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NO NATURAL MOTHER
2 My Parents me vp brought,
carefully, carefully, Little (God wot) they thought,
that I should euer Haue run so bad a race, To dye in such a place, God grant all Maidens grace,
to take example.
3 Dame Nature shew'd her art,
skilfully, skilfully, For I in euery part,
was made compleatly; But my vnbridled will Did put me forward still, From bad to further ill,
as late appeared.
4 When my minority
passed was, passed was, And some maturity,
I had attained, I put to seruice was, With honest meanes to passe, My time which is alasse,
too soone abridged.
5 My carriage was too wild,
woe is me, woe is me, And I was got with child,
take heed faire Maidens, The father on't was fled, And all my hopes were dead, This troubled sore my head,
woe worth that folly.
6 How I my fault might hide,
still I mus'd, still I mus'd, That I might not be spide, nor yet suspected,