The Maids Complaint
For want of a Dil doul.
This Girl long time had in sickness been,
Which many maids do call the sickness green:
I wish she may some comfort find poor Soul
And have her belly fill'd with a Dil doul.
To a New Tune, called the Dil doul; or Women and Wine.
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YOung men give ear to me awhile
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if you to merriment are inclin'd,
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And i'le tell you a story shall make you to smile
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of late done by a woman kind:
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And as she went musing all alone.
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I heard her to sigh, to sob and make moan
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For a dill doul, dil doul, dil doul doul,
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(quoth she) I'm undone if I hant a dil doul
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For I am a Maid and a very good Maid,
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and sixteen years of age am I,
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And fain would I part with my Maiden-head
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if any good fellow would with me lye:
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But none to me ever yet proffer'd such love,
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as to lye by my side and give me a shove
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With his dil doul, dill doul, dil doul,
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O happy were I, etc.
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At night when I do go to bed
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thinking for to take my rest,
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Strange fancies comes in my head
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I pray for that which I love best:
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For it is a comfort and pleasure doth bring
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to women that hath such a pritty fine thing,
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Call'd a dill doul, dill doul dill doul doul,
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then happy were I, etc.
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Last week I walked in the Strand,
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I met with my Sister a handsome Lass,
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I kindly took her by the hand,
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this question of her I did ask;
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Whether she kept still a Maiden alone,
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or whether her maiden-head was fled or gone
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For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul doul,
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O happy were, etc.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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KInd sister, quoth she to tell you the truth,
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it has been gone this twelve months day
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I freely gave it to a handsome youth,
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that us'd with me to sport and play:
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To grieve for the loss of it I never shall
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if I had ten thousand I would give um all
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For a dill doul dill doul, dil doul doul,
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O my, etc.
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She making this answer I bid her adieu
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and told her I could no longer stay,
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I let go her hand and I straight left the Strand
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and to Covent-Garden I hasted away:
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Where lively young gallants do use to resort,
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to pick up young lasses & shew 'um fine sport
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With a dil doul, dil doul, dil doul doul,
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yet none, etc.
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I would id'e a sweetheart as some Maids have
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that little know how do pleasure a man,
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I'de keep him frolicksome, gallant and brave
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and make as much on him as anyone can:
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Before any good thing he should lack,
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i'le sell all my Coats & Smock from my back
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For his dil doul, dil doul, dill doul doul,
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then happy were, etc.
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Thus young men have I declared in brief,
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the causes of my sorrow and woe,
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And if any of you will yield me relief;
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speak chearfully to me say, yea or no:
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I live at the sign of the Cup and the Can,
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and I will be loving to any young man
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For his dil doul, dil doul, dill doul doul,
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and all my, etc.
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Besides young men I have store of money,
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good red Gold and Silver bright,
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And he shall be Master of every peny,
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that marries with me and yields me delight
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For why tother night I heard my dame Nancy
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declare how her Master did tickle her fancy
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With his dill doul dill doul dill doul doul,
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then whate're it cost me i'le have a dil doul
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Then come to me my bonny Lad,
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while I am in the prime I pray
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And take a good bargin while it is to be had,
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and do not linger your time away
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'Tis money you see makes many a man rich:
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then come along, rub on the place that doth itch
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For a dill doul, dil doul, dil doul doul
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take all my money, give me a dill doul.
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