The Hasty Damosel. OR, Her worthy Praise of her Beloved William, a Seaman.  
The Maid would fain a Husband gain,  
to give her true content;  
Her Mother she most willingly  
at length did give consent.  
T●●e of, The Seaman's departure, or, Doubting Virgin.  

This may be printed,  
R. P.   
 

MOther, pray when shall I marry,  
and receive a woman's due?  
Do you think that I will tarry  
while I am as old as you?  
Men and Maidens then will flout me,  
but I now have sweethearts store,  
Harry, Will and Tom's about me;  
nay, besides a dozen more.   

This did cause her Mother's laughter,  
then immediately she said,  
Sure you an't so hasty Daughter,  
who lives better than a Maid?  
This discourse, said she, don't please me,  
there is Robin, Ralph and Will,  
Kiss and court, and daily tease me,  
thus they do torment me still.   

Three or four each day comes to me,  
than they seldom do agree;  
They so eager are to woo me,  
that I fear they'll fight for me:  
But if things were rightly carried,  
I should lead a happy life;  
That is, if I once were married  
this would straightway end the strife.   
 

LIkewise for another Reason  
I indeed would fain be wed;  
In the cold in winter season  
I shall lie full warm in bed.  
Then bespoke her loving mother,  
which of these prey will you have?  
Will, said she, above all other,  
he's a man both neat and brave.   

Never was a finer Sailor;  
every one will speak his praise;  
True, I might have had a Tailor,  
but I did not like his ways;  
He showed me a deal of Cabbage  
which he pinched the week before;  
But I slaved him, and outbraved him,  
so that he came there no more.   

After him, a Miller, Mother,  
came and did in love proceed,  
But as I had served the tother,  
so I served him indeed:  
Neither Miller, no nor Tailor,  
ever shall my love obtain;  
But a noble-hearted Sailor,  
who hath ploughed the Ocean main.   

He hath sailed to foreign Nations,  
in the Straits, to France and Spain;  
I of him give this Relation,  
when as he returned again,  
Gold and Silver he had plenty,  
with Apparel neat and trim,  
Might I have the choice of twenty,  
i'd forsake them all for him.   

He is of a comely carriage,  
like him there is hardly one;  
If I ever join in marriage,  
it shall be with him alone:  
I will never be unruly,  
but in true Obedience stand;  
Pray now mother tell me truly,  
is he not a pretty man?   

Yes, I like him, therefore Daughter,  
may you both full happy be;  
Marry now, or else hereafter,  
it shall be all one to me.  
She no sooner had consented,  
that she should be made a Bride,  
But the Tears of joy was vented,  
with a thousand thanks beside.    

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Py-corner.