THE MAIDS CALL TO THE BATCHELORS.
To an Excellent new Tune. Licens'd according to Order.
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I Heard an old Proverb by my Father and Mother,
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That going to one Wedding, begets another,
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Than rather than stay I'll go without bidding,
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To let the World see how I love a Wedding,
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Come gentle, come simple, come foolish, come witty,
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Oh, let me not dye a Maid, take me for pity.
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I have a Sister Cisly she's younger than I am,
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She had six or seven hearts and forc'd to deny 'em,
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Before she was nineteen, she'd a Son and a Daughter,
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And I three and twenty and ne'r had an offer,
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Come gentle, come simple, come foolish, come witty,
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Oh, let me not dye a Maid, take me for pity.
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I will be no scold, nor I will not be jealous,
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He shall have Mony to spend in an Ale-house;
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While he's abroad spending, I'll be at home saving,
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Oh tell me, if I am not worth a Man's having,
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Come gentle, etc.
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Oh, let me, etc.
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There's Roger and Nell is next week to be married,
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Yet I for a Husband have many years tarry'd;
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I'll go to the Wedding, sing dance and be merry,
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And trip it around with Tom, Roger, and Harry,
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Come gentle, etc.
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Oh, let me, etc.
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If any that day should ask me to be wedded,
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I'd venture almost without Church to be bedded,
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For Men are so fickle, one day they will have ye,
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And the next day they are ready to leave ye,
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Come gentle, etc.
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Oh, let me, etc.
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I think my poor case is the hardest of any,
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For there are some Lasses are courted by many,
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Last night I heard Betty, cry Sir, I defie ye,
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I wish'd the young Man wou'd leave her & come try me,
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Come gentle, etc.
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Oh, let me, etc.
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Oh, why of all Maidens should I be forsaken,
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Yet if I dye a Maid I am mistaken?
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'Tis hard if I meet not a young Man so civil,
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To take off the burden of a Maidenhead-evil,
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Come gentle, come simple, come foolish, come witty,
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Oh, let me not dye a Maid, take me for pity.
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The young Man's Answer to the Maidens
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Call to the Batchelors. To the same tune.
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SWeet heart I do find you no longer will tarry,
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But fain with a young Man wou'd hastily marry;
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I'm not of your mind for I will not be wedded,
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But if you'll consent you shall quickly be bedded,
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I'll hug thee, I'll kiss thee, and on the Bed tumble,
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And you shall not dye a Maid, therefore don't grumble.
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Another young Man to this Maiden reply'd,
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Sweetheart I confess you shall ne'r be deny'd:
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'Tis pity that you should a Virgin depart,
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Before you have tasted of Cupid's Love Dart,
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I'll hug thee, etc.
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And you, etc.
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Next day came another, and made a kind offer,
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His Hand and his Heart and something else did proffer,
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But Marriage, quoth he, I will never consent to,
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In any thing else, I would freely content you,
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I'll hug thee, I'll kiss thee and on the Bed tumble
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And you shall not dye a Maid therefore don't grumble.
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FINIS.
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