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<DATE>2010-01-06</DATE>
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<NAME>Susie Lorand</NAME>
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<HEAD>THE KENTISH Maiden: OR, The Fumbling Ale-draper Derided.</HEAD>
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<P>Who gave a Handkerchief and Money for a Night's lodg|ing with a La&s;s whom at length he left in the lurch.</P>
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<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>The Langui&s;hing Swain.</HI></OPENER>
<P>Licen&s;ed according to Order.</P>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>I Was a mode&s;t maid of <HI>Kent,</HI></L>
<L>Who never knew what ki&s;&s;ing meant;</L>
<L>Vntil my ma&s;ter tempted me,</L>
<L>With gifts for my virginity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Long was I courted e'er i'd yield,</L>
<L>And when at la&s;t he won the field;</L>
<L>He gave me a lawn kerchief fine</L>
<L>Declaring that it &s;hould be mine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Likewi&s;e a golden guinea bright,</L>
<L>That he might lye with me one night;</L>
<L>I granted his demands &s;traightway</L>
<L>What la&s;s alive, could &s;ay him nay?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He was right generous and free,</L>
<L>Be&s;towing &s;uch large gifts on me;</L>
<L>Yet, I did &s;uch a con&s;cience make,</L>
<L>That I would not his guinea take.</L>
</LG>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>My con&s;cience &s;aid, it was too much,</L>
<L>To take for ju&s;t one &s;ingle touch;</L>
<L>And therefore when he laid it down,</L>
<L>I took no more then one poor crown.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The which he gave me then with &s;peed,</L>
<L>And thus we lovingly agr&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>That he &s;hould have my maiden-head:</L>
<L>I got new cording to my bed,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For fear the old ones they &s;hould brake,</L>
<L>Which would a &s;ad de&s;traction make,</L>
<L>And cau&s;e a &s;trange di&s;covery,</L>
<L>Of all my ma&s;ter's love to me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Clean &s;h&eacute;ets I likewi&s;e did provide,</L>
<L>Nothing was wanting on my &s;ide:</L>
<L>Yet when he to my lodging came,</L>
<L>Alas! he could not play the game.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Our game was &s;ingle rapier fir&s;t;</L>
<L>Now when he came to give the thru&s;t,</L>
<L>A pa&s;s at me could not be made,</L>
<L>He having &s;uch a limber blade.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I bid him to his weapon &s;tand,</L>
<L>I crav'd no favour at his hand:</L>
<L>Yet he was forc'd to &s;neak away,</L>
<L>Before the morning break of day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus was my expectations cro&s;t,</L>
<L>And my dear ma&s;ter's labour lo&s;t:</L>
<L>Which griev'd my very heart full sore,</L>
<L>Was ever maid &s;o balk'd before?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>One &s;orrow never comes alone,</L>
<L>Soon after this my dame did own,</L>
<L>The handkerchief which then I wore,</L>
<L>Saying, That it was her's before.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then did &s;he fly at me in brief,</L>
<L>And told me I had play'd the thief.</L>
<L>Your words I &s;corn, no thief am I,</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall you catch me in a lye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This hankercheif not long ago,</L>
<L>My ma&s;ter did on me be&s;tow,</L>
<L>The night before with me he lay;</L>
<L>Now where's the harm of this I pray?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The mi&s;tre&s;s flew, and call'd her whore,</L>
<L>And by the quoif, the maid &s;he tore;</L>
<L>Mu&s;t you for&s;ooth, my partner be,</L>
<L>Where there's not half enough for me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Dear mi&s;tre&s;s be not in a rage,</L>
<L>You &s;peak the truth I dare ingage:</L>
<L>For though all night by me he lay,</L>
<L>He could not one &s;weet le&s;&s;on play.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But &s;trait in wrath reply'd her dame,</L>
<L>You &s;awcy &s;lut you are to blame,</L>
<L>In letting him lye in your bed;</L>
<L>Suppo&s;e he'd got your maiden-head.</L>
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<LG>
<L>For&s;ooth, &s;aid &s;he, had it been &s;o,</L>
<L>It might have prov'd my overthrow;</L>
<L>But he can never hurt a maid,</L>
<L>With &s;uch a feeble limber blade.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>J. Back,</HI> at the <HI>Black-boy</HI> on <HI>London Bridge.</HI></P>
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