Modesty Amazed; Or,
The Dorset-shire Damosel importunate with her Mother to know Rogers meaning in
Wooing. In which she is fully satisfied by her Mother; together with Rogers love
and loyalty.
To an Excellent New Tune, much in request.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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OH Mother! Roger with his kisses,
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almost stops my breath I vow,
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Why does he gripe my hand to pieces
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and yet he says he loves me too:
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Tell me Mother, pray now do,
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pray now do, pray now do,
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Tell me mother, pray now do,
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Pray now, pray now, pray now do,
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What Roger means when he does so,
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for ne'r stir, I long to know.
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Nor yet besides he will not let me,
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settle to my wheel and spin
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But upon his knee will set me,
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mother when you an't within,
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Tell me mother, etc.
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Although I vow he does provoke me,
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yet he will not once forbear,
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But most tenderly did stroak me,
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till he makes me blush I swear:
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Tell me Mother, pray now do,
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proy now do, pray now do,
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Tell me mother, pray now do,
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Pray now, pray now, pray now do,
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What Roger means when he does so,
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for ne'r stir, I long to know.
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Thus whilst he talks of pure affection,
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Roger on my breast he leans,
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Mother give me your direction,
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for I know not what he means:
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Tell me mother, etc.
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And what he said concerning Wooing
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now I clearly have forgot,
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Yet he fain would have been doing
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something but I know not what:
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Tell me mother, etc.
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Although I am both coy and fickle,
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yet he calls me his delight,
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And my sides he does so tickle,
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that he makes me laugh out-right:
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Tell me mother, pray now do,
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pray now do, pray now do;
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Tell me mother, pray now do,
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Pray now, pray now, pray now do,
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What Roger means when he does so,
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for ne'r stir I long to know.
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The Mothers direction to her Daughter;
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Together with Rogers Loyalty.
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Dear Daughter that you mayn't mis-carry,
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Rogers courage never cool,
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Till you marry make him tarry,
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pray now take your mothers rule:
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My dear Daughter, pray now then,
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pray now then, pray now then,
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Maids are too much slighted when,
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They have yielded to Young-men,
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For they can flatter, cog and lye,
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and all their promises deny.
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But if his love be so intire,
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when the Nuptial Bands are ty'd,
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You may yield to his desire,
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being made his lawful Bride:
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If you cannot this obtain,
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this obtain, this obtain,
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Then his company refrain,
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With your Scorn and high disdain,
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For should you grant him his delight,
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then Daughter you are ruin'd quite.
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But Roger he was something near them
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in a corner mighty mute,
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Where he chanc'd to overhear them,
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while they were in this dispute:
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Notwithstanding what he heard,
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what he heard, what he heard,
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For a while he ne'r appear[']d,
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But at last the case he clear'd,
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And told them that he did suppose,
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they did not think him one of those.
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Now when her Mother found him loyal,
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by his honest fair intent,
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Then there needed no denyal,
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soon she gave her free consent,
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That her Daughter should be wed,
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should be wed, should be wed,
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To his lawful bridal bed,
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All her fears was fully fled;
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Then many Damsels fair and gay,
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did come to celebrate the day.
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