A Young Man put to his shifts:
OR,
The Ranting Young Mans Resolution.
Wherein is show'd how young Wenches he doth please,
And of their heavy burdens he doth them ease;
With cunning tricks their fancies up doth feed,
And they him relieve when he doth stand in need.
To the Tune of, Cupids Trappan.
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OF late did I hear a young damsel complain,
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and rail much against a young man,
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His cause and his state i'le now vindicate,
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and hold battle with Cupids, trapan, brave boys
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and hold, etc.
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Surely she thinks, that I am stark mad,
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to wed every Girl I do see,
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No let her stay a while for I can make a fool,
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of twenty far better then she, etc.
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For if I court a Maid she will get nothing by 't,
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for so soon as her money is gone,
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And I have got her Kings and other fine things,
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then the Devil may take her for John. etc.
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[I] can give them fair words but little good deeds
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any girl of me shall find,
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And if I see she will do 't then I put her to 't,
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but straight I can turn with the wind, etc.
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He's but a fool that will fawn of a Maid,
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although she seem never so coy,
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Make tho' you'd be gone she'l bid you come on,
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if you tell her you'l git her a boy, brave boys,
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if, etc.
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But if she don't find thou canst stir up her blood,
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she will laugh and jear thee to thy face,
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But if she perceives thou canst do her some good,
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then thy body she strait will imbrace, etc.
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As for my own part I value it not a pin
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I care not what Girl doth it know,
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But the coyest Lass I can easily win,
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and bring her unto my own bow, etc.
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I drink of the best, and live at hearts ease
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for Money I take little care,
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I can humor young wenches & have what I please,
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be it never so fine and so rare, etc.
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I Count him a noddy that can't win a Maid
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to buckle to bow and to bend,
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And if he stands in need to do a good deed,
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and to give him some money in hand, brave boys,
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and to, etc.
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Though Maidens do seem coy on 't they long till they ha 't
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either Mary Sue Bridget or Nan,
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If they were put to their choice for to lye alone,
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they had rather to lye with a man, etc.
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For daily and hourly full often it is seen,
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what Maiden 'tis will lye alone,
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If she han't a husband when she is fifteen,
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she thinks she shall never have none, etc.
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So it doth appear how hasty they are,
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the fruits of Love for to tast,
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It makes their great belly the truth for to tell ye,
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they've been clipping a man about 'th wast, etc.
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Theirs choice of young Damsels I have at com-mand
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that with money my pockets do see,
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And it I want a bout they will not stand out,
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to help a good turn in my need, etc.
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If I cheat a young damsel the fault's none of mine
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to her self she better may look.
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For if I lay my bait by day or by night,
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be sure I take her of my hook, etc.
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And when I have caught her be sure she's my own
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for little we two do imbrace,
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But before we go to church, I leave her i 'th lurch
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thus I cheat her unto her own face, etc.
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I'le never be bound when I may live free,
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nor i'le never be tide to a wife,
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Theirs sope fire & candle a child for to dandle,
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which makes a man weary on's life, etc.
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So I get but the child let who will it keep,
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for my part I do not mean to keep none,
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So I have but the sport let them provide fort,
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for so soon as i've done I am gone.
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For if I should keep all the Children I get,
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I should have a great many lives,
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I will take a halter and cut my own throat,
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before ile have so many wives, etc.
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For a Gentlemans life I live as I be,
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and am free from both care and sorrow,
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If never a penny I have over night,
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be sure I have some the next morrow, etc.
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So young men i'le leave you make use of your time
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for so long as my Codpise do hold,
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I am sure of this let it hit or miss,
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I shall want neither silver nor gold, brave boys,
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I shall want neither silver nor gold.
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