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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The COUNTRY Lawyers Maid JOAN, Containing her Langui&s;hing Lamentation for want of a Man, which at length &s;he met with, being her Ma&s;ters Man <HI>Mark.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune of <HI>Turn Coat of the Times.</HI></OPENER>
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<P>Licen&s;ed according to Order.</P>
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<L>YOu Batchelors all attend,</L>
<L>And &s;tand a poor Maidens Friend,</L>
<L>My Sorrows to you I &s;end,</L>
<L>In order to let you know</L>
<L>My pas&s;ionate grief and woe,</L>
<L>And what I do undergo:</L>
<L>In langui&s;hing &s;ort I lye,</L>
<L>Here ready to &s;igh and dye,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>The Grief I &s;u&s;tain, for want of a Man,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There's no body knows but I.</HI></L>
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<L>There's my young Si&s;ter <HI>Kate,</HI></L>
<L>She's Marry'd I hear of late</L>
<L>Unto a young Sparki&s;h Mate;</L>
<L>But I poor hone&s;t <HI>Joan,</HI></L>
<L>Mu&s;t langui&s;h and lye alone,</L>
<L>Not any regards my moan:</L>
<L>In &s;orrowful &s;ort I cry,</L>
<L>Here ready with grief to dye,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>What pain I endure for want of a Man,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There's no body knows but I.</HI></L>
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<L>I Think I have Beauty bright,</L>
<L>Young Batchelors to delight,</L>
<L>I wonder that they &s;hould &s;light</L>
<L>Such amorous Charms as mine,</L>
<L>And &s;uffer me to repine,</L>
<L>My Life I &s;hall &s;oon re&s;ign:</L>
<L>For langui&s;hing here I lye,</L>
<L>O ready this Day to dye,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>The Grief I &s;u&s;tain, for want of a Man,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There's no body knows but I.</HI></L>
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</LG>
<LG>
<L>I commonly do repair</L>
<L>To every Wake and Fair,</L>
<L>Dre&s;t up in my Powder'd Hair,</L>
<L>My Beauty &s;till to adorn,</L>
<L>And yet I am held in &s;corn,</L>
<L>Ah! would I had ne'r been born,</L>
<L>For langui&s;hing here I lye,</L>
<L>And ready this Day to dye,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>The Grief I &s;u&s;tain, for want of a Man,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There's no body knows but I.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Young <HI>Robin</HI> the Millers Son,</L>
<L>When he had my Favour won,</L>
<L>He did to another run;</L>
<L>Thus hurry'd me to De&s;pair,</L>
<L>As knowing the gri<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">f and care</L>
<L>Was greater than I could bear,</L>
<L>For langui&s;hing did I lye,</L>
<L>I'll tell ye dear Friends, for why?</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>The Grief I &s;u&s;tain, for want of a Man,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There's no body knows but I.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
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<L>Were husbands to be &s;old,</L>
<L>And I had as much bright Gold,</L>
<L>As ever my Lap could hold;</L>
<L>Nay, if I had ten times more,</L>
<L>I'd freely part with that &s;tore,</L>
<L>I tell you dear Friends, before</L>
<L>I langui&s;hing thus would lye,</L>
<L>A husband, in troth, I'd buy,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>The Grief I &s;u&s;tain, for want of a Man,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There's no body knows but I.</HI></L>
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<L>A Husband I dearly lack,</L>
<L>Tho' he be a Collier black,</L>
<L>Or Pedlar with his Pack,</L>
<L>That travels the Nation wide,</L>
<L>'Tis all one to me, &s;he cry'd,</L>
<L>I'd willingly be a Bride:</L>
<L>For langui&s;hing here I lye,</L>
<L>Nay ready this Day to dye,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>The Grief I &s;u&s;tain, for want of a Man,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There's no body knows but I.</HI></L>
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<L>At length came lu&s;ty <HI>Mark,</HI></L>
<L>A Country Lawyers Clark,</L>
<L>And tickl'd her in the dark;</L>
<L>He litt on the very Vein,</L>
<L>The place of her grief and pain,</L>
<L>And caus'd her to laugh amain &amp;</L>
<L>And merrily did reply,</L>
<L>O this is the Death I'd dye,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>What Grief I endur'd for want of a Man,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There's no body knew but I.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back.</P>
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