THE
Wanton Maid of Lambeth
AND
The Couragious Waterman.
B eing a pleasant new Song, showing how much young maids desire to be married and the dan-
ger of keeping their maiden-heads too long. A s also the way how a Waterman's apprentice
Courted his Masters Daughter, and is now like to be his Son-in Law. whence every young-M an
and maid may learn how to behave themselves towards their sweet-hearts.
To the Tune of, Tom the Taylor.
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I Am a Maid both Brisk and Bold,
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both Hansome, Fair, and dainty;
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And now I find that I grow Old,
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I'm upward unto Twenty:
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Yet never a Man, do what I can,
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or Sweet-heart doth come to me;
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But Night and Day, I sigh and pray,
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for one to come and Wooe me:
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My Mother she hath promised,
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as soon as I do Marry,
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Two Pillows and a Feather Bed,
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to sleep till I be weary:
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A pair of Grates: two Pewter-Plates,
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two Dishes, and a Ladle;
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A Dripping-Pan, a Wooden Can,
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a Joynt-stool, and a Cradle.
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I've twenty Shillings, and a Ring,
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ten Acres of good ground Sir;
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I likewise have a better thing,
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that's well worth thirty pound Sir:
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I'm all compleat, and Sugar-sweet,
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and soft to admiration:
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To sport and play, till it be Day,
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in pleasant Recreytion.
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M Y Gown it is of darkish blew,
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my Petticoat's of Scarlet;
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I wear the Colour that is true,
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and hate the name of Harlet;
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My Maiden-head is turn'd to Lead,
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and like a Mill-stone heavy,
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Yet none at Night, with Candle-light,
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doth strive to come and ease me.
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Th'Apprentice of a Waterman,
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that was both brisk and ayry,
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He did intend me to trappan,
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and swore he would me marry;
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But he before had made a Whore
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of his own Masters Daughter,
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And Neighbours all, both great & small
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could not refrain from laughter
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Of Victory he was assur'd,
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e're he the fight did venter,
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He row'd his Wherry streight aboard
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and under Deck did enter:
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At twelve a Clock, he did unlock,
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the Cabbin of her pleasure,
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And with a jobb he did her rob,
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of all her hidden Treasure.
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The young man he was always wild,
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yet he was well beloved;
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The maid she was but seeming mild,
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as by her belly's proved
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It mounts up high, and she doth cry,
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that e're she was enticed
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At game to play that thing away,
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which she so dearly prised.
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His Master doth commend his wit,
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his Dame she is inraged,
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And calls her daughter simple slut.
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so soon to be ingaged:
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But both intend the 'miss to mend,
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by covering her miscarriage,
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And joyn their hands in wedlock bands
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by solemnizing marriage.
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The maid hath whereupon to boast,
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in finding such a Lover,
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Who though her maiden-head be lost,
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her Credit doth recover:
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O that I could, I gladly would,
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even follow this new custome,
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There's nothing such as take a touch
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and try before you trust 'um.
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