The loving Chamber-Maid,
Or, Vindication of a departed Maidenhead.
Being the Art to lye with a Man and yet be a Virgin. To a New Tune
Maidens---- but Ah what is a maid I pray
An infant Female that scarce views the day,
For e're the things we Virgins call aspire
To 13 years, they feel a strange desire:
Longing for what themselves can scarcely tell,
Which strange desire of make their bellies swell,
And then what 'tis they know too fatal well.
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SHut the door after me,
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pull off the Boule,
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I'le blow in the Candle
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the best of you all,
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And all the World
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shall ne'r me perswade,
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But that I'm a maid,
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Ay a very good maid.
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I ne'r lay with any
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unless it were one,
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And yet I dare venture
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to look at the Sun,
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And all the world etc.
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I had but one small one,
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what am I the worse
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I ne'r gave it Suck
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but I put it to Nurse,
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And all the world etc.
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Perhaps 'twas my Master
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that got it, what then?
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My Mistriss ne'r knew on't
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nor none of our men,
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And all the world
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shall ne'r me perswade,
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But that I'm a maid
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Ay a very good maid.
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For I can pass currant
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and sell it again,
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To some Fopp o' th City
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who ne'r yet was in,
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And all the world
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Although my Maidenhead
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sporting took flight,
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With heaving and thrusting
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I bid it good night,
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Yet all the world
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And if I be clap'd too
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then what of all that,
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Some Country Clown
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will be baiting his Cat.
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And all the world
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Tis a known Maxime
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from Ages long track'd,
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A Chamber-Maids simple
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unless she be crack'd.
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Then all the world
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For she is not fitting
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good counsel to keep,
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When Light-heels her Mistress
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with Gallants does sleep,
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Then all the world
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Tho I shou'd my Mothers
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black Legacy pawn,
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To some doating Broker
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for rigging of Lawn.
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Yet all the world
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For tho the old doatard
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should flutter a while
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He could not the fashion
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of Margery spoyl.
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Then all the world
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Nay tho I shou'd deal
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with a blade of the Town
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A Squire to Venus
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should tumble me down.
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And tho he long struggl'd
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yet none should perswade
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But that I'm etc.
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For she's a mean Strumpet
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that knows not the tricks,
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To try with one Maiden-heats
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dozens of ------
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Then all the World
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shall ne'r me perswade,
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But that etc.
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The famous Matronas
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of Whetstone will tell
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That they can a Maiden-head
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sixty times sell,
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Then all the world
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When Cook-maids by Prentices
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oft are beguil'd
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And pack'd in the Countrey
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when pregnant with child.
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And after delivery
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none them perswades
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But that they are maidens,
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pass currant for maids.
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Once having a smatch
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to trading they fall,
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Set up with a Maiden-head
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common to all.
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And keep open Warehouse,
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then none shall perswade, etc.
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Ther's none above fifteen
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but if they'r put to 't,
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Although they deny you
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will willingly do 't.
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Therefore no Gallant
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shall e're me perswade,
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but that as maids go
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I'm a very good maid.
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