The loving Chamber Maid. Or, Vindication of a departed Maidenhead.  
Being the Art to lie with a Man and yet be a Virgin.  
To a New Tune  

Maidens— but Ah what is a maid I pray  
An infant Female that scarce views the day,  
For e'er the things we Virgins call aspire  
To 13 years, they feel a strange desire:  
Longing for what themselves can scarcely tell,  
Which strange desire of make their bellies swell  
And then what 'tis they know too fatal well.   
 
 

SHut the door after me,  
pull off the Bowl,  
I'll blow in the Candle  
the best of you all,  
And all the World  
shall ne'er me persuade,  
But that I'm a maid,  
Ay a very good maid.   

I ne'er lay with any  
unless it were one,  
And yet I dare venture  
or look at the Sun,  
And all the world etc.   

I had but one small one,  
what am I the worse  
I ne'er gave it Suck  
but I put it to Nurse,  
And all the world etc.   

Perhaps 'twas my Master  
that got it, what then,  
My Mistress ne'er knew on't  
nor none of our men,  
And all the world  
shall ne'er me persuade,  
But that I'm a maid  
Ay a very good maid.   

For I can pass currant  
and sell it again,  
To some Fop o'th' City  
who ne'er yet was in,  
And all the world   

Although my Maidenhead  
sporting took flight,  
With heaving and thrusting  
I bid it good night  
Yet all the world   

And if I be clapped too  
then what of all that,  
Some Country Clown  
will be baiting his Cat.  
And all the world   

'tis a known was Marime  
from ages long tracked,  
A Chamber Maids simple  
unless she be cracked.  
Then all the world.   

For she is not fitting  
good counsel to keep,  
When Light-heels her Mistress  
with Gallants does sleep,  
Then all the world   

Tho I should my Mother's  
black Legacy pawn,  
To some doting Broker  
for rigging of Lawn.  
Yet all the world   

For though the did dotard  
should flutter a while  
He could not the fashion  
at Margery spoil.  
Then all the world   

Nay though I should deal  
with a blade of the Town  
A Squire to Venus  
should tumble me down.  
And though he long struggled  
yet none should persuade  
But that I'm etc.   

For she's a mean Strumpet  
that knows not the tricks,  
To try with one Maiden-heats  
dozen of—  
Then all the world  
shall ne'er me persuade,  
But that etc.   

The famous Matronas  
of Whetstone will tell  
That they can a Maidenhead  
sixty times sell,  
Then all the world   

When Cook-maids by Prentices  
oft are beguiled  
And packed in the Country  
when pregnant with child.  
And after delivery  
none them persuades  
But that they are maidens,  
pass currant for maids.   

Once having a smatch  
to trading they fall,  
Set up with a Maidenhead  
common to all.  
And keep open Warehouse,  
than none shall persuade, etc.   

there's none above fifteen  
but if they're put to't,  
Although they deny you  
will willingly do't.  
Therefore no Gallant  
shall ere me persuade,  
but that as maids go  
I'm a very good maid.    

Printed for Phil, Brooksby at the Golden Ball in West smithfield