THE
Handsome Maid of Milkstreet:
BEING
The Substance of her sorrowfull Lamentation for fear she should never
be Married.
To the Tune of an Orange. Licensed according to Order.
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I Am a young Maid that now am afraid,
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I never shall have a young Batchelor's Aid,
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To cure the Disease which lately did seize,
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It is a sad itching which nothing will please
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But a Husband.
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I dare to engage I am at full age,
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And would it not put a young Lass in a rage
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To be overthrown, and make this sad moan,
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And all the long Night to lye sighing alone,
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For a Husband .
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There's my Father's man Dick , for him I am sick,
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I would he would come to me now in the Nick;
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He is a stout Lad, that wou'd make my Heart glad,
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Now I for my own part am almost stark mad,
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For a Husband.
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I have a sweet Face, and I walk with a Grace,
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Nay, likewise drest up in fine Ribbons and Lace;
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My Shoulders laid bare, show my Skin white and fair;
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By this you may know that I am dainty Ware
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For a Husband .
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Behold my Silk Gown well lac'd up and down,
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As Rich as most Ladies in City or Town;
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Yet nevertheless, though I wear this fine Dress,
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I can't get a Mate, but am still in Distress
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For a Husband.
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I once had a Love, to whom like the Dove,
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I ever most Loyal and Constant did prove;
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He did me forsake, and another Lass take,
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And now my poor Heart it is ready to break
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For a Husband.
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There's Susan and Kate , each Lass has her Mate,
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And I that am handsome must grieve at this rate,
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And forced to stay, that am older than they,
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I fear that at last I shall wander astray
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For a Husband.
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My Virginity is a burthen to me,
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Yet no hope of Comfort at all do I see,
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Each Night it doth keep my poor Eye-lids from sleep,
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And instead of sweet Slumbers, I sigh, sob, and weep
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For a Husband.
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I'm proper and tall, and handsome withall,
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And therefore young Batchelors come at my call,
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Some kindness to show, or my Heart will sink low,
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I fear at the last, I distracted shall go
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For a Husband.
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I have Gold, I declare, with other choice Ware,
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And therefore young Gallants come now if you dare,
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For I have Fourscore broad pieces in store,
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And I'd give it all, were it Twenty-times more
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For a Husband .
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