%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Passionate Damsel; / OR, THE / True Miss of a MAN. / In which she sets forth a true Sence of her Sorrow. / O come away, young Men I pray, / and grant me my Request; / Without your aid I am afraid / I never shall have rest. 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 05/20/2021 37659

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R35096 1 The Vertue of the Pudding With a Fading The Virtue of the Pudding I Am a young Maid of beauty bright, / that have a desire indeed to be Wed, With a Husband. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 159 The Passionate Damsel; / OR, THE / True Miss of a MAN. / In which she sets forth a true Sence of her Sorrow. / O come away, young Men I pray, / and grant me my Request; / Without your aid I am afraid / I never shall have rest. The Passionate Damsel; OR, THE True Miss of a MAN. In which she sets forth a true Sense of her Sorrow. O come away, young Men I pray, and grant me my Request; Without your aid I am afraid I never shall have rest. ?-? P. Brooksby

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I Am a young Maid of Beauty bright, that have a desire indeed to be Wed, That I might take part of such pleasant delight that e'ry young Woman enjoys in the Bed With a Husband. This does my heart with sorrow seize to see young Dolly nay, Bridget and Joan, How they have their Sweethearts to walk where they please
while I in much sorrow make pitiful moan For a Husband. There's little pritty smirking John, he formerly told me I should be his Bride But he has forsook me, and taken young Nan, therefore in much sorrow my patience is try'd For a Husband.
That he would do so, I ne'er did dream, when I us'd to feast him with Apples & Ale, And often with Cheese-Cakes, nay, Custards and Cream, And yet he hath left me to weep and bewail For a Husband. Take pity of me some Man I pray, for into despair I'm ready to fall, If you have no Money the Parson to pay, I'll pawn my best Petticoat, Smock and all For a Husband. Once Johnny he set me on his Knee, and many sweet Kisses of him then I had, And he with Embraces so cudled me, that e'er since that time I have been almost mad For a Husband. Alas! I cannot sleep in my Bed, but every night there I tumble and toss, And many strange Rumours doth run in my head I freely declare that I am at a loss For a Husband. Now any young Man I would embrace, that willing is then my distemper to cure,
I hope there is some that will pity my Case, for no Body knows what I daily endure For a Husband. My Cheeks were once clear, white and red, like the very Rose or the Lillies so fair; But now you may see it is paler then Lead, and I am almost at the point of Despair For a Husband. Since I have lost my true Love John, I wish I could have either Robin or Dick There's no one so much knows the miss of a Man, as I that in sorrow hath sigh'd my self sick For a Husband. Alas! I see still day by day, a many young Women that now are with Child, And I that am many years older than they must still live a Maid which makes me grow wild For a Husband. O that I might have my Delight on me for a Living he then should rely, I'd labour all day, and I'd please him at night, there's none in the World should be kinder than I To a Husband.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner.