The Maids Complaint for want of a dill doul.
This Girle long time hath in a sickness been,
Which many maids do call the sickness green.
I wish she may some comfort find, poor soul,
And have her belly filled with a Dill doul.
To a new tune, called, The Dill doul, or Women and Wine.
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YOungmen give ear to me a while,
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if you to merriment are inclin'd,
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And I'le tell you a story shall make you to smile,
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of late done by a woman-kind:
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As she went musing all alone
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I heard her to sigh to sob and make moan
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For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul,
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(quoth she) I'm undone if I han't a dil doul.
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For I am a Maid, and a very good Maid,
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and sixteen years of age am I,
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And fain would I part with my Maiden-head,
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if any good fellow would with me lie:
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But none to me ever yet proffer'd such love,
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as to lie by my side and give me a shove
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With his dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul,
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Oh happy were I if I had a dill doul.
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At night when I do go to bed
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thinking for to take my rest,
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Strange fancies comes into my head,
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I pray for that which I love best:
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For it is a comfort, and pleasure doth bring
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to women that have such a pretty fine thing,
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Call'd a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul,
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then happy were etc,
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Last week as I walked in the Strand,
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I met with my Sister, a handsom Lass,
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I kindly took her by the hand,
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this question of her I did ask,
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Whethe[r] she kept still a Maiden alone?
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or whether her Maiden-head was fled & gone
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For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul?
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Oh happy etc.
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KInd Sister, quoth she, to tell you the truth,
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it has been gone this twelve months day,
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I freely gave it a handsome youth
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that us[?]d with me to sport and play:
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To grieve for the loss of it I never shall,
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for if I had ten thousand I would give them all
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For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul doul
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O all my delight is in a dill doul.
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She making this answer, I bid her adieu,
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and told her I could no longer stay,
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I let go her hand, and I strait left the Strand,
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and to Covent Garden I hasted away:
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Where lively young gallants do use to resort,
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to pick up young Lasses, & shew 'um good sport
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With a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul,
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yet none was so kind etc.
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O would I'd a sweetheart as some maids have,
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that little knows how to pleasure a man,
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I'd keep him frollicksome, gallant and brave,
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and make as much on him as anyone can:
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Before that any good thing he should lack,
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I'd sell all my clothes & smock from my back
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For his dill doul, dill doul, dill doul doul,
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then happy were etc.
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Thus youngmen have I declared in brief
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the causes of my grief and woe,
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And if any of you will yield me reliefe,
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speak chearfully to me, say ay or no:
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I live at the sign of the Cup and the Can,
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and I will be loving to any youngman
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For his dil doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul,
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and all my delight etc.
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Besides youngmen, I have store of money,
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good red Gold and Silver bright,
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And he shall be master of every penny
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that lies with me and yields me delight:
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For why, 'tother night I heard my dame Nancy
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declare how her Master did tickle her fancy
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With his dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul,
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then what e're it cost me etc.
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Then come to me my bonny Lad
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while I am in my prime I say,
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And take a good bargain while it is to be had,
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and do not linger your time away:
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Tis money you see makes many men rich,
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then come along rub on the place that doth itch
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For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul doul,
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take all my money give me a dill doul.
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