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<DATE>2008-03-03</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>The Sorrowfull Dam&s;els Lamentation For Want of a Husband.</HEAD>
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<L>This Maiden &s;ure was in a Longing Temper,</L>
<L>And Young men they are to blame that would venture,</L>
<L>It is pity any Dam&s;el &s;he</L>
<L>Should Want the help of a Young man's Company.</L>
<L>This Maidens Fortune proves &s;o very Hard,</L>
<L>That never a Young does her no more Regard</L>
<L>But Young men hereafter be &s;ure to have Care,</L>
<L>They do not bring Young Maidens to De&s;pair.</L>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>The Country Farmer.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>I am a poor maiden lives in great di&s;tre&s;s,</L>
<L>I am &s;orely tormented now I do con&s;e&s;</L>
<L>To &s;ee &s;o many are marryed and I lye a lone</L>
<L>That I have &s;o long tary<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">d and &s;till can get none</L>
<L>I am ready to fret my &s;elf out of my wit</L>
<L>To &s;ee many have Husbands, and I a maid yet,</L>
<L>Which makes me to feet &amp; to grieve and to make moan</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To &s;ee &s;o many get Husbands and I can get none.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I &s;hall be undone if &s;ome cour&s;e be not tane</L>
<L>I am &s;o much troubled with lying alone</L>
<L>To lye in my Bed and to to&s;s as I do</L>
<L>It will kill any maiden the truth it is &s;o,</L>
<L>I tumble, I pull and I hall and I tear,</L>
<L>When I think of a Husband but I am never the near</L>
<L>Which makes me to fret and to grieve &amp; to make moan</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To &s;ee &s;o, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When I &s;ee a young woman to give a young child the Brea&s;t</L>
<L>I am mightily vexed and &s;orely oppre&s;t </L>
<L>Becau&s;e I can't have the Comfort of a man</L>
<L>I am ready to go mad let me do what I can</L>
<L>My maiden head louds me &s;o &s;ore I do &s;ay,</L>
<L>I am in great danger I &s;hall go a&s;tray</L>
<L>Which makes me to fret and grieve and to make moan</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To &s;ee &s;o, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When I am a making the Beds oh then I do &s;wear</L>
<L>I could wi&s;h that &s;ome prity Young man I had there</L>
<L>That would humour my Fancy to give me Content</L>
<L>That I might be marry'd I am &s;o fully bent</L>
<L>For never poor maiden had more need of a Cure</L>
<L>To lye with a Husband oh that would be pure</L>
<L>But &s;till I do fret to grieve and make moan</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To &s;ee &s;o many get Husbands and I can get none.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There is now little pitty in Youngmen I find</L>
<L>That a maiden &s;hould prove them to be &s;o unkind</L>
<L>To &s;ee other maidens that now are Wed</L>
<L>What Comfort they have when with Husbands they're Sped</L>
<L>While I do lye knawing the &s;heets all the night </L>
<L>To think of the Comfort, I'de have if I might</L>
<L>Which makes me to fret to grieve and make moan</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To &s;ee &s;o many get Husbands and I can get none.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Of all maidens in <HI>London</HI> my Luck is the Wor&s;t</L>
<L>That I cannot get marry'd, fore I am Cro&s;t</L>
<L>And &s;o many Young men that in <HI>London</HI> there be</L>
<L>And never a One do except now of me</L>
<L>I think I was born in the Ar&s;e of the Moon</L>
<L>That never a One will take me in my Bloom</L>
<L>Which makes me to fret and to Cry I'm undone</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To &s;ee &s;o, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Longing will kill me I greatly do fear</L>
<L>If I be not marry'd before the next year</L>
<L>Therefore if &s;ome Young man will take pitty on me</L>
<L>And to ea&s;e all my Grief and my great mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>Then I &s;hould be eas'd and clear out of Sorrow</L>
<L>Tho' to have a Husband of my own that I need not to bor|row</L>
<L>But yet I do fret and grieve and make moan</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To &s;ee &s;o, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There was never no maiden &s;o &s;orely oppre&s;t</L>
<L>For want of a Husband I take little Re&s;t</L>
<L>And yet there is no Young man that comes on this way</L>
<L>That I can have his favour with me for to &s;tay</L>
<L>I fear Ile be glad for to mourn all my Life,</L>
<L>Neither Rich man nor Poor man will make his Wife</L>
<L>Which makes me to fret and grieve and make moan</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To &s;ee &s;o, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now I have told the be&s;t part of my mind</L>
<L>I &s;hall dye a Maiden Young men are &s;o unkind</L>
<L>It do's Kill my heart that 'its Ready to brake</L>
<L>When I &s;ee &s;o many Young men to walk in the &s;treets</L>
<L>And never a One will take me to be Marry'd</L>
<L>That I fear all the days of my Life I mu&s;t tarry</L>
<L>I have the wor&s;t luck now to lye all alone</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>To &s;ee &s;o many get Husbands and I can get none.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<DIV1 TYPE="colophon">
<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby</HI> at the <HI>Golden Ball</HI> in <HI>Pye-corner.</HI></P>
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