The youngman's trial: Or, Betty's Denial,  
They loved, they liked, but did not Wed, which made the youngman sad:  
But if he finds a maidenhead, 'tis that will make him glad.  
To the Tune of, The fits come on me now.  

 

OH fie upon Cupid's skill,  
for with his politic Dart  
He did command my will,  
and pierced my tender heart.  
I loved a Lass of late,  
but could not be loved again:  
I cho● her to be my Mate,  
but that proved labour in vain.   

O I have been over the Water,  
and I have been over the Sea,  
And I have done more for Betty  
than Betty will do for me.   

When first a suitor I came,  
she modestly did deny;  
But love my heart did inflame,  
that further I meant to try.  
I asked her free good will,  
but she a little did mock;  
But had she been constant still  
I'd bought her a Holland Smock.  
O I have been over the Sea, &c.   

As Lovers do lovingly play,  
so sweetly we two did kiss,  
And kindly to h●●● did say.  
Sweetheart, how likest thou this?  
I bought her a Hat and a Gown,  
I ga●e her a Golden Ring;  
But if I should lay her down,  
I'd give her a better thing.  
O I have, &c.   

Sometimes she would merrily talk  
and like to the Nightingale sing.  
In the fields we often did walk  
which delicate pleasure did bring.  
Sometimes she'd give me a kiss,  
and then must dally a while:  
No harm was done in all this,  
which made my worship to smile.  
O I have, &c.   

Her Cheeks were like the Rose,  
her Lips as red as a Cherry;  
If we had no worser Foes  
'twould make us all full merry,  
Her Hair like threads of Gold,  
hath fettered me in a jin;  
I cannot get out of her hold,  
though easily I went in.  
O I have been over, &c.    

The ●●co●d Part,  
To the same Tune.  
 

〈…〉 Saint,  
〈◊〉 wears no curled locks,  
Though many their faces paint,  
and are powdered with a Pox:  
She's witty, wary and wise,  
she's nimble, pretty, and coy;  
And yet I perceive by her eyes,  
she longs for a chopping Boy.   

O I have been over the Water,  
and I have been over the Sea,  
And I have done more for Betty  
than Betty will do for me.   

Some wenches are wanton and wild,  
whose middles you quickly may span  
Yet some would fain have a child,  
without the help of a man.  
But what makes a woman to joy,  
being freed from troubles and harms,  
When she hath a pretty fine Boy  
to Lullaby in her arms.  
O I have, &c.   

If Betty had lovingly done,  
and wedded with me before,  
She now might have had a Son,  
a Daughter or two that's more:  
She loses her teeming time,  
as other fair Maidens do,  
O that is a horrible crime,  
and a pitiful treason too:   

O I have been over the Water,  
and I have been over the Sea,  
And I have done more for Betty,  
than Betty will do for me,   

If Betty will still stand out,  
I'll go a wooing to Nan,  
She's willing without any doubt  
to lie by the side of a man:  
Or else I will go unto Kate,  
and take her about the middle;  
I heard her speaking of late  
for one to play on her Fiddle.  
O I have. &c.   

I'll speak to Nelly and Rose,  
to Mary, Susan, and Grace,  
To Ginny, or any of those  
that lovingly will embrace:  
To Frances, Bridget, and Doll,  
to Esther, Parnel, and Joan;  
And when I have wooed them all,  
I'll wed them every one.   

O I have been over the Water,  
and I have been over the Land,  
And I have done more for Betty  
than Betty will understand.   
Finis.   

LONDON, Printed for John Andrews, at the White-Lyon in the Old-bailey, 1655.