THE
Crafty Maids Invention,
Or her Council
To all Young MAIDS
How to chuse good Husbanes, Or, A single life is best.
To the Tune of, Hey boys up go we. With Allowance.
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YOung Maidens all, to you I call,
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take counsel by this song,
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Or you may Chance to catch a fall,
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if young men do you wrong,
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Be carefull of your Maiden-heads,
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these words they are confest,
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How you bring young men to your bed[s],
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For a single life is best.
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They'l flatter you with tempting words
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as sweet as Sugar-Candy,
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Then you must to the Alehouse go
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to drink Ale, Beer and Brandy,
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With dainty fine short Sugar'd Cakes,
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young Men will Maidens feast,
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Only to get their will of them,
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But a single life is best.
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Young men they are so cunning now
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that Maids had need be wise,
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believe not them when they do vow,
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they'l fill your ears with lies,
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When the Spirit moves them to do evil,
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great love they will profess,
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they'l swear and lye beyond the Devil,
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But a single life's the best.
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For Cupid with his golden Dart
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has many a Maid betray'd,
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And has wounded them unto the heart,
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all is not true that's said,
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But its hard for any Maiden here
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to know what Man's the best,
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But I wish young Maidens have a care,
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For a single, etc.
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While a Maiden lives a single life
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it is a pleasant thing,
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She has no Coxcomb to obey,
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nor bawling brat to sing,
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Nor lullaby she needs to cry,
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but sleep and take her rest,
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But come day go day, God send Night,
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A single, etc.
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But if a Maiden will be wed,
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be careful how they chuse,
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And if he be an honest Man
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she needs not him refuse.
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But a down look Man, say what you can
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will be none of the best,
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He with his Wife will make great strife,
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Then a single, etc.
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But a Caret Head and Caret Beard,
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they'r bad for to be try'd,
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His Wife can ne're go out of doors
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but he will bawl and chide,
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He is so jealous of his Wife
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he'l swear she does transgress,
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That Woman's weary of her Life,
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A single, etc.
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A thin Fac'd Man's Conditions are
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as I will plainly show,
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They often strike their own dear Wife,
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no more but word and blow.
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A tallow Fac'd Man he's as bad,
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his Wife must take no rest,
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She's barely Cloath'd and hardly Fed,
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A single, etc.
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Give me the Black and bonny Brown,
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they are the Men for me,
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There's hardly one in all the Town
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with Women disagree,
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They are also kind and loving to
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their Wives I do protest;
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That Maid that catches one of those,
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Then a Married life is best.
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Now to conclude young Maidens all
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be not too quickly catch'd,
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But she that marries an honest man,
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she'l ne're repent her match,
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An honest man will love his Wife,
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a Knave makes her a Beast,
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Therefore young maidens have a care,
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For a single life is best.
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