THE
Country Damosels Lamentation
For her LOVE.
Or, The Young-mans Ingratitude ; together with the Old Mans Envy whom
she slighted. To the Tune of The Country Farmer.
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T Here was a young Damsel both bonny and brave,
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And she was full willing an Husband to have;
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She did her endeavour as much as she might,
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To gain whom she loved, her joy and Delight;
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For he was the Man whom her joys could restore,
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And therefore she gave him a Guinney and more,
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That he might go fetch out a License with speed,
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For she of a Husband did stand in great need.
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My Dearest, I now am unwilling to stay,
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Then why should we make any longer delay,
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True love is a Fire which burns in my breast,
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Without I never can take any rest;
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Then pitty a Maiden who is in dispair,
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A nd let me not languish in sorrow and care;
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This Guinney I give thee, my Dearest said she,
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That thou may'st be willing to Marry with me.
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The Bells they shall Ring, and the Pipers shall play
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A nd we'll in much merriment spend the whole day;
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A nd when the long Day we have brought to an end,
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The Night in embraces we freely will spend;
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Her Guinney he took, and away then he went,
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She little mistrusting his subtile intent;
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But thought he was gone to provide what he should,
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But he never did it, and thus she was fool'd.
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But when at the length she had found him unkind,
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She was in a passion, tormented in mind,
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She knew by his staying that all was not right,
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Next day she did ramble from morning till night
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To find out her love, whom her humours had crost,
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But yet at the length all her labour was lost,
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Said she, never Maiden did meet with such wrong,
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My Lover is fled, and my Guinney is gone.
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N Ow while she in sorrow lamenting did lye,
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There was an old Fellow that lived hard by,
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Who fain would be courting this beautiful Maid,
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Then cock'd up his Hat, Sir, and to her he said,
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If thou wilt be willing to Marry with me,
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Instead of one Guinney, my Love shall have three;
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In gallant apparel my Love shall appear,
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Thou shalt be my Darling, my Duck and my Dear.
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For though I am old, I am able, my Dear,
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To please my sweet Jenny , my Love do not fear;
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And therefore, my Jewel, if thou'lt be my Bride,
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Thou shalt have a many fine Presents beside;
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As fine as a Lady I will thee adorn,
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And make thee as happy as e're thou wert born;
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Although I am aged, yet do not me scorn,
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And make me, when marry'd, drink out of the Horn.
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Quoth Jenny , this promise I never will make,
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For fear, after Marriage, the same I should brake;
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If it be your fortune a Cuckold to be,
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Pray how can I hinder, or help it, said she?
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Who am a young lass both jolly and gay,
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A nd you an old Man that is feeble and gray;
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Therefore I may happen to wander astray,
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If you cannot please me, sure some-body may.
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The old Man he would not give way to this thing,
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Therefore from this Damsel away he did fling;
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She went to another that lived hard by,
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Come marry me quickly, this Maiden did cry;
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Be gone, said the Man, and keep not such a life,
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I never intend for to make thee my Wife;
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A nd therefore your heart you may set it at ease,
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The Money I owe you, I'll pay when I please.
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From one to another she posted about,
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To get her a Husband, but still goes without;
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With sorrow her heart it is ready to break,
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She knows not what course in the world she shall take
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The old Man he slights her as well as the rest,
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Therefore in much trouble and grief she's opprest;
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She often bewailing, and thus she does cry,
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Was ever poor Maiden so served as I.
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FINIS.
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