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<HEAD>The Love-&s;ick Maid quickly Revived.</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Within the prime time of the Spring,</HI></L>
<L><HI>VVithin a Meadow &s;he did &s;ing;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;olemnly the&s;e words &s;he &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I fear that I &s;hall dye a maid:</HI></L>
<L><HI>But her Sweet heart in Ambu&s;h lay,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And heard the words that &s;he did &s;ay;</HI></L>
<L><HI>As in this Ditty you may hear</HI></L>
<L><HI>If that you plea&s;e but to give ear.</HI></L>
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<OPENER><HI>Tune is, What &s;hall I do, &s;hall I dye for love,</HI> &amp;c. Or, <HI>the Hay-makers.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>AS I was walking forth of late,</L>
<L>within the Meadows gay,</L>
<L>It was in the prime time of the &s;pring,</L>
<L>in the merry Month of <HI>May</HI></L>
<L>I heard a Maiden &s;weetly &s;ing,</L>
<L>&s;ome Young man pitty me,</L>
<L><HI>O what &s;hall I do &s;hall I dy a Maid</HI></L>
<L><HI>and never married be.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Full twenty years of age am I,</L>
<L>yea almo&s;t twenty one,</L>
<L>Which makes me cry, what luck have I</L>
<L>&s;o long to lye alone:</L>
<L>When younger maids they &s;weet-hearts have</L>
<L>as dayly I do &s;ee,</L>
<L><HI>what &s;hall I do, &s;hall I dy a maid</HI></L>
<L><HI>and never married be.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Mantua Gown is of pure Silk</L>
<L>made of the neate&s;t fa&s;hion,</L>
<L>My &s;mock is Cambrick, white as Milk</L>
<L>as any in the Nation:</L>
<L>My petticoats are made &s;o &s;hort,</L>
<L>young men my Legs may &s;ee,</L>
<L><HI>O what &s;hall I do, &s;hall I dy a Maid</HI></L>
<L><HI>and never married be.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To Markets and Fairs I do repair</L>
<L>as other Maidens do,</L>
<L>To &s;ee what young man will be there,</L>
<L>my per&s;on for to Woe;</L>
<L>Yet all in vain, I come again,</L>
<L>for none doth pitty me,</L>
<L><HI>Which makes me afraid, I &s;hall dy a maid</HI></L>
<L><HI>and never married be.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I go to Church as Maidens do;</L>
<L>and for &s;mall Devotion &s;ake,</L>
<L>But to &s;ee what true-Love I can find,</L>
<L>my Husband for to make:</L>
<L>I often wi&s;h, but have not &s;peak,</L>
<L>my blu&s;hing hinders me</L>
<L><HI>Which makes me afraid I &s;hall dy a maid</HI></L>
<L><HI>and never marryed be.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What if my Portion be but &s;mall,</L>
<L>I much of him will make,</L>
<L>And If &s;uch Fortune to me fall</L>
<L>great pains with him i'le take,</L>
<L>A con&s;tant wife, while I have life,</L>
<L>he &s;till &s;hall find of me,</L>
<L><HI>For loath I am to dye a maid,</HI></L>
<L><HI>but fain would married be.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>This Youngman he in Ambu&s;h lay,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And heard this Maid what &s;he did &s;ay;</HI></L>
<L><HI>How &s;he complain'd mo&s;t civily,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For fear a Maiden &s;he &s;hould dye.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till at the la&s;t blind <HI>Cupid</HI> he</HI></L>
<L><HI>Did wound his heart with her Beauty:</HI></L>
<L><HI>therefore to end up all the &s;trife,</HI></L>
<L><HI>He woo'd and wed her for his wife.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>I Hearing of this Maidens moan,</L>
<L>as in the Bu&s;h I lay,</L>
<L>Delighting in her merry tone;</L>
<L>I to my &s;elf did &s;ay,</L>
<L>Thy beauty bright dazles my &s;ight,</L>
<L>if thy heart and tongue agree,</L>
<L><HI>It &s;hall never be &s;aid, thou &s;halt dye a maid,</HI></L>
<L><HI>if thou can&s;t fancy me.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Then baldly I kept unto this Maid,</L>
<L>and took her by the hand,</L>
<L>And unto her the&s;e words did &s;ay</L>
<L>Lady at your Command,</L>
<L>My Service and my per&s;on both,</L>
<L>is ready here you &s;ee,</L>
<L><HI>It ne'r &s;hall be &s;aid, thou dy'd a maid,</HI></L>
<L><HI>if you can fancy me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy Portion be it great or &s;mall,</L>
<L>for that I do not care,</L>
<L>True Love and Fancy pa&s;&s;es all</L>
<L>nothing with it can compare,</L>
<L>Therefore grant me thy love my dear</L>
<L>the like I'le do to thee,</L>
<L><HI>It ne'r &s;hall be &s;aid, thou di'd&s;t a maid,</HI></L>
<L><HI>if thou can&s;t fancy me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then with a &s;mile this Maid reply'd,</L>
<L>I &s;ee I am betray'd,</L>
<L>But yet your Suit is not deny'd,</L>
<L>fulfill what you have &s;aid:</L>
<L>Then of my love you need not <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word">,</L>
<L>if con&s;tant you will be,</L>
<L><HI>Then to your promi&s;e have a care,</HI></L>
<L><HI>with &s;peed to marry me,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So to conclude, away they went,</L>
<L>and married was that day,</L>
<L>Their Parents giving their con&s;ent,</L>
<L>did Solemnize the day:</L>
<L>Where now they live in &s;weet content,</L>
<L>and lovingly agree,</L>
<L><HI>A civil pattern for all maids,</HI></L>
<L><HI>that fain would married be.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>the AUTHOR'S Advice.</HI></P>
<LG>
<L>And &s;o farewel you Maidens all,</L>
<L>living in Town or City,</L>
<L>I &s;peak to you both great and &s;mall,</L>
<L>which hears this merry ditty:</L>
<L>If twenty years be come and gone,</L>
<L>then mark what here is &s;aid,</L>
<L><HI>Be con&s;tant to your fir&s;t true Love,</HI></L>
<L><HI>for fear you dye a maid.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Phil. Brooksby at the Golden hall in We&s;t &s;mithfield.</HI></P>
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