THE
Young Damsels Lamentation:
OR, THEIR
Dreadful Outcry against the late Punching,
WHICH
Has crack'd above four hundred and fifty West-country Maiden-heads.
To the Tune of, The Scotch Hay-makers .
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H Ere's a Lamentation that's spread abroad of late,
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Young Girls do sigh and wimper to see their wretched state;
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Let me tell you now in brief, tho' the Punching-trade in chief,
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Was much admir'd, and desir'd now poor Girls with grief,
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Through Town and City they make sad moan,
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Young Susan, Nancy, Kate, Ginney, likewise Doll and Joan :
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Poor Girls they'r almost wild, to see themselves defil'd,
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This Punching, Punching, O this Punching, has their glory spoil'd.
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Was it not a pleasure to e'ry handsome Maid,
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When first they heard the tydings, of this new Punching-trade &
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Of a truth it was we know, they with chearful Hearts did go,
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Without delaying, beging, praying, for to Punch them so,
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As other Damsels had been before;
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Nay, some would need's be Punch'd, full a dozen times or more:
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But now they'r almost wild, to see themselves defi'd,
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This Punching, Punching, O this Punching, has their [glory] spoil'd .
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Doll , went to the Miller when first she heard the news,
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Declaring with a smile, he must not the least refuse
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For to Punch her out of hand. He reply'd, I will not stand,
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For such a kindness, without shyness, straight he took in hand
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His Punch, and pleesed her passing well;
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But now, alas! she finds that her Womb begins to swell,
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Which makes her most wild, she can't be reconcil'd,
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This Punching, Punching, O this Punching, has her glory spoil'd.
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We are told at Reading , Young Men were so unkind,
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That pritty youthful Lasses could not a Puncher find,
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Without ready Mony down, some a guinney some a crown,
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Young mistress Nancy , for her fancy, fairly pawn'd her gown,
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Then to a Plow-man a way she went,
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Who pleas'd her with his Punch, but too late she does repent:
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For she is almost wild, and can't be reconcil'd,
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This Punching, Punching O this Punching , has her glory spoil'd.
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Then a Taylor's Daughter, young Genny , call'd by name,
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Full freighted with desire, to Roger strait she came,
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I am Punchable she cry'd, therefore will not be deny'd;
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He being willing, for a shilling, readily comply'd,
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She gave it freely with all her heart,
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Because he should not fail for to play a Lovers part:
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But now she's almost wild, finding herself defil'd,
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This punching, Punching, etc.
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Many pretty Lasses might have a slender flaw,
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Before this Punching time, which they valu'd not a straw;
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But with Punching them anew, they are crack'd quite through and through
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That none will take them, but forsake them, ah! what will they do?
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Burmigem Money will pass as well,
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As one of these poor Girls, it is a dismal tale to tell:
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Now, now they'r almost wilde, finding themselves defil'd,
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This Punching, Punching, etc.
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In the Town of Plymouth , it seems there's seven-score,
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At Exeter and Weymouth , there's twice as many more;
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Nay, they have been double done, since this Punching-trade begun,
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The Girls did crave it, and wou'd have it, Man nor Mothers Son,
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Could be at rest if a Punch he had
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They came from Town, to Town, just as if they had been mad:
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But now they'r worst than wild, finding themselves with Child,
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This Punching, Punching, O this Punching, has their glory spoil'd.
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