THE LONDON Lasses Lamentation:  
OR, Her Fear she should never be MARRIED.  
To the Tune of I marry and thank ye too.  
Licenced according to Order.  
 
 

ALas! I am in a Rage,  
and bitterly weep and cry,  
Because I'm nineteen years of age,   

yet cannot be married not I.   

No Gallant regards my moan,  
for Love I am like to die,  
It grieves my Heart to lie alone,   

yet cannot be married not I.   

Mine, Eyes does like Fountains flow,  
as I on my Pillow lie,  
There's none knows what I undergo,   

yet cannot be married not I.   

There's Margery, Sue and Kate,  
has Husbands with them to lie,  
Yet none regards my wretched state,   

yet cannot be married not I.   
 
 

Youngmen I must tell ye true,  
I scorn to report a Lie,  
I am both fair and handsome too,   

yet cannot be married not I.   

My Father is grey and old,  
and surely e'er long will die,  
And though he'll leave me all his Gold,   

I cannot, etc.   

Oh! this my Grief and Care,  
the which I cannot pass by,  
To think I am my Father's Heir,   

yet cannot, etc.   

I am in Distraction hurled,  
and do for a Husband cry,  
It's more to me than all the World,   

yet cannot, etc.   

I am a poor Lovesick Girl,  
and ready with Grief to Die,  
I proffered jewels, Gold and Pearl,   

yet cannot, etc.   

I Silks I am still arrayed,  
and every new Fashion buy,  
Because I am loath to die a Maid,   

yet cannot, etc.   

As fine as the Queen of May,  
I flourish with gallantry,  
I wear my Top-knot every day,   

yet cannot, etc.   

A paint, and I powder still,  
to tempt all that I come nigh,  
But yet let me do what I will,   

yet cannot, etc.   

There's never a Lass in Town,  
for Beauty can me come nigh:  
But Fortune she has sent a Frown,   

I cannot be married not I.   

The Gold which I have in store,  
I value no more than Clay,  
I'd give all, had I ten times more,   

so I might be married to day.