The Unfortunate Damsel.
Being an Excellent New SONG:
Shewing how a Maid Courted a Gardeners Apprentice; who after they had lived together on
parrol like Man and Wife, a whole Months time, he turned her off; she now being forced to
go to Service again: Whence every sober young Maid may learn Wisdome, Chastity, and
Sobriety.
To the Tune of, My Child must have a Father. Or, She got money by't.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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IN Debtford liv'd a Bonny Lass,
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both handsome brisk and airy,
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For Money she was well to pass,
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and she was mad to marry;
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A Prentice she did bravely court,
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with Wine, Beer, Ale, and Brandy,
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And now and then gave him a kiss
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as sweet as Sugar-Candy.
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The young man he did stand aloof,
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and bid her court another,
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Quoth he I am but young and thin,
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your Old, to be my Mother:
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If I should think upon a wife,
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my friends have freely told me,
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My Master and my Mistris both,
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they will both beat and scold me.
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Sweet-heart the wench she did reply,
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ne'r think upon Indentures,
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The bravest Captains go to Sea,
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and to the Rudder venture:
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You see I am a lusty Lass,
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both handsome, brisk and airy,
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Therefore we will embrace a while,
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and afterwards we'l marry,
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My fancy it is set on fire,
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as Love-sick as another,
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I love to taste of Married joys,
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as well as did my Mother:
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You are the Engine that must quench
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the flames of my affection,
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If you will be my Husband dear,
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i'le follow your derection.
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He was a Gardner by his trade,
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as good's within the Nation,
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He took her to his Garden green,
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a while for Recreation:
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They did a thing the which I Blush
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to give you a Relation,
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She ruin'd both her name and Fame,
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and stain'd her Reputation.
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He took her by the Nut-brown hand,
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and led her to his Mother,
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Where they did live at bed and board,
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like man and wife together:
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They could not marry at the Church,
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for both had never a farthing,
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And she was like to starve for want,
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and now repents her bargain.
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She call'd him Logarhead by name,
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and silly man like Monkey,
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But he in passion did reply,
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peace soon or else i'le thump ye:
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But when the brush was past and gon,
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they being tender-hearted,
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They sweetly hug'd and kiss'd a while,
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and afterwards they parted.
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She liveth now distress'd in mind,
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her sweet-heart did forsake her,
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And now she passeth for a Maid,
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to Service she did take her:
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You Debtford, Greenwich, London Maids
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be sober when you'r jolly,
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Remember still what Susan did,
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and be wise by her folly.
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