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University of Glasgow Library - Euing
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The Young-womans Complaint:
A Caveat to all Maids to have a care how they be
Married to Old Men.
The Tune is, What should a young woman do with an old man, etc. Or, The Tyrant.

COme all you young damsels
both beauteous and free,
Ile Summon you all
to listen to mee;
A Song of misguiding,
concerning my Marriage,
Sorrows the cause of
this my ill carriage;
A Maiden of fifteen
as it may appear
She Married an Old-man
of Seventy-two year;
And by her misfortune
well prove it I can,
That she is sore troubled
with an Old-man.

When he sits down by me,
heel presently blame me,
He often doth chide me
and threatens to lame me;
Then fain would I hide me
but cannot tell where.

He calls me young Giglet,
and sometimes bold whore;
But hold thy tongue man,
for I am none such,
I dare not call Cuckold
though I think as much:
She throws by her Bracelets
her Hat and her Fan,
Sing cursd be the time
that I saw this Old-man.

To speak of his Livings
his Land or his Fee,
Or of his Relations
too tedious twill bee;
His humping, his grumping
his cursing, and swearing,
Hes almost quite blind,
and heard of his hearing,
His Pate it is bauld, and
his Beard it is thin,
His Breath it doth stink,
and short is his thing:

And now let him do
what ever he can,
Judge if it be fitting
to love this Old-man.

In Bed as I lye,
he groaneth he cryeth
Like one that is dyeing
in sorrow he lyeth:
Instead of Loves blisses
he scraches and grumbles
And all the night long
he tosses and tumbles,
And lying and dyeing
and telling the Clock,
Weeping and wailing,
expecting a Knock:
And wiping away her
tears as they ran,
What shall a young woman
do with this old man.

The second part, to the same Tune.

HE stoops in the shoulders
and goes almost double
He is alwayes to me
a continual trouble,
His Breast it sticks forth
even almost withs snout,
He seldom goes far without
letting a rout,
His hands they do shake,
and hes very lame,
And all his whole body is
quite out of frame,
His Nose it is long, and
his face pale and wan.
With all the ill properties
of an Old man.

When he walks abroad with me
sometimes in the street
He limps, and he stumbles,
the boys they do seet,
And laugh him to scorn,
he creeps and he grumbles,
He coughs and he spits,
and at last he down tumbles
Then I cry and lament
that ere I was born.
But to quit his love, ile
make him wear the horn;
For let me do what
ever I may or can,
I still shall be plagud
with this doting old man.

If I with some young-men
do chance for to meet,
And do but them freindly
and courteously greet,
Then he begins presently
to scold and brawl,
And a thousand base names
he then will me call,
Which makes me with greif
and sorrow lament,
And now its too late
I fear to repent:
But ile get a Youngster that
please me well can,
Then a fig for this doting
feeble old man.

I forcd was to marry him
cause of his Wealth,
But ile have another now,
and then by stealth:
For with him I must never
expect any joy;
Which vexes me worst
I shall nere have a boy;
Therefore Im resolvd to
live merry and jolly,
And take the best course
to quite Melancholly.
For what should a young-wo-man
do with this old man
But make him a Cuckold
as soon as she can

Theres young men enough,
which will make much of me
And I unto them will be
gallant and free:
Theyl court me and kisse
and please me full well,
And I will not want it,
the truth I you tell;
His Chests Ile set open,
his money let fly,
For Ile lead a merry life,
until I dye.
What should a young-woman
do with this old man,
But make him a Cuckold
as soon as she can.

My advice is to you all
Maids that are young,
That you get you Husband,
that will you not wrong,
For sure youth with age
will never agree,
As by this Ditty you
plainly may see;
Therefore take you warning
all by my miscarriage,
Be sure to be wise in
your choice of Marriage:
For Ile assure you,
do what you can,
You never can love such,
an Old doting man.

London, Printed for W. Gilbertson in Giltspur-street without Newgate.

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