The Distressed Virgin,
You that [en]joy your hearts delight,
And sweet embraces every Night,
Pitty my case, whose pains are great,
and blame my two too Rigid fate.
Tune, I am a maid and a very good maid.
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WAs ever poor maid in such a distress,
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So full of despair and so pittiless,
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And languish I must let me do what I can,
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For my heart it is broke for want of a man.
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I'me twenty years old, & I think somewhat more
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And as for my beauty all might me adore,
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But now I do find Cupid is a Trappan,
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For my heart it is broke for want of a man.
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If I had no portion my beauty might do
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But though I have beauty and much money doo
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I [wo]n't get a husband do I what I can,
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For my heart it is broak for want of a man.
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Some Sweethhearts I had by whom I set sight,
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That call'd me their love and their chiefest delight
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now my colour is chang'd, it is grown pale & wan
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For my heart it is broke for want of a man.
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My foolish denyals did make them grow slack,
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And now silly Creature a sweetheart I lack,
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But let me seek out for help all that I can,
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My heart will be broke for want of a man.
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If it were the fashion for maidens to woe,
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The world should discover soon what I would do,
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And I should not need for to look pale and wan,
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Nor my heart should not break for want of a man
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But since 'tis not so, the pain I must endure,
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No able Physitian can find me a cure,
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Thus I spin out my life though it be abut a span,
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And my heart it will break for want of a man.
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When others less fair take their naturall rest,
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With cares and with fears I am nightly opprest,
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My senses are drowned and do what I can
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My heart it will break etc.
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The load of a maidenhead I will throw off,
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And will to the world no more be a scoff,
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For though Cupid's a cheat and a perfect trappan,
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Ile venture my honour to get me a man.
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I'le play fast and loose and no more will deny,
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Ile give my consent though they come but to try.
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For I find 'tis in vain let me do what I can,
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If once I say no, for to get me a man.
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The shifts I am put to the like ne'r was known,
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For I am forsook and distressed alone,
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None was so hard set since the world it began,
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For my heart it will break for the want of a man.
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Let father and mother both say what they please
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I'le use my own mind my torments to ease,
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And strive by all means let them do what they can
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To banish my pains by the help of a man.
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My Sister was marry'd at sixteen years old,
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And many at less, as I have been told,
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I twenty and upwards yet do what I can,
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My heart it will break etc.
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Come sweethearts or no I will get me a friend,
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That to these my troubles shall soon put an end,
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I'le ease my sad heart of these pains if I can,
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By some means or other ile get me a man.
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And what if by chance he should get me a child,
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I'le tell my dear father it came by a wild,
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And when it is done then help it none can,
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For my heart shall not break for the want of a man
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But rather than I shall so suffer disgrace
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My father and mother will pitty my case,
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For in plain I will say let them do what they can,
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I cannot survive without use of a man.
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You maids whose sweethearts do crown you with bliss,
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I'de think my self happy to gain but a kiss,
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I resolve to accept the next offer I can,
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Least my heart it should break for want of a man.
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