The Passionate Damsel; OR, THE True Miss of a MAN.  
In which she sets forth a true Sense of her Sorrow.  
O come away, young Men I pray,  
and grant me my Request;  
Without your aid I am afraid  
I never shall have rest.  
To the Tune of, The Virtue of the Pudding.  

This may be Printed,  
R. P.   
 
 
 

I Am a young Maid of Beauty bright,  
that have a desire indeed to be Wed,  
That I might take part of such pleasant delight  
that ev'ry young Woman enjoys in the Bed  

With a Husband.    

This does my heart with sorrow seize  
to see young Dolly nay, Bridget and Joan,  
How they have their Sweethearts to walk where they please  
while I in much sorrow make pitiful moan  

For a Husband.    

There's little pretty smirking John,  
he formerly told me I should be his Bride  
But he has forsaken me, and taken young Nan,  
therefore in much sorrow my patience is tried  

For a Husband.    
 
 
 

That he would do so, I ne'er did dream,  
when I used to feast him with Apples & Ale,  
And often with Cheesecakes, nay, Custards and Cream,  
And yet he hath left me to weep and bewail  

For a Husband.    

Take pity of me some Man I pray,  
for into despair I'm ready to fall,  
If you have no Money the Parson to pay,  
I'll pawn my best Petticoat, Smock and all  

For a Husband.    

Once Johnny he set me on his Knee,  
and many sweet Kisses of him then I had,  
And he with Embraces so cudled me,  
that e'er since that time I have been almost mad  

For a Husband.    

Alas! I cannot sleep in my Bed,  
but every night there I tumble and toss,  
And many strange Rumours doth run in my head  
I freely declare that I am at a loss  

For a Husband.    

Now any young Man I would embrace,  
that willing is then my distemper to cure,  
I hope there is some that will pity my Case,  
for no Body knows what I daily endure  

For a Husband.    

My Cheeks were once clear, white and red,  
like the very Rose or the Lilies so fair;  
But now you may see it is paler than Lead,  
and I am almost at the point of Despair  

For a Husband.    

Since I have lost my true Love John,  
I wish I could have either Robin or Dick  
There's no one so much knows the miss of a Man,  
as I that in sorrow hath sighed myself sick  

For a Husband.    

Alas! I see still day by day,  
a many young Women that now are with Child,  
And I that am many years older than they  
must still live a Maid which makes me grow wild  

For a Husband.    

O that I might have my Delight  
on me for a Living he then should rely,  
I'd labour all day, and I'd please him at night,  
there's none in the World should be kinder than I  

To a Husband.     

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