The Lass of Lynn’s sorrowful Lamentation
for the Loss of her Maiden-Head.
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I Am a young Lass of Lynn,
Who often said thank you too;
My Belly’s now almost to my Chin,
I cannot tell what to do.
My being so free and kind,
Does make my Heart to rue;
The sad Effects of this I find,
And cannot tell what to do.
My Petticoats which I wore,
And likewise my Aprons too;
Alass, they are all too short before,
I cannot, &c.
Was ever young Maid so crost,
As I who thank’d him too:
For why, my Maiden-head is lost,
I cannot tell what to do.
In sorrowful sort I cry’d,
And may now for ever rue;
The Pain lies in my Back and Side,
I cannot tell what to do.
Alass I was kind and mild,
But now the same I rue;
Having no Father for my Child,
I cannot, &c.
I took but a Touch in jest,
Believe me this is true;
Yet I have proved, I protest,
And cannot, &c.
He crav’d my Virginity,
And gave me his own in lieu;
In this I find I was too kind,
And cannot, &c.
Each Damsel will me degrade,
And so will the young Men too;
I’m neither Widow, Wife, nor Maid,
I cannot, &c.
A Cradle I must provide,
A Chair and Posset too;
Nay, likewise twenty Things beside,
I cannot, &c.
When I was a Maiden fair,
Such Sorrows I never knew;
But now my Heart is full of Care,
I cannot, &c.
Oh what will become of me,
My Belly’s as big as two;
’Tis with a Two-legg’d Tympany,
I cannot tell what to do.
You Lasses that hear my Moan,
If you will your Joys renew;
Besure, while Married, lye alone,
Or else you at length may rue.
I came of as good a Race,
As most is in Lynn’s fair Town;
And cost a great deal bringing up,
But a little Thing laid me down.
The Jovial Tinker.
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