lamentation For the loss of her JEMMY . She wander'd up and down for Love , Till she was weary grown , Then sate down in a shady Grove , and thus she made her moan . Tune of , Jenny Gin , or Busie Fame .

A Woe 's me ! poor harmless Maid , my hopes are quite undone , For J●mmy he is from me fled , who onst I thought my own : Alas ! he 's gone for evermore from her who lov'd him well , Who will his memory adore , whilest upon Earth I dwell .

Ah! cruel Swain , that thou shou'd prove so perjur'd to thy Love , To make her wander in this Grove , like to the Turtle Dove , Who losing of her Mate , does pine , and moane it self to death ; So I shall murmure to the wind as long as I have breath .

Could thou so faithless prove to one that gave to thee her heart ; Remember but the Oathes thou 'st sworn that we shou'd never part : You kist my hand , and squez'd it hard , and swore and vow'd that I Should ever you of love debar , immediately you dye . But Jemmy when you hear I 'm gone , and that for you I dy'd , Your conquest then will soon be done when once your Charms are try'd : I 'le pray to Cupid , tho' he 's blind , that he will shute his dart , And make thee love one that 's unkind and so to break thy heart . I wish the times I saw thee first had been my Burial day , Then I had ne'r had cause to curst , nor any one to say : Ah! Jenny , thou that onst was thought the glory of the Plain , Was by a faithless Shepherd caught , and by his falshood slain . But farewell cruel perjur'd Swain , for evermore adieu ; Vnto the gods I will complain how faithless and untrue , How much like them that he was made , in every part divine ; Yet has his Shepherdess betray'd , and does his vows decline . Be witness gods I had no faul● except I lov'd too well , My heart ne'r thought of a revoult , and that my eyes can tell : Let all young maids by me be warn'd , and keep intire their Love , For fear when onst their hearts are charm'd they wander in this Grove . She had no sooner said this word but down the Damzel fell , And said , good-by my dearest Lord , in whom all beauties dwell : Then fetching of a dreadful groan , unto the winds she spoke , Bear these my last words to my Love ; and then her heart-strings broke .

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in west Smithfield .