The Maids Complaint for the want of a dil-doul.
This Girle long time hath in a sickness been,
Which many maids do call the sickness green.
I wish she may some comfort find, poor soul,
And have her belly filled with a Dill doul.
To a new tune, called, The Dill doul, or Women and Wine.
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YOungmen give ear to me a while,
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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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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, dill doul, dill doul, doul,
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(quoth she) I'm undone if I han't 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 lie:
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But none to me ever yet proffe'd such love,
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as to lie by my side and give me a shove
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With his dill doul, dill doul dill doul, doul,
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Oh happy were I if I had a dill doul.
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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 into 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 have such a pretty fine thing,
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Call'd a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul,
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then happy were etc,
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Last week as I walked in the Strand,
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I met with my Sister, a handsom 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 & gone
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For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul?
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Oh happy etc.
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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 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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for if I had ten thousand I would give them all
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For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul doul
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O all my delight is in a dill doul.
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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 strait 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 good sport
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With a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul,
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yet none was so kind etc.
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