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The Loyal Maids good
Counsel to all her Fellow-Maids.
To be carefull of wanton Young-men,
They'll promise they love you again and again:
But if they get their will of you before you are wed
You may look a new sweetheart and a new
Maiden-head:
And believe no false youngmen that will dissem-
ble and lye,
Lest they send you away with salt Tears in your
Eye.
To the Tune of, Come hither my own
sweet Duck.
This may be Printed, R. P.
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YOung Maidens I pray you be carefull,
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and hearken then unto me,
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And be sure to keep your Maiden-head
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when in Company that you be;
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For Young-men are so false-hearted,
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as many do's plainly see,
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They'll sware and lye and give you fine Words,
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they'll deceive you if it may be,
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And onely to bring you to their Bow,
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for to fulfil their will:
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I pray young Maidens be wise in this,
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for good Counsell means no ill.
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They'll make you believe that they love you,
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to draw your hearts away,
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When it is nothing else but to prove you,
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for to show you Venus play:
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And when you have yielded to their Will
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oftentimes it ne'er comes to good,
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They'r as false as Judas, so many are ill
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if it be rightly understood:
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But only to bring you to their Bow,
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for to fulfill their Will:
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I pray young Maidens be wise in this,
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for good Counsell means no ill.
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The second part to the same Tune.
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They will have you to the Beer and Wine,
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and there Money they will not spare,
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But there is a thing above your knee,
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but of that take special Care,
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Or else you may be overthrown:
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the sport it will move them so,
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Then you may curse the time you kept Company:
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all this is true you know,
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And onely to bring you to their Bow, etc.
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They'll vow in your ear, and to you will swear,
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there shall never be no strife,
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And tell you you are there Love and their Dear,
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and they'll make you their one sweet Wife:
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When all are lyes that some men devise,
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they'll undoe you and away they will goe;
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Be carefull of this when they slaver and kiss,
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fond Love it is false you do know:
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And onely to bring, etc.
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They'll wake you all night for their own delight,
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and keep you you cannot sleep,
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And many will seek to do you a spite
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to bring bobbing and hey ho to meet:
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And if they can bring there purpose about
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then they will desire no more,
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Then he will be gone like a false hearted Man,
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and brag on't he has made you a Whore:
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And only to bring you to their Bow,
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There is many a Maid has been served so,
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both in London and the Country too;
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When a false-hearted Lover a Maiden does woe,
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then all the skill he can show he will do:
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But now pretty Maidens be rul'd by a fool,
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when she proffers such kindness, I say,
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And give them mock for mock, let them not come under your Smock,
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if they do they will show you some play.
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And only bring you to their Bow,
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It is very hard for a Maiden to trust
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some Young men's Constancy,
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They are so cunning and so unjust
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as the World do's plainly see;
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They strive to make a Maid a Mother
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before they will make her their Wife,
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He is but a Knave, if he were my own Brother,
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to destroy a poor Maid so with grief,
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When they seek for to bring them to their Bow,
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Content yourselves, now pretty Maids,
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in closing up the same,
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There is many thousands of honest Young-men
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of Credit and in good Fame,
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If you can chuse amongst those Men,
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and let the worser sort then stay,
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But have a care of your Maiden-head
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keep it till your Wedding-day:
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Some will strive to bring you to their Bow,
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She was a Maid that did set out this Song,
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she was thirty before she was Wed,
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She had great care of every one,
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to save her Maiden-head.
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At last their came an honest Man
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and made her his own dear Wife:
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If she had yielded to some that came before
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she had been undone all the days of her life:
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