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B03185 An excellent new song, call'd, The languishing swain: or, The hard-hearted shepherdess. To a pleasant new play-tune. Licensed according to order. 1685 (1685) Wing E3822; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[62] 736 1

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An Excellent New SONG Call'd The Languishing Swain Or The Hard-hearted SHEPHERDESS To a pleasant New Play-Tune Licensed according to Order HAppy 's the Man that 's free from love He 'll range the Woods and shady Grove He 'll neither mind the Great nor small But a good Condition's best of all My only Care was how to keep From cruel Woolves my Harmless Sheep Although from Woolves my Sheep I kept None could my heart from love protect There 's ne'r a one upon the Plain That loves like me poor harmless Swain But now I find unto my cost He that loves best shall suffer most No Swain there is that sure be So wretched in their love as me For Love I loose Lambs Life and all And yet can gain no love at all O cruel Gods what have I done That I must be despis'd alone There is no Swain that I can find Tormented thus by Woman-kind My love I made to her alone Yet did she never mind my moan I beg'd I sigh'd and often cry'd For pity but she still deny'd When I beheld her on the Green She seem'd to me like beauties Queen My heart was wounded then with love And I the pain cannot remove When I of love to her do speak She flouts this makes my heart to break One smile I beg she turns her head With frown● that strikes me almost dead Till now I ne'r lov'd any one Yet by my love I am undone For though she is all charming fair Her coyness causes deep despair Can others Nymphs as fair as she Show to their loves such Cruelty If so Why do I thus complain Since Modesty makes them Disdain Once more I 'll see her killing Eye Altho' ten thousand Deaths I dye Praying her Heart may soften'd be That she may pity take on me But if she has no tender Heart Nor will not ease my bleeding smart Then will I sing out to my cost He who loves best must suffer most Printed for J. Blare at the Sign of the Looking-Glass on London-Bridge