The
Witty Chamber-Maid;
OR,
Dick the Weaver strangely Cheated.
A Weaver seemingly was tost,
Vext, tormented, strangely crost;
Because the maid was Coy and shye,
Till she at length her Wits did try;
He could no answer of her take,
Nor his importunate Suit forsake:
He quickly found the Effects thereof,
With many a flouting jeer and scoff.
To the Tune of, The Journey-m[a]n Shooe-maker; Or, Billy and M[o]lly.
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THere was a Lass in London Town,
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she was both fair and witty,
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And as she passed up and down,
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was counted wondrous pretty:
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Amongst the Lads that fell in love,
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a Weaver came to Wooe her,
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He would not suffer her to rest,
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but night and day came to her.
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She call'd him Fool, and silly Tool,
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and bad him gang away Sir;
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The foolish Ass Enamour'd was,
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and needs with her would stay Sir:
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He call'd her pretty, sweet, and fair,
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he call'd her joy and honey;
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To House and Land he was an Heir,
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and had both Goods and Money.
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My Father knew to Cart and Plow,
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my Mother for to Spin too;
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My Grannum she did tell me how
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a pretty Maid to win too:
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Tho' you be coy, i'le call you joy,
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tho' you be proud and haughty;
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Yet with my skill, I'le win your Will,
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for all you are so Lofty,
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The Maid began to be afraid,
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the Fool was come to vex her;
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Upon the same she was resolv'd,
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that he should never have her:
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She bargain'd with the scrubbing Wench
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for to supply her place Sir;
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Who took upon her all the Charge,
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the Weaver to Disgrace Sir.
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SHe that was shye, did now come nigh,
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and feign'd she did adore too;
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'Twas but a trick to cheat thee Dick,
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and make thee pay the Score too:
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for when you thought that you were brought
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unto the Virgins Bed a;
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Esteeming 'twas your dearest Love,
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but found the Scullion Maid a.
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Being thus beguil'd, the Damsel smil'd,
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to think how she had serv'd him;
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She kept his sense in such dispence,
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that she had almost starv'd him:
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At last a dirty nasty Whore,
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did creep unto his side Sir,
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The Weavers heart was almost sore,
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to think what did betide Sir.
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It is, quoth Dick, a scurvy trick,
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but I will learn more Wit O;
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I never will come near her more,
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nor pine away a whit O:
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Of a Chamber-Maid i'le be afraid,
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and careful of her trick too,
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And all the Neighbourhood shall know,
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and call me honest Dick too.
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Then Neighbours all, both great & small,
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that are of my Vocation,
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Let not your eyes, slight nor dispise
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a Country Habitation:
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The City Maid, I am afraid,
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is grown so light of late Sir,
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She will you Horn, contemn and scorn,
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and after break your Pate Sir.
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You Maidens fair, that cumbred are
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with tedious Suits and Wooing,
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That meet with Lovers troublesome,
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who fain would be a doing:
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Learn but of me, and ridded be
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of all that do you trouble,
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Look to your hitts, and try your Wits
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and then you may them bubble.
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You see how bravely Dick was mumpt,
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when he went to deceive me,
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I could not fancy him, I said.
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but Dick would not believe me:
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Yet he at last, did see and taste
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what 'twas to Lye and flatter,
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All that would gull us pretty Maids,
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get nothing by the matter-
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This may be Printed, R.P.
FINIS
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