The Maidens Counsellor
OR,
A fair Warning before Marriage.
You Damosels fair, take special Care,
And not too hasty be
A Marriage Life brings Care and Strife,
When single Maids live free.
Tune of the Spinning-Wheel. This may be Printed, R.P.
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YOung Damosels all, both far and near,
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observe the Counsel which I give;
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And then Im sure you need not fear,
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but that you all may happy live;
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Let not young Men your hearts insnare,
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A single life is free from care.
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Full one and twenty years and more,
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I am of Age full well tis known,
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And tho I have got sweet hearts store
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yet I delight to lye alone;
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Resolv[]d I am to shun the snare;
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A Single Life is free from Care
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Some Damosels does great Portions bring,
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Of Gold and Silver many a Pound,
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To those that make the Taverns Ring,
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untill the same they quite confound;
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For their poor Wives they nothing spare;
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A single Life is free from Care.
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Have I not heard of those well bred,
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who never knew no want at all,
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Yet after being sometime Wed,
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they have been brought to deadly thrall;
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For want alas! full heard they fare;
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A single Life is free from Care.
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What pleasing stories some will tell,
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poor harmless Damosels to betray,
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Swearing they Love them passing well,
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but tis their Money more then they;
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But be advisd and shun the snare;
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A single life is free from Care.
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Beware of ery huffing blade,
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for they are subject to deceive,
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As being of the Lying-trade,
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and therefore do not them believe,
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Altho they Solemnly do swear;
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A single life is free from Care.
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For while you lead a single Life,
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your Suitor he will kindness show,
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But when you once are made his Wife,
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alas! youl find it nothing so;
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Instead of Love perhaps hel sware,
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A single life is free from Care.
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Bad Husbands they abroad will Roam,
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and take their pleasure where they please,
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While their poor Wives must stay at home,
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there is too many such as these;
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With this they patiently must bear,
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A single life is free from Care.
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For when they do return at Night,
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from their sweet Mirth and pleasant Joys,
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In which they place their chief Delight;
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I mean their Ranting Roaring Boys;
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The Wife with this, and more must bear,
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A single life is free from Care.
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Tho she Intreats him to refrain,
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while Tears does trickle from her Face,
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Yet alas tis all in vain,
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for he Resolves to run his Race,
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And will not in the least forbear,
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A single life is free from Care.
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I pray take heed now all thats here,
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before the Marriage Rites are past;
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It is not for a Month or Year,
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but full as Long as Life shall Last;
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Therefore be wise, and shun the snare;
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A single life is free from Care.
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Young Damsels now of each degree,
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be careful of your Marriage State,
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And take this kind advice of me,
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for fear Repentance comes too Late;
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Do not your selves too soon insnare;
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A single life is free from Care.
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