A young Man put to his Shifts:
Or,
The Ranting young mans Resolution,
Wherein is showd how young Wenches he doth please
And of their heavy burdens doth them ease,
With cunning tricks he 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, ile now vindicate,
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and hold battle with Cupids trappan brave boys
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and hold, etc.
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Surely she thinks I am stark mad
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to wed every Girl I do see,
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No let her stay awhile for I can make a fool
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of twenty far better than she, brave boys
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of twenty, etc.
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For if I court a Maid she shall 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 Rings, and other fine things,
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then the divel may take her for John brave boys
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then the, 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 strait I can turn with the wind, brave boys
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but strait, 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 though you'd be gon, she'l bid you come on
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if you tell her you'l get her a boy, brave boys,
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if you, 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 she will imbrace brave boys
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then thy, 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, brave boys
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and bring, etc.
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I drink off the best, and live at hearts ease,
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for Money I take little care,
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I can humer young wenches & have what I please
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be it never so fine and so rare brave boys,
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be it, 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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& to give him some mony in hand, brave boys
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and to, etc.
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Tho 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 ly alone
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they had rather to lye with a man brave boys
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they had etc.
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For dayly and hourely 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 brave boys
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she thinks, 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 a clipping a man about 'h wast brave boys
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they've, etc.
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Their's choice of young damsels I have at com-mand
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that with mony my pockets both fre
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And if I want a bout, they will not stand out,
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to help a good turn in my need, brave boys
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to help, etc.
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If I cheat a young damsel the faults none of mine
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to her self she better may look,
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For ile lay my bait by day or night,
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be sure I take her of my hook, brave boys
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be sure, etc.
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And when I had caught her be sure she's my own
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for a little we two do imbrace,
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But before we go to church I leave her ith lurch
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thus I cheat her unto her face, brave boys
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thus I, etc.
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Ile never be bound when I may live free,
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nor ile never be tide to a wife,
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Their's sope fire and candle, a child for to dandle
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which makes a man weary on's life, brave boys
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which, 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 mean to keep none,
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So I have but the sport let them provide for 't
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for so soon as i've done I am gone, brave boys
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for so, etc.
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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 wil[l] take a halter and cut my own throat,
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before ile have so many wives,
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before, etc.
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For Gentleman-like I live as I be
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and am free from care and sorrow,
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It never a penny I have over night,
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be sure I have some the next morrow brave boys
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be sure, etc.
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So young men ile leave you make use of your time
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for so long as my Codpiss doth 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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