The Repulsive MAID.
WHO
Once to a Young-man, but now cannot win,
To open the door and let him come in.
To a pleasant new Tune, or, Open the door and let me come in.
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Youngman.
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SWeet open the door and let me come in,
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For to be a Wooer I now begin,
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And say thy Lover I yet have been
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Ile love thee and no more.
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Maid.
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To open the door Love that could I do
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And if it were for an hour or two,
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But if that my father or mother should know
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I should be beaten sore.
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Young-man.
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To be beaten for me Love that were a sin,
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Sweet open the door and let me come in
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Thy father or mother nor none of thy Kin
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shall never beat thee more.
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Maid.
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To open the door Love I have been bold,
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And many false tales I have been told,
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But another man hath my heart in hold,
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I cannot love thee therefore.
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Young-man.
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Thou knowst before when the time hath bin
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Thou hast open'd the door and let me come in
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But now my love is not worth a pin
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I prethee Love tell me wherefore.
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Maid.
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I am not disposed to tell thee now
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Go walk a Knave as thou knowst how,
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For I can no enterance to thee allow,
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adieu for evermore.
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Young-man.
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To knock and to call I will never sin,
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Till thou open the door and let me come in,
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With coming I fell, and I broke my shin,
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which grieves me very sore.
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Maid.
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If thou hast broken thy shin my Love sorry am I,
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Yet cannot I find in my heart for to cry,
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Ile give thee a plaster for it by and by
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shall pain thee ten times more.
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The Second Part, To the same Tune.
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Young-man.
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I Prethee Love, do not to jeer begin
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But open the door and let me come in,
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Ile be more kind then ever I have been,
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I prethee Love open the door,
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Maid.
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Two words to a bargain my small friend,
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To open the door I do not intend,
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My father and mother I oft did offend,
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Ile never offend them more.
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Young-man.
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Of Father and Mother doe not tell me,
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For I am come alone to visit thee,
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And if my face thou wilt not see,
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then shew me a reason wherefore.
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Maid.
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A reason just I can thee tell
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To do it now doth not like me well
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I hate thee as much as the Devil of Hell
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then adue for evermore.
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Young-man.
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How comes it to passe my Love thou art so curst
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And wert so kind to me at the first,
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Of all men living my luck is the worst,
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to be hated and know not wherefore.
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Maid.
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Alasse Sir I have found out your Tricks
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You love do crave of five or six,
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Yet take who you will it shall never me vex,
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adue for evermore.
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Young-man.
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What though I have choyce of six or seven,
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Nay, what if I had nine, ten or eleven,
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Yet thou mayst make the dozen even,
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and do as thou hast done before.
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Maid.
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I am not the first that hath done amisse,
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Nor shall be the last that a Knave will kisse,
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I pray pick English out of this,
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you shall never kisse me more.
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Young-man.
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The Rose is red, and the Leaves are green
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And the daies are past which I have seen
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Another man may be where I have been
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for now I am thrust out of door.
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Maid.
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Walk Knave is a Parrats note,
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And if the Hang-man don't get your coat,
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Ile meet you at Holborn-Hill in a Boat.
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if ever I love you more.
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