Kates Hue-and-Cry after
Her MAIDEN-HEAD:
With a Reward of Five Shilling to any young-man that can help her to it
again.
Tune of The Spinning-wheel . Licensed according to Order.
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G Ood People all I pray draw nigh,
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while I this Ditty do make plain;
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This is indeed a Hue-and-Cry
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after a Loss which I sustain,
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One Night as I was laid in Bed,
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there I did lose my Maiden-head.
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In London City did I dwell,
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and likewise at the Tavern too,
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There this unhappy Chance befell,
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which makes my very Heart to rue;
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All Comforts they are from me fled,
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for I have lost my Maiden-head.
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Believe me, for I speak the Truth.
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one of my honest Masters Men,
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A pretty dapper sweet-fac'd Youth,
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was us'd to kiss me, now and then;
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And at the length stole to my Bed,
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and there I lost my Maiden-head.
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He evermore did speak my Praise,
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and likewise kist me e'ery day;
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He had such pretty winning ways,
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no Lass alive could say him nay:
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But now those pleasant Joys are fled,
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and I have lost my Maiden-head.
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But ah! one night amongst the rest,
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this young-man to my Chamber came,
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And there himself he soon undrest,
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alas! I could not blush for shame;
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But streight he tumbled into Bed,
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and robb'd me of my Maiden-head.
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I softly said, why do you so?
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he streightways talk'd of pleasant Joys,
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I might have call'd for help I know;
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but loth I was to make a noise:
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And now all joys are from me flad,
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for I have lost my Maiden-head.
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To speak the truth, I seem to lye,
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my very heart did quake for fear,
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But yet he made more noise than I,
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at length my Mistress she did hear,
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Who 'rose, and streight approach'd my Bed,
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but first I'd lost my Maiden-head.
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Out at the Feet he streight did creep
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this Youth my Mistress did not see,
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And I lay close, as if asleep;
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but 'sakes she soon awaken'd me:
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Too late she did approach my Bed,
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for I had lost my Maiden-head.
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Upon the Floar his Breeches lay
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my Mistress said, How came these here?
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Alas! I knew not what to say,
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but trembl'd then, and quak'd for fear;
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My Cheeks then blush'd like Scarlet red,
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for I had lost my Maiden head.
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Next Morning when I did arise,
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my Mistress I was call'd before,
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While Tears was flowing from my Eyes,
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she took and turn'd me out of Door:
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Thus I by Folly was misled.
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in losing of my Maiden-head.
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Some Youth that hears me thus complain,
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if he this Comfort can afford,
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To bring my Maiden head again,
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five Shillings shall be his Reward:
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For time to come I'll wiser be,
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and keep my Maiden-head , said she.
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