The second part oth Barkshire Damsel,
Or, Vertue Rewarded.
Being the Happy Wedding between the Gallant Esquire and
the Barkshire Damsel. To the same Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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THE Gallant Esquire nam'd before,
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After one Month had passed o're,
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Did of his Wound begin to mend,
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Then for his Virgin he did send.
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She dreaded much yet did appear,
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Says he sweet Virgin do not fear
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The Wound you gave me late is well,
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But now a greater Wound I feel.
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And you can Cure it e're you part,
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Altho' it hath pierc'd through my heart,
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It's but consenting for to be
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Wedded fair Maid this day to me.
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The Maiden blushing thus did say,
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Oh do not scoff me now I pray,
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Good Sir, let not my Poverty,
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Be pastime for this Company.
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No Virgin I do know you're true,
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And Chastity I know's your due,
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Then give Consent fair Maid that I,
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May be thy Bridegroom presently.
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My Coach is ready at the Gate,
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And I the happy Minute wait,
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And wholly am at your Command,
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Then grant your heart and tender hand.
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The rosie Virgin then did give
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Her heart and hand while she should live,
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And said she faithful should be seen
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As any Dutchess or a Queen.
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The Esquire then this Maid did kiss,
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And swore he had his only bliss,
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And bid each Servant hast away
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To bring the Tradesfolks that same day.
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When they did come, the Virgin then
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Was drest as fine as any Queen,
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And then this loving Couple went
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For to be Wed to their content.
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The Country round with Joy did sing,
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The Bells too for a week did ring.
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She Joyntur'd in Estate most clear,
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In Lands Five Hundred Pounds a Year.
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And open House they daily keep,
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That all that comes may drink and eat,
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Thus mirth does daily there abound,
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Nothing but Joy is to be found.
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Thus Maidens all you see the hap
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That falls into a Virgins lap,
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Without you wed ne'er once comply,
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To yield your chast Virginity.
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