The Seven
London Lasses Lamentations
For the Loss of SIMON:
OR , A brief Account of a Bloody Battel fought upon New-years-Day, for the sake of Simon their Love:
wherein they tore their Coiffs, Dressings, Hoods, and Top-Nots, Gowns and [P ]etticoats, striving who shall have
him, Simon himself having a taste of their Fury, at length escaped out of their hands, resolved to come near
them no more. To the Tune of, There is one black and sullen hour.
This may be Printed, R. [P ].
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SImon the Salter , fine and trim,
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of lusty Limbs, and likewise fair,
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Seven young Maids that strove for him,
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whose Names in brief I will declare;
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Susan and Sarah they did love him well,
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Next Joan and Kate , with Isabel,
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Next Joan and Kate , with Isabel ;
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And Nancy , likewise bouncing Nell ;
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And Nancy , likewise bouncing Nell .
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These Maidens then on New-Years Day,
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invited Simon to a Feast,
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They being Youthful, Fine and Gay,
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Simon himself was not the least:
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But loe how they to him for Kisses call,
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Till they did Simons Stomach stall;
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Till they did , etc.
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Alas! what Man cou'd please them all?
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Alas! what man, etc.
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Sweet Charming humours they did form,
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so active was each loving Soul,
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And round about him they did swarm,
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like many Birds about an Owl:
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Some stroaking of his Curling Locks did stand,
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While Susan set in Print his Band;
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While Susan , etc.
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And Kate she kiss'd and grasp'd his Hand;
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And Kate , etc.
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Simon alas! with them was Teaz'd,
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at rest they would not let him be,
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For they was never better pleas'd,
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than when he hugg'd them on his Knee:
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With pleasing Sonnets they his Easrs did fill,
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And thus they us'd their chiefest skill,
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And thus , etc.
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In hopes to gain his kind good-will;
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In hopes , etc.
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Fair Isabels most pleasing Charms,
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did win his heart from all the rest,
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But when they see her in his Arms,
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loe how they were with grief opprest:
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Ah, what have I done for him, then says Joan ,
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Full ten times more then any one;
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Full ten times , etc.
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And yet he won't regard my moan;
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And yet , etc.
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Isabel he gave a kind Embrace,
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and in the presence of their view,
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These Maids was in a woful case,
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because he did not hug them too:
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Young Kate and Joan they being in a rage,
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That nothing could their wrath asswage;
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That nothing , etc.
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Till they with Is'bel did ingage;
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Till they, etc.
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Joan was resolv'd she would not fail,
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but took fair Is'bel by the Crown,
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Thus they tell to it Tooth and Nail,
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and by the Head-gear pull'd her down:
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Now Joan and Kate they being strong and stout,
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The Coiffs and Dressings flew about;
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The Coiffs, etc.
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And thus began the Revel Rout;
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And thus , etc.
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Nancy and Nell for Simons sake,
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began to pitty Is'bels moan,
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I, and resolves her part to take,
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and straightways falls on Kate and Joan :
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And thus we see went on the loud Uproar,
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The Hoods and Top-Nots which they wore,
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The Hoods , etc.
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With Gowns, were all in pieces tore;
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With Gowns, etc.
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Their Laces they did then consume,
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besides their flesh they did not spare,
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Their Fillets all bestrow'd the Room,
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at length they seiz'd on Simon there:
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Some got him by the Heels, some by the Head,
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And vow'd they'd have him live or dead;
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And vow'd , etc.
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This fill'd poor Simons heart with dread;
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This fill'd, etc.
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These Maidens thus did seize on him,
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each Lass was loath to loose her share,
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They almost tore him Limb from Limb,
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but a the length he did get clear:
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His very Legs and other Limbs they tore,
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So that poor Simon is so sore,
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So that , etc.
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He vows he'l ne'r come near them more;
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He vows he'l ne'r come near them more.
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FINIS.
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