Hey ho, for a Husband.
Or, the willing Maids wants made known.
Full Fifteen years she hath remaind a Maid,
Which makes her grieve, that she so long hath staid,
To any trade she well can turn her hand,
As by her speeches you may understand
And to all sorts of humours can submit
Being active, brisk, and of a nimble wit.
Tune of, Ile warrant thee boy she's right, Or, a little o'th tone with 'tother.
with Allowance, Ro. L'Estrange.
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YOu maidens that are fair and young
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Come listen unto my song'
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Here in these Lines are plainly shown
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How I have suffer'd much wrong,
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Cause young-men they be
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not loving to me
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Which makes me beside my wit,
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For fifteen years of age am I
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And have never a Suitor yet.
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Tis nown I am a buksome Lass
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As any lives in the Shire,
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If any young man will me imbrace
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For to heighten his desire,
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I will love him still
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He shall have his [fi]ll
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Of joyes which for Lovers are fit,
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For fifteen years of age am I
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And have never a Suitor yet.
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What if I should a Barber wed
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That can his Razor handle,
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Whilst he doth Trim, i'le wait on him,
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With Bason and with Candle,
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both day and night
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with rare delight
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I can his humours fit
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For fifteen years of age am I
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And have never a Suitor yet.
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If that a Weaver I should have
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A Loom I can provide him
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And if his Shuttle it be good
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Ile often stay beside him,
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if that he can
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work like a man
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To him I will submit,
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For fifteen years of age am I etc.
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If I should be a Taylors wife
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I can him plainly show
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How that he shall go thorough stitch
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And make no more adoe,
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to sew and patch
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none can me match
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I have so ripe a wit,
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Full fifteen etc.
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If I should be a Millers Bride
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That wants a water-mill,
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Ile work enough for him provide
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That he may grinde his fill,
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I still will strive
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always to thrive,
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And good store of Custome get
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For fifteen, etc.
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If I should have a Shoemaker
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For him I can spin thread
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And be his loving partaker
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At board, and eke at bed
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if that he call
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for Last or Awl
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His humor I will hit
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For fifteen years, etc.
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If that I be a Plow-man's wife
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Good Land I have at will
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If that he be a husband good
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And can it bravely till,
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ile help him sow
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and eke to mow
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A great increase to get
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For fifteen years of age am I
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Suppose a Black-smith I should have
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That Lusty is and strong
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Upon his Anvil he may beat
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And hammer it along,
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after his heat
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ile him intreat
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To a refreshing bit
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For fifteen years, etc.
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If that a Baker I should have
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My Husband for to be
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Ile undertake to learn his Trade
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And work as well as he,
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his Oven brave
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ile ready have
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That he his Batch may set
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For fifteen years, etc.
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If I should have an Innkeeper
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We'l have a handsome signe,
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That may draw Custome to the house
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To sell our Beer and wine,
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hard shift ilea mke
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but money ile take
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Though forth my Roomes I let
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For fifteen years, etc.
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And thus you see I willing am
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To yield to any Trade,
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Then why are young-men so unkind
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To let me live a maid,
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there is but few
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will be so true
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Your humors for to fit,
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Though I am fifteen years of age
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And have never a Suitor yet.
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