London drollery, or, The wits academy being a select collection of the newest songs, lampoons, and airs alamode : with several other most ingenious peices [sic] of railery, never before published / by W.H.

The Disconsolate Girl for the loss of her Love, lately Prest to Sea.

The Tune, Bory Versaile.

1.

AS I was sitting on the Grass Within a silent shady Grove, I over-heard a Countrey-Lass, Was there bewailing of her Love. My Love, says she, Is ta'en from me, And to the Wars is prest and gone; He's march'd away, And gone to Sea, Alack, alack and welladay, And left me here alone.

2.

My Love he was the kindest man, There's none that's like him in the Town, He'd gently take me by the hand, And give me many a brave green Gown. With kisses sweet He wou'd me greet, And often sing a roundelay; And sometimes smile,

Then chat a while, That so we might the time beguile, A live-long Summers day.

3.

My Love on May-day still would be The earliest up of all the rest, With Scarffs and Ribbons then would he Of all the Crew be finest drest; With Morris-Bells, And fine things else: But when the Piper 'gan to play, He danc'd so well, I heard 'em tell, That he did all the rest excel, And bore the Bell away.

4.

The Man that took my Love away, Was too too harsh, and too severe, I gently on my Knees did pray That he my Love wou'd then forbear. I offer'd too A breeding Ewe, And eke a Lamb that was my own: Do what I cou'd, It did no good, But left me in this pensive mood To sigh and make my moan.

5.

I now will pray the Wars may cease, That I agen may see my Love;

And that the Bullets may him miss, I will intreat the Powers above; Which if they grant, I then will chant Abroad their Praises every day; And with my charms Secure from harms My dearest Love within mine Arms, And leave off Welladay.