The Trappan'd MAIDEN:
OR,
The Distressed Damsel.
This Girl was cunningly trappan'd,
Sent to Virginny from England;
Where she doth Hardship undergo,
There is no Cure, it must be so:
But if she lives to cross the Main,
She vows she'll ne'r go there again.
Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order.
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GIve ear unto a Maid,
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That lately was betray'd,
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And sent into Virginny O:
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In brief I shall declare,
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What I have suffered there,
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When that I was weary,
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weary, weary, weary, O.
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When that first I came
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To this Land of Fame,
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Which is called Virginny, O;
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The Axe and the Hoe
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Have wrought my Overthrow,
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When that, etc.
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Five Years served I,
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Under Master Guy,
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In the Land of Virginny, O:
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Which made me for to know,
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Sorrow, Grief and Woe;
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When that, etc.
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When my Dame says, Go,
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Then I must do so,
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In the Land of Virginny, O;
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When she sits at Meat,
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Then I have none to eat,
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When that, etc.
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The Cloaths that I brought in,
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They are worn very thin,
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In the Land of Virginny, O:
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Which makes me for to say,
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Alas, and Well-a-day,
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When that, etc.
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Instead of Beds of Ease,
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To lye down when I please,
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In the Land of Virginny, O,
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Upon a Bed of Straw,
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I lay down full of Woe,
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When that I was weary,
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weary, weary, weary, O.
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Then the Spider she
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Daily waits on me,
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In the Land of Virginny, O;
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Round about my Bed,
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She spins her tender web,
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When that I am weary,
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weary, weary, weary, O.
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So soon as it is day,
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To work I must away,
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In the Land of Virginny, O;
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Then my Dame she knocks
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With her Tinder-box,
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When that, etc.
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I have play'd my part,
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Both at Plow and at Cart,
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In the Land of Virginny, O:
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Billats from the Wood,
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Upon my back they load,
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When that, etc.
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Instead of drinking Beer,
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I drink the Water clear,
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In the Land of Virginny, O;
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Which makes me pale and wan
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Do all that e'r I can,
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When that, etc.
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If my Dame says, Go,
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I dare not say no,
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In the Land of Virginny, O:
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The Water from the Spring,
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Upon my head I bring,
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When that, etc.
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When the Mill doth stand,
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I'm ready at command,
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In the Land of Virginny,O:
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The Morter for to make,
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Which made my heart to ake,
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When that, etc.
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When the Child doth cry,
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I must sing, By a by;
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In the Land of Virginny, O:
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No rest that I can have,
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Whilst I am here a Slave,
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When that, etc.
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A thousand Woes beside,
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That I do here abide,
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In the Land of Virginny, O:
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In misery I spend
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My time that hath no end,
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When that, etc.
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Then let Maids beware,
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All by my ill-fare,
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In the Land of Virgnny, O;
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Be sure thou stay at home,
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For if you do here come,
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You all will be weary, etc.
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But if it be my chance,
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Homewards to advance,
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From the Land of Virginny, O;
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If that I once more,
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Land on English Shore,
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I'll no more be weary,
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weary, weary, weary, O.
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