The Passionate Damsel;
OR, THE
True Miss of a MAN.
In which she sets forth a true Sence of her Sorrow.
O come away, young Men I pray,
and grant me my Request;
Without your aid I am afraid
I never shall have rest.
To the Tune of, The Vertue of the Pudding. This may be Printed, R.P.
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I Am a young Maid of Beauty bright,
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that have a desire indeed to be Wed,
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That I might take part of such pleasant delight
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that e'ry young Woman enjoys in the Bed
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With a Husband.
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This does my heart with sorrow seize
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to see young Dolly nay, Bridget and Joan,
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How they have their Sweethearts to walk where they please
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while I in much sorrow make pitiful moan
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For a Husband.
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There's little pritty smirking John,
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he formerly told me I should be his Bride
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But he has forsook me, and taken young Nan,
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therefore in much sorrow my patience is try'd
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For a Husband.
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That he would do so, I ne'er did dream,
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when I us'd to feast him with Apples & Ale,
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And often with Cheese-Cakes, nay, Custards and Cream,
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And yet he hath left me to weep and bewail
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For a Husband.
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Take pity of me some Man I pray,
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for into despair I'm ready to fall,
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If you have no Money the Parson to pay,
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I'll pawn my best Petticoat, Smock and all
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For a Husband.
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Once Johnny he set me on his Knee,
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and many sweet Kisses of him then I had,
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And he with Embraces so cudled me,
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that e'er since that time I have been almost mad
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For a Husband.
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Alas! I cannot sleep in my Bed,
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but every night there I tumble and toss,
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And many strange Rumours doth run in my head
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I freely declare that I am at a loss
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For a Husband.
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Now any young Man I would embrace,
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that willing is then my distemper to cure,
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I hope there is some that will pity my Case,
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for no Body knows what I daily endure
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For a Husband.
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My Cheeks were once clear, white and red,
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like the very Role or the Lillies so fair;
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But now you may see it is paler then Lead,
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and I am almost at the point of Despair
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For a Husband.
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Since I have lost my true Love John,
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I wish I could have either Robin or Dick
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There's no one so much knows the miss of a Man,
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as I that in sorrow hath sigh'd my self sick
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For a Husband.
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Alas! I see still day by day,
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a many young Women that now are with Child,
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And I that am many years older than they
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must still live a Maid which makes me grow wild
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For a Husband.
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O that I might have my Delight
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on me for a Living he then should rely,
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I'd labour all day, and I'd please him at night,
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there's none in the World should be kinder than I
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To a Husband.
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