The unsatisfied LOVERS
Lamentation.
This hapless lass in discontent
Laments and makes her moan,
& is with sorrow almost spent,
Because she lies alone.
Tune of, Hey boys up go we.
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THis twenty years and more that I
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have livd a single life,
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Wanting a youngmans company,
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and cant be made a Wife.
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Oh! could I find some brisk young Lad
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one bout with me to try,
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Twould ease my heart that now is sad,
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and hey boys down Ile lye.
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Unfortunate indeed am I,
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unmarried to remain,
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Ten thousand sighs at least have I
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spent, sent, but all in vain,
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And whosoever asketh me,
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tis sure Ile ner deny,
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Who am in necessity,
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and hey boys down Ile lye.
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Had I ten thousand pounds in Gold,
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Id give it for a touch,
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Or Jewels, more than ere were sold,
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Id think them not too much.
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But freely I would give them all
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to ease my Mallady,
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Come Jack or Will and take your fill,
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for hey boys down Ile lye.
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And sport as long as you think good,
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then lie you down and rest,
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If this by me were understood,
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I then should sure be blest.
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Then come away for pitty sake,
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one bout with me to try,
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With my soft hand ile make it stand,
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then hey boys down ile lye.
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With kisses and embraces sweet
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your Courage Ile refresh,
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To make my happiness compleat,
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by tasting of the flesh.
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Come, come with speed and do the deed
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or else for love I dye,
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I sigh and mourn and sadly groan,
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that hey boys down would lye.
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Was ever any loving Girls,
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like me left in distress,
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The thing which some do count a Pearl
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theres nothing I love less.
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My Maiden-head I do not esteem,
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would it were gone say I,
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I shall be vext and much perplext,
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till hey boys down I lye.
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Theres not a Lass I do believe
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in Country or in City,
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That wanting man did so much grieve,
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and yet did find less pitty,
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My very sheets each night I knaw,
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and like one mad am I,
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Yet shall not rest but be opprest,
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till hey boys down I lye.
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Twere better I had been unborn,
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then such a life to live,
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That youngmen all both great and small
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deny relief to give.
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By Nature I am not so foule
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or shapeless to the Eye,
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Then give some ease to this disease,
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and hey boys down ile lye.
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Such wanton thoughts possess my mind
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by night and eke by day,
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That sometimes I am half inclind
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to make my self away.
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Then I these thoughts do check again,
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in time I hope say I,
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May find a friend that may extend
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his love, then down lie I.
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As yet I hapless do remain,
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and quite bereavd of hope,
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Were I in either France or Spain,
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ide ask leave of the Pope.
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That I might Trade with some young blade
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he could not me deny,
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Then should I be from Torment free,
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and hey boys down ide lye.
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