The Hartford-shire Mens
Fears of the Maidens Furies.
It being an Answer to the Nine Maidens Attempt in Gelding the
Young-man.
Tune of, She got money by't. This may be printed, R.P.
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I Wonder that this Age is grown
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to such a vast confusion;
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That maids won't let young-men alone,
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but by a strange Intrusion
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They take much pleasure to gain their treasure
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their very fingers itches,
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So that mens care is now to wear
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a Padlock on their Breeches.
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The tydings soon began to spread
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through e'ery Town and Village,
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How young-maids was by fury led,
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so that they vow'd to pillage
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The young-mens Treasure, & use their pleasure,
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they rob them of their Riches,
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So that they swear they now will wear
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a Padlock on their Breeches.
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You know nine maidens did beset
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a man, to make him rue it,
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And Joan the fatal Knife did whet,
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and vow'd that she would do it.
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This makes men tremble, & some run nimble,
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in hopes to save their Riches;
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And some they swear, they now will wear
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a Padlock on their Breeches.
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When Robin to the Market goes,
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he is afraid to meet them,
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As knowing them most cruel Foes,
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that would most vilely treat him:
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Yet now to free 'um, if he should see 'um,
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and likewise save his Riches,
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He now takes care alwaies to wear
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a Padlock on his Breeches.
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There's Roger, Will, and Richard too,
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nay, likewise honest Harry,
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With many more, as I am true,
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all fears they may miscarry.
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If maids shou'd find um, they'd surely bind um
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and rob them of their Riches;
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Therefore their care is still to wear
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a Padlock on their Breeches.
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Nay, Daniel dare not go to Plough,
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for fear these maids should spy him;
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'Cause Joan and Bess did swear and vow
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if they could but come nigh him,
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They would not spare him; now this does scare him
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and all his wits bewitches;
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So that, I swear, he's forc'd to wear
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a Padlock on his Breeches.
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As Ralph does from the Market ride,
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a thousand fears possess him;
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The like was never known; beside
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he pray'd that Jove would bless him,
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And keep him ever from their endeavour,
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who fain would have his Riches;
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Besides he will have alwaies still
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a Padlock on his breeches.
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Alas! the young-men far and near,
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since these nine Damosels trading,
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Amazed are, and quake for fear
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if they but see a maiden:
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They fear their Ruin is just ensuing,
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in losing of their Riches,
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For all they wear with prudent care
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a Padlock on their breeches.
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