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EBBA 31687

University of Glasgow Library - Euing
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The Crafty Maids Approbation.
Wherein she shows either Black or Brown,
Tis Money makes them straight go down;
When pritty Girls that Gold has none,
Their fortune is still to lye alone.
To the Tune of, A fig for France.

DRaw near to me young Girls so fine,
Whose means and portions like to mine;
If youl but hear what I have pend,
Twill make you smile before I end:
I once had Sweet-hearts fair and young,
Tho now from me hes fled and gone;
But ile tell you a very good reason why,
Twas money did part my Love and I.

When first to me a Wooing he came,
He did desire to know my name;
I told him that my means was small,
He said he valued none at all:
So that my favour he could win,
He valued nothing else a pin:
But now hes gone and I know not why,
Twas mony, etc.

Yet for three years his Love stood fast,
And he vowd for ever it should last;
But when my friends spoke of the same,
Then he was for another Dame:
Except so much money theyd give me,
No wife for him I must not be:
His words he clearly did deny,
So money did part, etc.

Thus maids may see, so may I too,
It is for money young men Wooe:
Tho great store of Love they do pretend,
Yet mark what falls out in the end:
When they find your Portions are but small,
Like to a Snake from you theyl crawl:
And to another streight theyl hye,
So money did part, etc.

If I had a head like a Horse,
Or a body as thick as a Mill-post,
So bags came but tumbling in,
Then my favour every fool woud win;
Or was I long-snouted like a Sow,
Or else Crook-backt like our fine Cow:
Have at her then, these boys would cry,
Shes money enough, and what care I.

Young-men dont blush, you know tis true,
For let her name be Mary or Sue,
Tho she was blabber-lipt, also blear-eyd,
Yet money all those faults will hide;
Nay, were she the nastiest dingiest slut,
That a man durst not after her crack a Nut;
Had she but money, house, or Land,
Im sure she would not stick long a hand.

Yet we whose portions are but small,
Let us not be dismaid at all;
Neither let us grieve, lament, nor swound,
For Beautys worth a thousand pound:
Hangt, though my first true Love be gone,
Ive the same face for another man;
And ile prove honest till I dye,
Tho money, etc.

If two young-men talk of a Wench,
As they do sit of an ale-bench;
Shes a good Huswife, the one replyes,
But has she money, the other cries:
If she has none shes not for me,
Giveme the Cash, hang Huswifery,
I love to finger that, for why,
Tis money did part my Love and I.

By this young Girls may plainly see,
How deceitful these young-men be;
Theyl search a Maid from top to toe,
Till all her secrets they do know;
Then if her means dont please his mind,
He quickly can turn like the wind:
I must have a wife with more, hel cry,
So money, etc.

Such affection did that young-man bear,
That he often called me his dear;
Such vows and Oaths he made, tis known,
But now he doth them quite disown:
But since hes gone, sing farewel he,
Ile slight him more then he does me:
Ile ner lament, nor weep, nor cry,
Tho money, etc.

I am full glad we parted in truth,
For since I hear hes a cross-graind youth;
But had he provd true, though ner so bare,
In wealth or woe ide bear a share;
But now im free, ile let that slide,
And ner think more to be a Bride:
Theres nothing like to Liberty,
Since money, etc.

Thus have I told young Maidens all,
How the weakest go to the Wall;
But she that is full, and her Purse well strung,
She shall have Sweet-hearts come ding dong:
Its no matter for breeding or sense,
So she has but Cash, hel have the Wench;
Black or brown he looks not oth dye,
Twas money did part my Love and I.

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, & T. Passinger.

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