The Hasty Damosel.
OR,
Her worthy Praise of her Beloved William, a Seaman.
The Maid would fain a Husband gain,
to give her true content;
Her Mother she most willingly
at length did give consent.
Tune of, The Seamans departure, or, Doubting Virgin.
This may be printed, R.P.
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MOther, pray when shall I marry,
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and receive a womans due?
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Do you think that I will tarry
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while I am as old as you?
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Men and Maidens then will flout me,
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but I now have sweethearts store,
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Harry, Will and Tom's about me;
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nay, besides a dozen more.
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This did cause her Mothers laughter,
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then immediately she said,
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Sure you an't so hasty Daughter,
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who lives better than a Maid?
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This discourse, said she, don't please me,
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there is Robin, Ralph and Will,
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Kiss and court, and daily tease me,
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thus they do torment me still.
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Three or four each day comes to me,
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then they seldom do agree;
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They so eager are to wooe me,
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that I fear they'l fight for me:
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But if things were rightly carry'd,
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I should lead a happy life;
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That is, if I once were marry'd
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this would straitway end the strife.
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LIkewise for another Reason
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I indeed would fain be wed;
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In the cold in winter season
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I shall lye full warm in bed.
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Then bespoke her loving mother,
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which of these pray will you have?
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Will, said she, above all other,
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he's a man both neat and brave.
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Never was a finer Saylor;
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e'ery one will speak his praise;
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True, I might have had a Taylor,
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but I did not like his ways;
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He show'd me a deal of Cabbage
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which he pinch'd the week before;
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But I slav'd him, and out-brav'd him,
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so that he came there no more.
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After him, a Miller, Mother,
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came and did in love proceed,
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But as I had serv'd the tother,
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so I served him indeed:
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Neither Miller, no nor Taylor,
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ever shall my love obtain;
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But a noble-hearted Saylor,
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who hath plough'd the Ocean main.
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He hath sail'd to foreign Nations,
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in the Straits, to France and Spain;
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I of him give this Relation,
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when as he return'd again,
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Gold and Silver he had plenty,
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with Apparel neat and trim,
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Might I have the choice of twenty,
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I'd forsake them all for him.
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He is of a comely carriage,
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like him there is hardly one;
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If I ever joyn in marriage,
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it shall be with him alone:
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I will never be unruly,
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but in true Obedience stand;
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Pray now mother tell me truly,
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is he not a pretty man?
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Yes, I like him, therefore Daughter,
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may you both full happy be;
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Marry now, or else hereafter,
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it shall be all one to me.
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She no sooner had consented,
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that she should be made a Bride,
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But the Tears of joy was vented,
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with a thousand thanks beside.
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