%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Maids Complaint for want of a dill 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. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/18/2014 34199

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R180330 1 the Dill doul, or Women and Wine. UNKNOWN The Dill doul, or Women and Wine. YOungmen give ear to me a while, / if you to merriment are inclin'd, With his dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul, / Oh happy were I if I had a dill doul. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1459 The Maids Complaint for want of a dill 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. The Maid's Complaint for want of a dill 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. ?-? V. Wentbridg

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YOungmen give ear to me a while, if you to merriment are inclin'd, And I'le tell you a story shall make you to smile, of late done by a woman-kind: As she went musing all alone I heard her to sigh to sob and make moan For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul, (quoth she) I'm undone if I han't a dil doul. For I am a Maid, and a very good Maid, and sixteen years of age am I, And fain would I part with my Maiden-head, if any good fellow would with me lie: But none to me ever yet proffer'd such love, as to lie by my side and give me a shove With his dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul, Oh happy were I if I had a dill doul.
At night when I do go to bed thinking for to take my rest, Strange fancies comes into my head, I pray for that which I love best: For it is a comfort, and pleasure doth bring to women that have such a pretty fine thing, Call'd a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul, then happy were etc, Last week as I walked in the Strand, I met with my Sister, a handsom Lass, I kindly took her by the hand, this question of her I did ask, Whethe[r] she kept still a Maiden alone? or whether her Maiden-head was fled & gone For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul? Oh happy etc.
KInd Sister, quoth she, to tell you the truth, it has been gone this twelve months day, I freely gave it a handsome youth that us[?]d with me to sport and play: To grieve for the loss of it I never shall, for if I had ten thousand I would give them all For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul doul O all my delight is in a dill doul. She making this answer, I bid her adieu, and told her I could no longer stay, I let go her hand, and I strait left the Strand, and to Covent Garden I hasted away: Where lively young gallants do use to resort, to pick up young Lasses, & shew 'um good sport With a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul, yet none was so kind etc. O would I'd a sweetheart as some maids have, that little knows how to pleasure a man, I'd keep him frollicksome, gallant and brave, and make as much on him as anyone can: Before that any good thing he should lack, I'd sell all my clothes & smock from my back For his dill doul, dill doul, dill doul doul, then happy were etc.
Thus youngmen have I declared in brief the causes of my grief and woe, And if any of you will yield me reliefe, speak chearfully to me, say ay or no: I live at the sign of the Cup and the Can, and I will be loving to any youngman For his dil doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul, and all my delight etc. Besides youngmen, I have store of money, good red Gold and Silver bright, And he shall be master of every penny that lies with me and yields me delight: For why, 'tother night I heard my dame Nancy declare how her Master did tickle her fancy With his dill doul, dill doul, dill doul, doul, then what e're it cost me etc. Then come to me my bonny Lad while I am in my prime I say, And take a good bargain while it is to be had, and do not linger your time away: Tis money you see makes many men rich, then come along rub on the place that doth itch For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul doul, take all my money give me a dill doul.
Printed for V. Wentbridg in Duck-Lane.