West-Country Lawyer
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The Witty Maids Good Fortune;
Who wisely maintaind her Virginity against the Golden
Assaults of the Lawyer, who at length Married her to her hearts Content.
To the Tune of the Balsied Knight,
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A Youthful Lawyer fine and gay
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was Riding unto the City,
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Who met a Damsel on the way,
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right beautiful, fair and witty.
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Good morrow then the Lawyer cryd
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I prethee where art thou going,
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Quoth she, to yonder Meadows side,
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my father is there a Mowing.
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Straight from his Horse he did alight
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and as he was going to her,
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The Maid immediately took flight,
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for fear he would undo her,
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But he run like a Nimble Deer,
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until he did overtake her;
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And then he[]d whisper[]d in her Ear,
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a Lady he surely make her,
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If he might but enjoy the Bliss,
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a mintuit or two of Pleasure;
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Then as a Pledge Ill give thee this,
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a handful of Golden Treasure.
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Said she, I value not your Gold.
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and therefore I pray be civil,
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My Maidens-head shall neer be Sold
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for Moneys the root of all evil.
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I[]d sooner be a Ploughs-mans Bride,
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and sit at my Wheel a Spinning:
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Than be a Lawyers Jlt she cryd,
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to live by the Trade of Sinning.
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Tush, said the Lawyer be not coy,
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lets fall to our Loves Embraces
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A Silken Gown thou shalt enjoy,
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with Bracelets, Rings and Laces,
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your Silken Gown I do disdain,
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although I have mean Relation,
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I am resolved to maintain
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my Innocent Reputation
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If thou wilt but to London go
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I[]ll honour the like a Lady,
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But still the damsel answerd no
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I am happy enough already.
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you talk of Glory State and Fame,
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and how I shall be attended;
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But Sir I am not for your Game,
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so let the Discourse be ended.
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Pray save your Breath and Money too,
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I like not your way of Wooing
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There is too many suc[h a]s you
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that brings the young Maids to Ruin.
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Ill keep my pure Virginity,
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till Marraige is my Pleasure:
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For Sir said she it is more to me
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Then Millions of Gold and Treasure
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He found her so discreet and wise,
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in every ready Answer,
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That he her Charms did highly prize.
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and vowd he would soon advance her,
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Unto her Parents he did go,
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where he did their Love require:
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Then was she cloathd from top to Toe,
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in costly Rich Attire.
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Next day the Gordian Knot was tyd,
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and many was at the Marriage:
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Then she appeard an Angel bright,
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for Beauty and comely Carriage.
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you Lasses all I pray you mind,
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to whom I have told this Story,
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Be careful that you anot too kind,
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for fear you should blast your Glory,
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Had she been soon to Folly lead,
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and for a small Spell Consented,
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She might have lost her Maidens-head,
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and when it was gon Lamented.
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But now she is a Lawyers Wife,
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her Husband dos dearly Love her,
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So that she leads a happy Life,
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ther[]s few in the Town above her.
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