THE
LONDON Lasses Lamentation:
OR,
Her Fear she should never be MARRIED.
To the Tune of I marry and thank ye too. Licensed according to Order.
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ALas! I am in a Rage,
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and bitterly weep and cry,
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Because Im nineteen years of age,
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yet cannot be married not I.
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No Gallant regards my moan,
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for Love I am like to dye,
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It grieves my Heart to lye alone,
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yet cannot be married not I.
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Mine, Eyes dos like Fountains flow,
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as I on my Pillow lye,
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Theres none knows what I undergo,
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yet cannot be married not I.
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Theres Margery, Sue, and Kate,
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has Husbands with them to lye,
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Yet none regards my wretched state,
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yet cannot be married not I.
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Young-men I must tell ye true,
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I scorn to report a Lye,
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I am both fair and handsome too,
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yet cannot be married not I.
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My Father is gray and old,
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and surely eer long will dye,
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And though hell leave me all his Gold,
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I cannot, etc.
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Oh! this my Grief and Care,
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the which I cannot pass by,
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To think I am my Fathers Heir,
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yet cannot, etc.
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I am in Distraction hurld,
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and do for a Husband cry,
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Its more to me than all the World,
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yet cannot, etc.
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I am a poor Love-sick Girl,
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and ready with Grief to Dye,
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I profferd Jewels, Gold and Pearl,
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yet cannot, etc.
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I Silks I am still arrayd,
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and eery new Fashion buy,
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Because I am loath to dye a Maid,
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yet cannot, etc.
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As fine as the Queen of May,
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I flourish with gallantry,
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I wear my Top-knot eery day,
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yet cannot, etc.
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A paint, and I powder still,
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to tempt all that I come nigh;
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But yet let me do what I will,
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yet cannot, etc.
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Theres never a Lass in Town,
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for Beauty can me come nigh:
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But Fortune she has sent a Frown,
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I cannot be married not I.
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The Gold which I have in store,
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I value no more than Clay,
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Id give all, had I ten times more,
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so I might be married to day.
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