The Young Farmers Answer
TO HIS
SWEET-HEART NANNY.
WHO
Much complained of her undergoing the weary Burthen of a
Troublesome Maiden-head.
To the Tune of, The Scotch Hay-makers.
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WHats this my dearest Nanny, that fain would be a bride,
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And Frank is pitcht upon to lye by Nannys side:
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In truth my Love with thee, I do presently agree,
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That thou art known in years full grown, a bedfellow to be:
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Wherefore then should thy Mother deny,
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That thou art old enough with a Bedfellow to lye.
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Come Nanny, never fear, Ill rid thee of that care,
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For the burden of thy Maiden-head no longer thou shalt bear.
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Nere mind thy mothers prating against a married life,
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For she her self when single was mad to be a Wife,
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Because that she was barred, till Nineteen ere she Married,
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Yet ery day, I dare to say, she thought a year she tarried;
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Though now my Nanny she does advise
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To live a single life if she means for to be wise:
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Yet Nanny never fear, Ill rid thee of that eare,
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For the burden of thy Maiden-head no longer thou shalt bear.
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But now thy only Mother does give her free Consent,
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That you as length should Marry unto your hearts content:
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Then Nanny take the minute, while thy mothers Humours in it,
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Least like the wind she change her mind, and then she be agen it.
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Come then dear Nanny and go to bed,
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I burn like Cole of Fire for want of being wed:
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Therefore you need not fear, Ill rid thee of that care,
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For the burden of thy Maiden-head no longer thou shalt bear.
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NANNYS Reply.
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But Francis, what if troubles should fall upon our head,
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When we come to House-keeping after that we are wed:
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Let it be well or ill, Im resolvd to have my will;
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And to morrow my Frank Ill be thine,
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For we will go to church and be wedded all betime.
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So Maiden-head adieu, no more Ill think of you,
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But other pleasure out of measure, which I have to do.
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But my dearest Francis one question I must crave,
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The first night I am Married my Maiden-head to save;
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Tis a vow I lately tane, yet I value not the same;
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Ill leavet to you, what ere you do, for you are not to blame,
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Come then lets to the Parson away,
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For this I do design shall be our wedding day.
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So Maiden-head adieu, no more Ill think of you,
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But in the night much more delight there is I have to do.
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Frank.
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Then Nanny heres my hand, and to Church Ill straight with thee
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And William and brisk Johnny they shall your bride-men be,
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Theres Katherine and sweet Betty, who both are likewise pritey,
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Will dance & sing, at night will fling the Stocking for to hit ye,
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But why do I talk of such sport as this,
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When I shall wish them fareher that Nanny I may kiss,
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Oh then my dear delight, Ill hug thee all the night,
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And the burden of thy Maiden-head Girl soon shall take its flight
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With that brisk Nanny smiled, and turnd her head aside,
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For blushes, like to Roses, appeared in the bride:
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but the morning drawing on then to church went eery one,
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Since twas a fancy that dear Nancy should not lye alone:
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And when the Parson had done the trick,
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The bride-men were for Garters, and likewise for a lick;
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And wisht her joy good store, that she might never more
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Complain oth burden, heavy burden as she did before.
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When Dinner it was over, and wine it went about,
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With musick and with dancing there was a heavy rout:
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but when the day was spent to each Guestes hearts content,
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About ten at night, with much delight, to bed the Couple went,
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Where they were lost for to ease the Pain
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Of a burden, which young Nanny did oftentimes complain,
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but in the dead oth night, to Nannys hearts delight,
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This burden of a Maiden-head from Nanny took its flight.
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