The Repulsive MAID,
WHO
Once to a young-man but now cannot win,
To open the door and let him come in,
To a pleasant new tune: Or, Open the door and let me come in.
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Young-man.
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SWeet open the door and let me come in,
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For to be a Wooer I now begin,
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And say thy Lover I yet have been,
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Ile Love thee and no more.
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Maid.
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To open the door Love that could I do,
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And if it were, for an hour or two,
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But if that my father or mother should know,
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I should be beaten sore.
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Young-man.
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To be beaten for me Love that were a sin,
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Sweet open the door and let me come in,
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Thy Father or mother nor none of thy Kin,
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shall never beat thee more.
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Maid.
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To open the door Love I have been bold,
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And many false tales I have been told,
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But another man hath my heart in hold,
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I cannot Love the therefore.
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Young-man.
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Thou knowest before when the time hath bin,
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Thou hast opend the door and let me come in
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But now my love is not worth a pin,
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I prethee Love tell me wherefore.
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Maid.
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I am not disposed to tell the now,
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Go walk a Knave as thou knowst how,
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For I can no entrance to the alow,
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adiu for evermor.
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Young-man.
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To knock and to call I will never lin,
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Till thou open the door and let me come in,
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With coming I fell, and I broke my shin,
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which grieves me very sore.
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Maid.
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If thou hast broken thy shin my Love sorry am I
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Yet cannot I find in my heart for to cry,
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Ile give thee a Plaster for it by and by,
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shall pain the ten times more.
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The Second part, To the same tune.
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Young-men.
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I Prethee Love do not to jeer begin,
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But open the door and let me come in
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Ile be more kind then ever I have been,
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I prethee Love open the door.
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Maid.
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Two words to a bargaine my small friend,
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To open the door I do not intend,
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My Father and Mother I oft did offend,
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Ile never offend them more.
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Young-man.
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Of Father and Mother do not tell me,
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For I am come alone to visit thee,
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And if my face thou wilt not see,
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then shew me a reason wherefore.
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Maid.
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A reason just I can thee tell,
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To do it now doth not like me well,
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I hate thee as much as the Divell of Hell,
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then adieu for evermore.
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Young-man.
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How comes it to pass my love thou art curst,
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And wert so kind to me at first,
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Of all Men living my luck is the worst,
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to be hated and know not wherefore.
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Maid.
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Alasse Sir I have found out your tricks,
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You love do crave of five or six,
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Yet take who you will, it shall me never vex
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adieu for evermore.
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Young-man.
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What though I have choice of six or seven,
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Nay, what if I had nine, ten or eleven,
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Yet thou mayst make the dozen even,
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and do as thou hast done before.
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Maid.
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I am not the first that hath done amiss.
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Nor shall be the last that a Knave will kiss,
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I pray pick English out of this,
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you shall never kiss me more.
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Young-man.
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The Rose is red, and the leaves are green,
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And the daies are past which I have seen,
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Another man may be where I have been,
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for now I am thrust out of door.
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Maid.
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Walk Knave is a Parrats note,
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And if the Hang-man dont get your coat,
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Ile meet you at Holborn-hill in a Bote,
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if ever I love you more.
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