THE
Scornful Damsels Overthrow,
And The
Young Maidens Frollick;
Shewing how a Beautiful Damsel, in the City of London, was Courted by several young
Men, whom she scornfully deny'd, disdaining their proffered Loves And how at last a young beautiful Maiden, in Mans Apparel did Woe her, and Wed her, and after the
Wedding Dinner discovered her self: Which when the other Damsel beheld, she went out into the Fields, full of grief, and kill'd her self.
Tune of, O Billy, Billy.
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A Youthful Damsel did in London dwell,
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most Beautiful, and Fair, was she,
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Whom many a brisk Young Man loved well,
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each striving her true Lover for to be.
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But she did cry, I'll not comply,
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No, no, not I, to your Request:
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Therefore begone, a Lover I'll have none,
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A Maiden-life I still account the best.
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And she, with great Disdain, them all deny'd,
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thinking her self too good for all,
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Still puffing up her self in her own pride,
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(which in the end had a most Fatal fall)
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Glory'ng that she, from love be'ng free,
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Could Mistres be o'er e'ery heart,
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That to her came, refusing, with disdain,
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Their love, causing 'em in great grief to part
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Which when a prity maid did understand,
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this pleasant Frollick she begun,
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Her self attired like a Gentleman,
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she went to Court her as the rest had done,
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She seem'd a sweet young Youth compleat,
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So fine and neat, be'ng comely drest,
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Did so insnare the scornful Damsel fair,
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That her hard heart with love it was possest.
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Then this supposed youthful Gentleman,
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Did closely wooe this Damsel gay,
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Till at the last she could not him withstand,
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and full resolv'd no longer to say nay,
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For Cupids Dart, with cruel smart,
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Did wound her heart with gentle love,
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Which she, in truth, so fixt upon this youth,
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That none but death should ever it remove.
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Which to her Lover she did thus impart,
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saying, Kind sir, now you have won
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My love, and stole away my gentle heart,
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if you prove false I'm ruin'd and undone.
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Then lovingly, he did reply,
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Contentedly now rest, said he,
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For I declare, and solemnly do swear,
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Your honour spoiled nere shall be for me.
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The set day for their marriage being come,
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in splendor great they wedded were,
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A gallant train did wait upon them home,
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some of her former lovers being there,
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the Damsel she was blith and free,
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not thinking she a Maid had wed,
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Now dinner done, the bride maids also gone,
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for to prepare and deck the bridal bed.
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But now comes the Brides sorrow, grief and woe
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the Damsel that this prank had play'd,
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Before the Company from thence did go,
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her self discover'd for to be a Maid,
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When this was shown she soon was known
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For to be one that liv'd hard by,
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Which when beheld, the brides heart was so fill'd
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With sorrow that she swounded instantly.
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Now when the truth of all she understood,
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she was so troubled in her mind,
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that she resolv'd to spill her dearest blood,
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for in this life no comfort could [she find,]
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Fill'd with Despair, and [void of care,]
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She did prepare this world to part,
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With this intent, into [the field she went,]
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And with a Dagger [pierc'd her gentle heart.]
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