T:AN ANSWER TO I Marry and thank ye too: OR, THE Lass of Lyn 's sorrowfull Lamentation for the Loss of her Maiden-head.
To the same Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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I Am the young Lass of Lyn ,
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who often said Thank you too;
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My Belly's now almost to my Chin,
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I cannot tell what to do .
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II.
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My being so free and kind,
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do's make my Heart to rue,
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The sad effects of this I find
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and cannot tell what to do .
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III.
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My Petticoats which I wore,
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and likewise my Aprons too,
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Alas! they are all too short before,
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I cannot tell what to do .
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IV.
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Was ever young Maid so crost,
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as I who thank'd him too;
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For why? my Maiden-head is lost,
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I cannot tell what to do .
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V.
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In sorrowfull sort I cry'd,
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and may now for ever rue,
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The Pain lyes in my back and side,
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I cannot tell what to do .
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VI.
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Alas! I was kind and mild,
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but now the same I rue,
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Having no Father for my Child,
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I cannot tell what to do.
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VII.
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I took but a Touch in jest,
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believe me this is true,
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Yet I have prov'd, I do protest,
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and cannot tell what to do.
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VIII.
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He crav'd my Virginity,
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and gave me his own in lieu;
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In this I find I was too free,
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and cannot tell what to do .
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IX.
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Each Damsel will me degrade,
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and so will the young Men too,
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I'm neither Widow, Wife, nor Maid,
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I cannot tell what to do.
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X.
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A Cradle I must provide,
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a Chair, and a Possnet too;
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Nay, likewise Twenty things beside,
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I cannot tell what to do .
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XI.
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When I was a Maiden fair,
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such Sorrows I never knew,
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But now my Heart is full of care,
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I cannot tell what to do .
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XII.
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Oh what will become of me!
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my Belly's as Big as two;
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'Tis with a Two-legg'd Tympany,
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I cannot tell what to do.
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XIII.
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You Lasses that hear my Moan,
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if you will your Joys renew,
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Be sure, while Married, lye alone,
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or else you at length may rue.
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XVII.
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I came of as good a Race,
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as most is in Lyn 's fair Town,
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And cost a great deal bringing up,
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but a little thing laid me down .
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