THE YOUNG MAN'S WOOING
OR, A brief Description of the Properties of Widows and Lasses.
To a Pleasant new Tune.
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I Once espy'd an handsome Wench,
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as I went through the Meadow;
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I call'd her Maid; but she deny'd:
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No, Sir, I am a Widow.
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I marvel much of that, said I,
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suppose ye think I need not:
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What Beauty in our Lasses lies,
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when there's so much in a Widow.
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Amaz'd, I stood, and wisht to be
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with her in secret Chamber,
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For to discourse two Hours or three,
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and cure myself of Languor.
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Widow, said I, remember this,
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since he hath hence removed;
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Ye need not moan, nor ly alone,
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for others may be loved;
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Grass when its mown, will grow again,
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Example by the Meadow:
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Revive again, though ye be low,
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for ye're a gallant Widow.
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Tho' Young-men fancy Lasses much
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yet to dispair they need not;
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Ye may abide the second Match,
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for ye're a gallant Widow.
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Dear Sir, I will remember still
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your kindly Invitation;
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I thank you, Sir, for your good will
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and offering Consolation;
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I'le no more moan, nor ly alone;
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because you say, I need not.
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I'le strive anone to fancy one,
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and I shall be his Widow.
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When my Husband liv'd, I did not busk;
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for Wives ye know they need not:
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Sith he is gone, I'm now alone,
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remain a gallant Widow.
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Tho' Widow hood be low esteem'd,
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compar'd to broken Glasses;
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Yet Widows may prove as good Match,
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as many of our Lasses.
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Come hither then to me, Young-man,
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and I's learn you a Lesson,
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If to me you will constant be,
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and not come for the Fashion:
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Come hither then to me, Young-man,
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and I's learn you a Lesson;
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And I's teach you how you should do,
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to know your Occupation.
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Our Lasses they want Houshold stuff,
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and they are unprovided;
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But Widows they have Gold and Gear,
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and want a Man to guide it.
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Maids of this World take little Care;
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because they think they need not:
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They cannot labour late and air,
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as doth the gallant Widow.
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The Widow stands in her Bour Door,
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come hither Young-man, come hither
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For Widows have both Gold and Gear,
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and Lasses have but Silver.
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You Lasses have me not at Feed;
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for I am sure you need not:
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For when that your first Husband's dead
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you likewise prove a Widow.
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When Winter with his stormy Blasts
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withdraws Mens Hearts from Pleasure,
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Then I'le tell you an handsome Jest,
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if I had but the Leasure:
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Widows and Lasses prattle much,
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and for this cause they use it.
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But let them prattle what they will,
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our Lasses best deserve it.
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Widows want their Virginity,
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I count them but Natural Asses;
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That yet for all their Conjunct-see,
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cannot compare to Lasses.
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Widows are subtile Creatures sure,
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and have deceived many;
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They know what Bait can best allure,
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but Lasses they are bonny.
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Our Lasses keeps their Vertue rare,
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what need you then to smother?
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Widows are chang'd like broken ware
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from one Hand to another.
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Widows are simple Creatures sure,
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and ay for Char'ty pleading:
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Our Lasses they're like Venus Dames,
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whom Cupid keeps afeeding.
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We'll drink no more Canary Sack,
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we'll break no more Bear Glasses;
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But Burges Wives than we will quite,
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and court the bonny Lasses.
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My Gartens were of good green Hay,
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when I came through the Meadow;
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But they are of the Gold so gay,
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since I match'd with a Widow.
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