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<HEAD><HI>The Crafty Maid: OR,</HI> The young Man put to his Trumps.</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>He did begin to Wooe this Maid</HI></L>
<L><HI>But &s;he not believed one word he &s;aid;</HI></L>
<L><HI>She put him off then, with a Jear,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;ent him away with a Flea in's Ear.</HI></L>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of <HI>The De&s;pairing Maid:</HI> or, <HI>Fye Love, fye.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>IN <HI>Moor-fields</HI> one Evening Tide,</L>
<L>A pretty couple there I e&s;py'd,</L>
<L>A dainty young Man and a La&s;s,</L>
<L>But you &s;hall hear what came to pa&s;s,</L>
<L>He &s;trait began to court this Maid,</L>
<L>And thought her heart for to betray:</L>
<L>But &s;he would not yield to his De&s;ire,</L>
<L>As by the Story you &s;hall hear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To Complement he did begin,</L>
<L>The Maid's Affection for to win,</L>
<L>With Speeches fair he did intreat,</L>
<L>And often &s;aid his Heart would break.</L>
<L>Quoth he, I am my Father's Heir,</L>
<L>And have Three&s;core pound a year;</L>
<L>I will maintain you gallantly,</L>
<L>If thou wilt yield my Bride to he.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Therefore I pray you be not coy,</L>
<L>For thou &s;halt be my only Ioy,</L>
<L>If thou denie&s;t thou wilt break my Heart;</L>
<L>For did'&s;t thou feel the deadly &s;mart</L>
<L>Which I &s;u&s;tain both day and night</L>
<L>For thee, which art my Hearts delight;</L>
<L>Therefore my Deare&s;t pity me,</L>
<L>Or I &s;hall dye for love of thee.</L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>The Maid.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Good Sir I thank you for your Love,</L>
<L>Of your Di&s;cour&s;e I don't approve;</L>
<L>For many now a days I &s;ee,</L>
<L>Do bring them&s;elves to Poverty,</L>
<L>By Marrying whil&s;t they are &s;o young,</L>
<L>But I'll not do my &s;elf &s;uch wrong;</L>
<L>Therefore forbear, thy Suit's in vain,</L>
<L>I will not Marry I tell ye plain.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<LG>
<L>You &s;ay you have Three&s;core pound a year,</L>
<L>What if thou ha&s;t, I do not care,</L>
<L>I knew tho&s;e that had three times more,</L>
<L>And &s;pent it all upon a Whore,</L>
<L>And &s;o may thou for ought I know,</L>
<L>For all you make &s;o fair a Show,</L>
<L>Then he content, and do not prate,</L>
<L>For fear that I &s;hould break thy pate.</L>
</LG>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The young Man.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>The young Man &s;tanding in a mare,</L>
<L>And on the Maid did &s;trangely gaze,</L>
<L>At la&s;t he made her this Reply,</L>
<L>And unto her the&s;e words did &s;ay:</L>
<L>What ails thee for to be to cro&s;s?</L>
<L>In troth I like thee wor&s;e and wor&s;e,</L>
<L>Of all the Maids that e'er I &s;ee,</L>
<L>I never heard the like of thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sweet-heart believe me, or el&s;e chu&s;e,</L>
<L>I'd have thee know I am none of tho&s;e,</L>
<L>That &s;pend my means upon a Whore,</L>
<L>Or run upo the Ale-wives Score;</L>
<L>No I will better be advi&s;ed,</L>
<L>It's good to be merry and wi&s;e;</L>
<L>For Friends I &s;ee are very &s;cant,</L>
<L>If that a Man do's come to want.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maid.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>My Friend, quoth &s;he, what you have &s;aid,</L>
<L>Is not half true, I am afraid;</L>
<L>I cannot think you're &s;o preci&s;e,</L>
<L>One may &s;ee plainly by your Eyes;</L>
<L>Your Hair is of the Colour right,</L>
<L>To cozen Maids is your delight;</L>
<L>But thou &s;halt ne'er prove fal&s;e to me,</L>
<L>Or I will ne'er prove true to thee;</L>
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<LG>
<L>Therefore forbear my Company,</L>
<L>And henceforth come not me a nigh,</L>
<L>For I am not re&s;olved to Wed,</L>
<L>Nor yet to loo&s;e my Maiden-head:</L>
<L>A &s;ingle Life is void of Care,</L>
<L>For married Wives mu&s;t pinch and &s;pare,</L>
<L>There Charge for to maintain I &s;ee,</L>
<L>Therefore a &s;ingle Life for me.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>The Man.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Saing thou prove&s;t &s;o unkind,</L>
<L>I am re&s;olved to change my mind;</L>
<L>A hundred pound I have in &s;tore,</L>
<L>And Three&s;core pound a year more,</L>
<L>If I can find an hone&s;t Girl,</L>
<L>I'll prize her more than Gold or Pearl,</L>
<L>And &s;he &s;hall live a Ladies Life,</L>
<L>After &s;he's Maid my wedded Wife.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And &s;o farewell, thou &s;cornfull Dame,</L>
<L>In time thou maye&s;t repent the &s;ame,</L>
<L>That thou to me did&s;t prove untrue,</L>
<L>In time thou maye&s;t have cau&s;e to rue;</L>
<L>Before that I will Marry thee,</L>
<L>I'll hang my &s;elf upon a Tree,</L>
<L>Rather I'll give my Wealth and Store,</L>
<L>To one that begs from door to door.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>The Maid.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Farewell, be gone, thou &s;awey Iack,</L>
<L>With thy Wealth and Money prithee pack,</L>
<L>My Portion is an hundred pound,</L>
<L>In Silver, and in good Gold &s;o round,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides my Mother &s;he doth cry,</L>
<L>I &s;hall have all when &s;he doth dye,</L>
<L>Then what need I care for thy Wealth?</L>
<L>Then as thou &s;aye&s;t, go hang thy &s;elf.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For I am re&s;olved as I begun</L>
<L>To end, and &s;o conclude my Song,</L>
<L>A &s;ingle Life I hold it be&s;t,</L>
<L>And thereon &s;till my mind is pre&s;t;</L>
<L>For Marriage brings Sorrow and Care,</L>
<L>So in it I'll not bear a &s;hare,</L>
<L>Since young Men are &s;o &s;ickle grown,</L>
<L>I am re&s;olved to hold my own.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So Maids of you I'll take my leave,</L>
<L>Let no fal&s;e young Men you deceive,</L>
<L>For many they are hard to tru&s;t,</L>
<L>Scarce one in twenty proveth ju&s;t:</L>
<L>I for my own part will advi&s;e</L>
<L>All Maids henceforth for to be wi&s;e,</L>
<L>And have a care who you do wed,</L>
<L>For fear you bring a Knave to Bed.</L>
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