%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Maids Complaint / For want of a Dil doul. / This Girl long time had 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 fill'd with a Dil 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 08/31/2021 37514

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R180331 2 the Dil doul; or Women and Wine [unknown] The Dildo; or Women and Wine to the same Tune [unknown] To the Same Tune YOung men give ear to me a while / if you to merriment are inclin'd, KInd sister, quoth she to tell you the truth, / it has been gone this twelve months day For a dill doul, dil doul, dil doul doul, / (quoth she) I'm undone if I hant a dil doul [with variation] For a dill doul dill doul, dil doul doul, / O my, &c. [with variation] British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 159 2: 160 The Maids Complaint / For want of a Dil doul. / This Girl long time had 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 fill'd with a Dil doul. The Maid's Complaint For want of a Dildo. This Girl long time had 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 Dildo. ?-? J Wiight, J. Clark, W. Thackeray / and T. Passenger

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YOung men give ear to me awhile 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: And as she went musing all alone. I heard her to sigh, to sob and make moan For a dill doul, dil doul, dil doul doul, (quoth she) I'm undone if I hant 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 lye: But none to me ever yet proffer'd such love, as to lye by my side and give me a shove With his dil doul, dill doul, dil doul, O happy were I, etc.
At night when I do go to bed thinking for to take my rest, Strange fancies comes in my head I pray for that which I love best: For it is a comfort and pleasure doth bring to women that hath such a pritty fine thing, Call'd a dill doul, dill doul dill doul doul, then happy were I, etc. Last week I walked in the Strand, I met with my Sister a handsome Lass, I kindly took her by the hand, this question of her I did ask; Whether she kept still a Maiden alone, or whether her maiden-head was fled or gone For a dill doul, dill doul, dill doul doul, O happy were, etc.
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KInd sister, quoth she to tell you the truth, it has been gone this twelve months day I freely gave it to a handsome youth, that us'd with me to sport and play: To grieve for the loss of it I never shall if I had ten thousand I would give um all For a dill doul dill doul, dil doul doul, O my, etc. She making this answer I bid her adieu and told her I could no longer stay, I let go her hand and I straight 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 fine sport With a dil doul, dil doul, dil doul doul, yet none, etc.
I would id'e a sweetheart as some Maids have that little know how do pleasure a man, I'de keep him frolicksome, gallant and brave and make as much on him as anyone can: Before any good thing he should lack, i'le sell all my Coats & Smock from my back For his dil doul, dil doul, dill doul doul, then happy were, etc. Thus young men have I declared in brief, the causes of my sorrow and woe, And if any of you will yield me relief; speak chearfully to me say, yea or no: I live at the sign of the Cup and the Can, and I will be loving to any young man For his dil doul, dil doul, dill doul doul, and all my, etc. Besides young men I have store of money, good red Gold and Silver bright, And he shall be Master of every peny, that marries 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 whate're it cost me i'le have a dil doul Then come to me my bonny Lad, while I am in the prime I pray And take a good bargin while it is to be had, and do not linger your time away 'Tis money you see makes many a man rich: then come along, rub on the place that doth itch For a dill doul, dil doul, dil doul doul take all my money, give me a dill doul.
FINIS. Printed for J. Wiight, J. Clark, W. Thackeray and T. Passenger.