The Repulsive Maid.
Who once to a young-man, but now cannot win,
To open the door, and let him come in.
To a pleasant New Tune: Or, sweet open the Door, etc.
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[Swe]et open the door and let me come in,
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[?] to be a Wooer I now begin.
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[?]y thy Lover I have been,
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[?] love thee and no more.
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[?] [Op]en the door that I could do,
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[?] it were for an hour or two,
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[?] that my father or mother should know,
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[? sho]uld be beaten sore
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[?] beaten for me my love that were a sin,
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[?]e open the door and let me come in,
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[?] [fa]ther, nor mother, nor none of thy kin,
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[?] never beat thee more.
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[?] [op]en the door love I have been bold,
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[?] any false tales I have been told,
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[?] [an]other man hath my heart in hold,
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[?] [ca]nnot love thee therefore
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Thou know'st before when the time hath been,
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Thou hast open'd the door and let me come in,
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But now my love is not worth a pin,
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I prithee tell me wherefore.
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I am not disposed to tell the now,
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Go walk Knave as thou know'st how?
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For I can no entrance to thee allow,
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adieu for evermore.
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To knock and to call I will never lin,
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Till you open the door and let me come in,
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With coming I fell and have broken my shin,
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which grieves me very sore.
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If thou hast broken thy shin my love sorry am I,
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Yet cannot I find in my heart for to cry,
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I'le give thee a plaster for it by and by,
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shall pain thee ten times more.
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I Prethee love do not to jear begin,
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But open the door and let me come in,
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I'le be more kind then ever I have been,
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I prithee love open the door,
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Two words to a bargain my small friend,
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To open the door I do not intend,
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My Father and Mother I oft did offend,
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i'le never offend them more,
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Of father and Mother do not tell me,
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For I am come alone to visit thee,
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And if my face thou wilt not see,
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then shew me a reason wherfore.
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A reason just I can you tell,
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To do it now doth not like me well,
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I hate thee as bad as the Devil in hell,
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then adieu for ever more.
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How comes it to pass my love thou art so curst
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And wert so kind to me at the first,
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Of all men living my luck is the worst,
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to be hated and know not wherefore.
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Alas Sir, I have found out your tricks,
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You love did crave of five or six,
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Yet take who you will, it shall never me vex.
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adieu for evermore.
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What though I have made choice of 6 or 7,
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Nay, what if I had nine ten or eleven,
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Yet thou may'st make the dozen even,
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and do as thou hast done before.
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I am not the first that hath done amiss,
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Nor shall be the last that a knave will kiss,
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I pray the pick English out of this,
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you shall never kiss me more.
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The Rose is red, and the leaves are green,
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And the days are past which I have seen,
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Another man may be where I have been,
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though now I am thrust out of door.
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Walk Knave is a Parrots note,
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And if the Hang-man don't get your Coat,
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I'le meet you at Holbourn-hill in a Boat,
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if ever I love you more.
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