The Young-Mans hard shift for a Maiden-Head.
With the wenches Lamentation for the losse of the same,
Complaining of William who was much too blame,
Who promisd her Marriage but hath quite undone her,
Since that he hath robbed her now of her honour.
The tune is, Bar up the doore,
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My pretty Turtle-Dove, my Love and hearts delight,
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in whom my joy a[n]d my comfort doth rest.
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Take pi[t]ty on me now this cold tempestuous night,
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both wet and weary and sorely distrest,
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I traveld five m[i]les to see your sweet face,
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O let me in quickly it raineth a pace,
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Methinks this should move you to pitty my case,
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Come away pretty Betty and open the door.
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Do not dresse you to prolong my misery,
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you shall be welcome to me in your Smock,
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More welcome then you were in all your bravery
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look not for the kee for it is in the lock.
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Come slip on your slippers and trip down the stairs
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And make no great noyse love tmay lengthen our fears
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Then make hast unto me and shorten my cares,
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Come away etc.
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O do not say tis cold when thou slipst out of bed,
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if thou beest cold I will warm thee again,
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With thought of a Baby thy fancy shell be fed,
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Ile shew thee such sport dear thou shalt not complain
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When thou art below love and I am above,
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Ile shew thee such sport as thy mother did love,
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I think I have spoken enough for to move,
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Come away etc.
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If Cupid stand my friend and hit thee in the dark,
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I shall have hope to enjoy thee at last.
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For I have heard it said that he can hit the mark,
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as well in the night as the day that is past.
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If I be happy then Besse must be mine,
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And I in conclusion of force must be thine
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Why should not our hearts then together combine,
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Come away, etc.
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Theres many proper Maids lives in this place beside,
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but you are the thief th[a]t hath stolen my heart,
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Give me my heart again or yield to be my bride,
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or else from thy lodging Ile never depart.
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My heart thou hast sto[l]e[n] I look for relief.
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But if youl change with me Ile pardon the thief,
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Come do it then quickly and ease all my grief,
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Come away, etc.
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Tis thou that may kill me or lengthen my life,
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tis you may give me blisse or else my bane,
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Tis you sweet Betty may help me unto a wife,
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tis you that may spoyle me and cu[r]e me again,
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If you be disposed to ruine me quite,
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Resolve and conclude [t]hen to do it tonight,
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You may at this present now kill me out right.
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Come away etc,
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When pretty Betty heard all that was spoken,
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she opened the doore and she let him come in,
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And she cannot say but he left her a token,
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to hug her and kisse her he now doth begin,
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He so much prevailed that with her he lay,
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And went away from her before break of day.
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But she followed after and thus she did say,
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Come away pretty William and open the door.
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SWeet William ope the door continue love to me,
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shut not the door against me in disdain.
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My heart is like to break I am with child by thee.
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to none but to you now dare I complain,
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Quoth William I have enough Betty of you,
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But I hope quoth Betty you will not say so,
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For I have no power from you for to go,
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Come away pretty William, etc.
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I opt the door for you when you were cold and wet,
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a frozen Serpent I warmd in my bed,
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Can you sweet William these kindnesses forget,
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I took pitty on you when you were half dead.
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But William made answer I prethee away,
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Quoth Betty I cannot for here I must stay.
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Tis you have undone me which makes me to say
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Come away, etc.
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If a man warm his feet in a fair Maidens bed,
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Must he be followed and punisht beside,
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Yes if he climb so high to get her Maidenhead,
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promise and then will not make her his bride,
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Why did you not tell me then when I was at it
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The pleasant sport that we had made me forget it
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You do but dissomble for why well I wot it,
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Come away, etc.
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You say I stole your heart you have it now again,
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would you could as well give me my Maiden head
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No sooner I lost it but I receivd my bane,
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when I entertained you into my bed.
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I cannot be blamed my mind for to break,
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For you should give loosers leave fo[r] to speak,
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But for my rash folly my heart it doth ake,
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Come away, etc.
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Quoth William learn more wit I am to prove you,
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men they may proffer but maids must say nay,
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What ever I did say I nere did love thee.
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let this be your answer and so go your way.
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But I hope quoth Betty you will yeeld anon,
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No never quoth William I pray you be gone,
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I cannot go further since I am undone,
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Come away, etc.
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But she could not prevail he barred up the door,
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she might have done so ere she did begin
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All you young Maidens take warning by her therefore,
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keep fast your wicket and let none come in,
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If youngmen do enter O they will go nigh
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To scale the low walls of your Virginity.
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Then you will be forced with Betty to cry
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Come away pretty William and open the door.
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