The Trappaned MAIDEN: OR, The Distressed Damsel.  
This Girl was cunningly trappaned,  
Sent to Virginny from England;  
Where she doth Hardship undergo,  
There is no Cure, it must be so:  
But if she lives to cross the Main,  
She vows she'll ne'er go there again.  
Licenced and Entered according to Order.  
 
 

GIve ear unto a Maid,  
That lately was betrayed,  
And sent into Virginia O:  
In brief I shall declare,  
What I have suffered there,   

When that I was weary,  
weary, weary, weary, O.   

When that first I came  
To this Land of Fame,  
Which is called Virginny, O:  
The Axe and the Hoe  
Have brought my Overthrow,   

When that, etc.   

Five Years served I,  
Under Master Guy,  
In the Land of Virginny, O:  
Which made me for to know,  
Sorrow, Grief and Woe;   

When that, etc.   

When my Dame says, Go,  
Then I must do so,  
In the Land of Virginny, O:  
When she sits at meat,  
Then I have none to eat,   

When that, etc.   

The clothes that I brought in  
They are worn very thin,  
In the Land of Virginny, O:  
Which makes me for to say,   

Alas, and Welladay,  
When that, etc.   

Instead of Beds of ease,  
To lie down when I please,  
In the Land of Virginny, O:  
Upon a Bed of Straw,  
I lay down full of Woe,   

When that I was weary,  
weary, weary, weary, O.   

Then the Spider she  
Daily waits on me,  
In the Land of Virginny, O:  
Round about my Bed,  
She spins her tender web,   

When that I am weary,  
weary, weary, weary, O.   

So soon as it is day,  
To work I must away,  
the Land of Virginia, O;  
Then my Dame she knocks  
With her Tinderbox,   

When that, etc.   

I have played my part,  
Both at Blow and Cart,  
In the Land of Virginny, O:  
Billets from the Wood,  
Upon my back they load,   

When that, etc.   

Instead of drinking Beer,  
I drink the water clear,  
In the Land of Virginny, O:  
Which makes me pale and wan,  
Do all that e'er I can,   

When that, etc.   

If my Dame says, Go,  
I dare not say no,  
In the Land of Virginny, O:  
The Water from the Spring,  
Upon my head I bring,   

When that, etc.   

When the Mill doth stand,  
I'm ready at command,  
In the Land of Virginny, O:  
The Mortar for to make,  
Which made my heart to ache,   

When that, etc.   

When the Child doth cry,  
I must sing, By a by;  
In the Land of Virginny, O;  
No rest that I can have,  
Whilst I am here a Slave,   

When that, etc.   

A thousand Woes beside,  
That I do here abide,  
In the Land of Virginny O:  
In misery I spend  
My time that hath no end,   

When that, etc.   

Then let Maids beware,  
All my by ill-fare,  
In the Land of Virginny, O:  
Be sure you stay at home,  
For if you do here come,   

You all will be weary, etc.   

But if be my chance,  
Homewards to advance,  
From the Land of Virginny, O:  
If that I once more  
Land on English Shore;   

I'll no more be weary,  
weary, weary, weary, O.    

Printed by and for W. O. and sold by A. Bettesworth, on London bridge▪