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National Library of Scotland - Crawford
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The Love-sick Maid quickly Revived,
Within the prime time of the Spring,
Within a Meadow she did sing;
And solemnly these words she said,
I fear that I shall dye a maid:
But her Sweetheart in Ambush lay,
And heard the words that she did say;
As in this Ditty you may hear
If that you please but to give ear.
Tune is, What shall I do, shall I dye for love, etc. Or, the Hay-makers.

AS I was walking forth of late,
within the Meadows gay,
It was in the prime time of the spring,
in the merry Month of May
I heard a Maiden sweetly sing,
some Young man pitty me,
O what shall I do shall I dy a Maid
and never married be.

Full twenty years of age am I,
yea almost twenty one,
Which makes me cry, what luck have I
so long to lye alone:
When younger maids they sweet-hearts have
as dayly I do see,
what shall I do, shall I dy a maid
and never married be.

My Mantua Gown is of pure Silk
made of the neatest fashion,
My smock is Cambrick, white as Milk
as any in the Nation:
My petticoats are made so short,
young men my Legs may see,
O what shall I do, shall I dy a Maid
and never married be.

To Markets and Fairs I do repair
as other Maidens do,
To see what young man will be there,
my person for to Wooe,
Yet all in vain, I come again,
for none doth pitty me,
Which makes me afraid, I shall dy a maid
and never married be.

I go to Church as Maidens do,
and for small Devotion sake,
But to see what true-Love I can find
my Husband for to make:
I often wish, but dare not speak,
my blushing hinders me
Which makes me afraid I shall dy a maid
and never marryed be.

What if my Portion be but small,
I much of him will make,
And if such Fortune to me fall
great pains with him ile take,
A constant wife, while I have life,
he still shall find of me,
For loath I am to dye a maid,
but fain would married be.

This Youngman he in Ambush lay,
And heard this Maid what she did say;
How she complaind most civily,
For fear a Maiden she should dye.

Till at the last blind Cupid he
Did wound his heart with her Beauty:
therefore to end up all the strife,
He wood and wed her for his wife.

I Hearing of this Maidens moan,
as in the Bush I lay,
Delighting in her merry tone,
I to my self did say,
Thy beauty bright dazles my sight,
if thy heart and tongue agree,
It shall never be said, thou shalt dye a maid,
if thou canst fancy me.

Then boldly I stept unto this Maid,
and took her by the hand,
And unto her these words did say
Lady at your Command,
My Service and my person both,
is ready here you see,
It ner shall be said, thou dyd a maid,
if you can fancy me.

Thy Portion be it great or small,
for that I do not care,
True Love and Fancy passes all,
nothing with it can compare,
Therefore grant me thy love my dear
the like Ile do to thee,
It ner shall be said, thou didst a maid,
if thou canst fancy me.

Then with a smile this Maid replyd,
I see I am betrayd,
But yet your Suit is not denyd,
fulfill what you have said:
Then of my love you need not f[e]a[r],
if constant you will be,
Then to your promise hive a care,
with speed to marry me,

So to conclude, away they went,
and married was that day,
Their Parents giving their consent,
did Solemnize the day:
Where now they live in sweet content,
and lovingly agree,
A civil pattern for all maids,
that fain would married be.

the AUTHORS Advice.

And so farewel you Maidens all,
living in Town or City,
I speak to you both great and small,
which hears this merry ditty:
If twenty years be come and gone,
then mark what here is said,
Be constant to your first true Love,
for fear you dye a maid.

London, Printed for Phil. Brooksby at the Golden ball in West Smithfield.

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