My love hath vowed hee will forsake me
And I am already sped.
For other promise he did make me
When he had my maidenhead.
If such danger be in playing
And sport must to earnest turn
I will go no more a-maying.

Had I foreseen what is ensued
And what now with pain I prove
Unhappy then I had eschewed
This unkind event of love.
Maids foreknow their own undoing
But fear naught till all is done
When a man alone is wooing.

Dissembling wretch to gain thy pleasure!
What didst thou not vow and swear?
So didst thou rob me of the treasure
Which so long I held so dear.
Now thou provst to me a stranger
Such is the vile guise of men
When a woman is in danger.

That heart is nearest to misfortune
That will trust a feigned tongue.
When flattring men our loves importune
They intend us deepest wrong.
If this shame of loves betraying
But this once I cleanly shun
I will go no more amaying.