The deceived virgin, or, The treacherous young lovers cruelty being a new song sung at Windsor / by E.G. E. G. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B21072 of text R228930 in the English Short Title CatalogTextual 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 B21072 Wing D514 11285040 ocm 11285040 205022 2240872494

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 Early English books online text creation partnership. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B21072) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 205022) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1459:11) The deceived virgin, or, The treacherous young lovers cruelty being a new song sung at Windsor / by E.G. E. G. 1 broadside. Printed for Absalon Chamberlain, London : 1684. "To the tune of Celia my foe." First line reads: "Come hither all you who to love never knew." Reproduction of the original in the Chetham's Library. eng Ballads, English. eebo The deceived virgin, or, The treacherous young lovers cruelty : being a new song sung at Windsor / by E.G. n/a 1684 1 487 1 0 0 0 0 0 20.53 C The rate of 20.53 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2013-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2013-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2013-11 Sampled and proofread 2013-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2014-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Deceived Virgin , OR THE Treacherous Young LOVERS Cruelty . Being a New Song Sung at Windsor : By E. G. Fair Maids Beware , for Men has Oily Tongues , And Smoothly Court you to your greatest Wrongs , With Curses , Oaths , large Promises to Boot , They 'l Importune you to Admit the Suit , But you are Fools I 'le Swear by Gad if e're you do 't . A good Sword , or Stick , if you 'l but take the Pain , Will Force that Right which you but Court in Vain . To the Tune of Celia my Foe . Entred according to Order . COme Hither all you , Who to Love never knew ; Here 's a Ditty , Both Witty And Wonderous true , Such a one that will make Your sad Hearts for to Ake When I tell ye What befell me For my true Loves Sake . I was a Fair Maid , And some Beauty I had Which the Young Men Came Thronging To see , and were glad But amongst all the Rest , There was one I Lov'd Best , Who with pain Did Obtaine A Large Room in my Breast . With more Care and more Pain Then in Seiges was Tain , To my Chamber , Through Danger He constantly came Where he wasted the Night In desiring he might , But at first I was Curst And rejected him quite . With a Thousand more Oaths , He heaved up the Cloaths With such strength That at length He in Vain did oppose ; But my affections within Was as Urgent as him , And with Arder Did Further His Fatal designe . When he had gain'd my Warm Fort , Which so long he did Court , He had Leasure With Pleasure To Pause on the Sport , By the Oath of a Kiss , He Renewed his sweet Bliss , And Swore As Before , I shoul● ever be his . But Alas ! How in Vain , Does Poor Maidens Complain , When the Men Has once Tain What they wish for again When their Fair Virgins Flower Is gone out of their Power , They may Snatch , But can't Catch At one happy short Hour . With that we both went To compleat our content To the Church , Where with much Satisfaction we spent All the time , whilst in Bands , The Black-Man Joyn'd our hands Whilst Returning Both Burning He squenched our Flames . Thus Maids may behold , What it is to be bold , When in Courting And Sporting Your Sweet-Hearts grow Cold , A good Sword in your Hand , Will your Affections Command , Whilst with Sighing And Crying Unpittied you Stand. FINIS .

LONDON , Printed for Absalon Chamberlain , 1684.