The COUNTRY
Lawyers Maid JOAN,
Containing her Languishing Lamentation for want of a Man, which
at length she met with, being her Masters Man Mark.
Tune of Turn Coat of the Times.
Licensed according to Order.
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YOu Batchelors all attend,
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And stand a poor Maidens Friend,
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My Sorrows to you I send,
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In order to let you know
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My passionate grief and woe,
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And what I do undergo:
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In languishing sort I lye,
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Here ready to sigh and dye,
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The Grief I sustain, for want of a Man,
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There's nobody knows but I.
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There's my young Sister Kate,
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She's Marry'd I hear of late
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Unto a young Sparkish Mate;
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But I poor honest Joan,
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Must languish and lye alone,
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Not any regards my moan:
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In sorrowful sort I cry,
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Here ready with grief to dye,
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What pain I endure for want of a Man,
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There's nobody knows but I.
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I Think I have Beauty bright,
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Young Batchelors to delight,
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I wonder that they should flight
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Such amorous Charms as mine,
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And suffer me to repine,
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My Life I shall soon resign:
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For languishing here I lye,
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O ready this Day to dye,
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The Grief I sustain, for want of a Man,
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There's nobody knows but I.
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I commonly do repair
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To every Wake and Fair,
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Drest up in my Powder'd Hair,
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My Beauty still to adorn,
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And yet I am held in scorn,
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Ah! would I had ne'r been born;
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For languishing here I lye,
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And ready this Day to dye,
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The Grief I sustain, for want of a Man,
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There's nobody knows but I.
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Young Robin the Millers Son,
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When he had my Favour won,
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He did to another run;
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Thus hurry'd me to Despair,
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As knowing the grief and care
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Was greater than I could bear,
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For languishing did I lye,
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I'll tell ye dear Friends, for why?
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The Grief I sustain, for want of a Man,
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There's nobody knows but I.
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Were Husbands to be sold,
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And I had as much bright Gold,
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As ever my Lap could hold;
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Nay, if I had ten times more,
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I'd freely part with that store,
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I tell you, dear friends, before
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I languishing thus would lye,
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A Husband, in troth, I'd buy,
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The Grief I sustain, for want of a Man,
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There's nobody knows but I.
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A Husband I dearly lack,
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Tho' he be a Collier black,
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Or Pedlar with his Pack,
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That travels the Nation wide,
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all one to me, she cry'd,
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I'd willingly be a Bride:
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For languishing here I lye,
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Nay ready this Day to dye,
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The Grief I sustain, for want of a Man,
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There's nobody knows but I.
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At length came lusty Mark,
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A Country Lawyers Clark,
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And tickl'd her in the dark;
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He litt on the very Vein,
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The place of her grief and pain,
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And caus'd her to laugh amain:
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And merrily did reply,
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O this is the Death I'd dye,
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What Grief I endur'd for want of a Man,
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There's nobody knew but I.
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