The Buxome Lass of Bread-street ;
OR,
Lamentation for the Loss of her Maiden-head:
Which was stoln from her by Twelve several Tradesmen. Toge-
gether with her Resolution, after all, to marry her old Love.
To the Tune of the City Rant. Licensed according to Order.
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I have been a Twelve-month at London
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now neither made Widow nor Wife,
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Yet I cannot say, I am undone,
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for I have been done to the Life.
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A Fortnight after last Easter ,
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I then lost my Virginity;
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I Value it not of a Teaster,
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for it was a Torment to me.
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I spent all the Summer in pleasure,
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I being both wanton and wild,
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And kiss'd the Young men out of measure,
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at length they have got me with Child.
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I cannot tell who is the Father,
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no, if ye would give me a Crown;
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For as we did cuddle together,
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with many I'd laugh and lye down.
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I think, I have more than a dozen
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young Batchellors, Tradesmen I mean;
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Besides my old Friend Robin 's Cousin,
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who gave me the Top-knot of Green.
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The first I enjoyed was a Baker,
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who had a most delicate Brow;
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The second was Tom the Shoo-maker;
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I could not deny them, I Vow.
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The third was stout Anthony Grissell ,
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who was a brisk Carpenter bold,
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He came with his Mallet and Chisel,
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and would by no means be controul'd
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The fourth was a Jovial Shop-keeper,
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who did many Favours afford;
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The fifth was a black Chimney-sweeper;
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the sixth was a Taylor, Good Lord!
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A Seaman came next to my Harbour.
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and there he cast Anchor a while;
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Next day came young Johnny the Barber,
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and begg'd for a kiss and a smile.
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The ninth was a Double Refiner,
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who followeth most Excellent Rules
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The Tenth was young William the Joyner
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a Spark which can handle his Tools.
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The Eleventh he was a stout Serjeant,
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who marches with the Warlike Train;
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The Twelfth was a skilfull Chyrurgion,
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and he touch'd me in the right Vein.
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I sometimes would seem to defie 'em,
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then straightway my Person they praise
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Now what flesh and bloud could deny 'em
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when they had such sweet winning ways.
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I being concern'd with so many
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my Sorrow and Grief is severe
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As fearing I shall not find any
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that will a kind Father appear.
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I'll go to them all with submission,
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and tell them of this my Disgrace
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So when they have heard my Condition
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perhaps they may pity my Case.
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But if that these Gallants won't pity
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a Damsel in Grief and Distress
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I have an old Love in the City
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to whom I will make my Address.
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Who gave me a Cornet and Tower
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and fain would have made me his Bride
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Yet I would both fret frown and lower,
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and all his kind proffers defy'd
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Yet now I will marry him rather
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than languish in Grief and Despair,
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I know that he will be a Father,
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in less than five Months, I declare.
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