THE
LONDON Lasses Lamentation:
OR,
Her Fear she should never be MARRIED.
To the Tune of I marry and thank ye too.
Licensed according to Order.
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ALas I am in a Rage,
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and bitterly weep and cry,
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Because I'm nineteen years of age;
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yet cannot be married not I.
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No Gallant regards my moan,
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for Love I am like to dye,
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It grieves my Heart to lye alone,
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yet cannot be Marry'd not I.
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Mine Eyes do's like Fountains flow,
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as I on my Pillow lye,
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There's none knows what I undergo,
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yet cannot be married not I.
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There's Margery, Sue, and Kate,
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has Husbands with them to lye,
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Yet none regards my wretched State,
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yet cannot be married not I.
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Young-men I must tell ye true,
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I scorn to report a Lye,
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I am both fair and handsome too,
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yet cannot be married not I.
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My Father is gray and old,
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And surely e'er long will dye,
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and though he'll leave me all his Gold,
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I cannot, etc.
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Oh! this is my Grief and Care,
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the which I cannot pass by,
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To think I am my Father's Heir,
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yet cannot, etc.
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I am in Distraction hurl'd,
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and do for a Husband cry,
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It's more to me than all the World,
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yet cannot, etc.
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I am a poor Love-sick Girl,
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and ready with Grief to Dye,
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I proffer'd Jewels, Gold and Pearl,
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yet cannot, etc.
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In Silks I am still array'd,
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and e'ery New Fashion buy,
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Because I'm loth to dye a Maid,
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yet cannot, etc.
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As fine as the Queen of May,
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I flourish with gallantry,
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I wear my Top-knot e'ery day,
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yet cannot, etc.
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I paint, and I powder still,
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to tempt all that I come nigh;
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But yet let me do what I will,
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yet cannot, etc.
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There's never a Lass in Town,
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for Beauty, can me come nigh;
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But Fortune she has sent a Frown,
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I cannot be married not I.
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The Gold which I have in store,
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I value no more than Clay,
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I'd give all, had I ten times more,
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so I might be Married today.
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