EBBA 30790
British Library - Roxburghe
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The MILKMAIDS Resolution.
Let Young men prate of what they please
Cause young men have been kind,
Theyl find no more such Foolls as these
To please each Apish mind.
Tune, Cupids-Trappan.
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OF late I did hear a young man domineer,
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and vapour of what he could do
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But I think he knew how for to manage the Plow
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far better then maidens to woe brave boys
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far better etc.
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And he surely doth think that we maidens are mad
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for to mind evry Clown we do see
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Should his Love be exprest, with a vow & pro-test
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ide believe no such boobies as he brave
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ide etc.
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Though his bottles of Ale & other fine things
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he bestows on me evry day
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It is my intent when his money is spent
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to bid him begone & away brave boys
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to bid, etc.
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Ile give him good words while his money doth last
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and tell him I dearly do love him
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When his cash is all gone, ile tell him, my man John
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thers others I fancy above him brave
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And that which is worse, when once they do find
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a maidens poor heart it is won
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Theyl laugh & theyl jeer, theyl giggle & sneer
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that they this poor maid hath undone brave
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that etc.
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Some men they love for what they can get
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& tis certain thers many a Lubbard
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Will sigh & will pant, seeming ready to faint
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& all for the love of the Cubbard, brave boys
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& all etc.
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And others so long as they think a poor maid
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has been careful and saved some money
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This maiden will find he will prove very kind
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& call her his joy & his honey brave boys
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and etc.
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Yea if this poor soul will be such a fooll
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to hearken to this fellows tale
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Sheel to poverty fall, hel beguile her of all
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she hath got by the merry milk pail brave boys
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And she that doth carry the merry milk pail
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and delights for to milk the brown Cow
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May sure be as good, be it well understood
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as the Looby that follows the Plow brave
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as the etc.
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Yet each pittiful clown will boast up & down
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of the maidens that he hath betrayd
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If all were like me, such things should not be
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nor ever hereafter be said, brave boys
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nor etc.
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Keep but at a distance, and then they will be
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like men quite bereaved of sence
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Then the best of them all into passion will fall
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& be ready to dye for a wench brave boys
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and etc.
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Tho some of them now, do say they know how
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to make any mayden to yield
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But I would defie any man that should try
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in the midst of the merry Broom field brave
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in etc.
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For my modesty shall defend me from all
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that say tis so easy to win
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The poor virgins fort, of which they make sport
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& delight in this treacherous sin brave boys
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and etc.
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Then maidens beware, of such villains take care
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whose delight is your absolute ruine
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If they conquer with ease & gain what they please
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theyl soon bee weary of wooing brave boys
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But if you stand off and at them do scoff
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youl find they will burn like a fire
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When you make them to bow, let your reason know how
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to grant them the thing they desire brave
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to grant etc.
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Then take my advice you maids that are free
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ile assure you I speak not in jest,
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Ner play with the dart till you yoyson your heart
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for a single life it is the best brave
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for etc.
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Thers some that are married before they had wit
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that with sorrows are sorely opprest
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Then think it not strange, I am not for a change
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for a single life it is the best brave boys
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for etc.
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Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball
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