The Crafty MAID's
APPROBATION:
Wherein she shews either Black or Brown,
'Tis Mony makes them straight go down;
When pretty Girls that Gold has none,
Their fortune is still to lie alone.
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DRaw near to me young Girls so fine,
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Whose means and portion's like to mine:
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If you'll but hear what I have pen'd,
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'Twill make you smile before I end:
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I once had Sweet-hearts fair and young,
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Tho' now from me he's fled and gone;
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But i'll tell you a very good reason why,
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Mony did part my Love and I.
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When first to me a wooing he came,
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He did desire to know my name;
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I told him my portion it was but small,
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He said he valued none at all:
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So that my favour he could win,
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He valued nothing else a pin;
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But now he's gone and I know not why,
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mony, etc.
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Yet for three years his love stood fast,
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And he vow'd forever it should last:
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But when my Friends spoke of the same,
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Then he was for another Dame;
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Except so much mony they'd give me,
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No Wif[e] for him I must not be:
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His words he clearly did deny,
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So mony did part my Love and I.
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Thus Maids may see, so may I too,
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It is for mony young Men wooe:
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A great deal of love they will pretend,
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But mark what falls out in the end;
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When they find your portions are but small,
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Like to a snake from you they'll crawl:
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And to another straight they'll hye,
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So mony did part, etc.
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If I had a head like a horse,
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Or a body as thick as a mill post;
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So bags came but tumbling in,
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Then my favour every Fool wou'd win;
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Or was I long snouted like a sow,
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Or else crook-backt like our fine cow:
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Have at her then, these Boys would cry,
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She's mony enough, and what care I.
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Young Men don't blush, you know 'tis true,
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For let her name be Mary or Sue;
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Tho' she was blabber-lipt, also blear-ey'd,
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Yet mony all those faults will hide;
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Nay, where she the nastiest dingiest Slut,
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That a Man durst not after her crack a nut;
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Had she but mony, house, or land,
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I'm sure she would not stick long a hand.
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Yet we whose portions are but small,
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Let us not be dismaid at all:
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Neither let us grieve, lament, nor swound,
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For beauty's worth a thousand pound:
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Hang't, though my first true Love be gone,
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I've the same face for another Man;
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And i'll prove honest till I dye,
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Though mony did part, etc.
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If two young Men talk of a Wench,
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As they do sit on an Ale-bench;
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She's a Good-huswife, the one replyes;
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But has she mony? the other cries:
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If she has none she's not for me,
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Give me the cash, hang huswifery,
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I love to finger that, for why,
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mony did part, etc.
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By this young Girls may plainly see,
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How deceitful these young Men be;
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They'll search a Maid from top to toe,
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'Till all her secrets they do know;
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Then if her means don't please his mind,
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He quickly can turn like the wind:
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I must have a Wife with more, he'll cry,
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So mony, etc.
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Such affection did that young Man bear,
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That he often called me his Dear:
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Such vows and oaths he made, 'tis known,
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But now he doth them quite disown:
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But since he's gone, sing farewel he,
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I'll slight him more than he does me;
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I'll ne'r lament, nor weep, nor cry,
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Though mony did part, etc.
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I am full glad we parted in truth,
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For since I hear he's a cross-grain'd Youth;
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But had he prov'd true, though ne'r so bare,
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In wealth or woe i'd bare a share;
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But now i'm free, i'll let that slide,
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And ne'r think more to be a Bride:
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There's nothing like to liberty,
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Since mony did part, etc.
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Thus have I told young Maidens all,
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How the weakest go to the wall;
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But she that is full, and her purse well strung,
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She shall have Sweet[-]hearts come ding dong:
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It's no matter for breeding or sence,
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So she has but cash, he'll have the Wench;
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Black or brown, he looks not o'th' dye,
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mony did part my Love and I.
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