The Sorrowful Damsels Lamentation For Want of a Husband.  
This Maiden sure was in a Longing Temper,  
And Young men they are to blame that would venture,  
It is pity any Damsel she  
Should Want the help of a Young man's Company.  
This Maiden's Fortune proves so very Hard,  
That never a Young does her no more Regard  
But Young men hereafter be sure to have Care,  
They do not bring Young Maidens to Despair.  
To the Tune of, The Country Farmer.  
 
 

I am a poor maiden lives in great distress,  
I am sorely tormented now I do conses  
To see so many are married and I lie a loan  
That I have so long tarried and still can get none  
I am ready to fret myself out of my wit  
To see many have Husbands, and I a maid yet,  
Which makes me to feet & to grieve and to make moan   

To see so many get Husbands and I can get none.   

I shall be undone if some course be not ta'en  
I am so much troubled with lying alone  
To lie in my Bed and to toss as I do  
It will kill any maiden the truth it is so,  
I tumble, I pull and I hall and I tear,  
When I think of a Husband but I am never the near  
Which makes me to fret and to grieve & to make moan   

To see so, etc.   

When I see a young woman to give a young child the Breast  
I am mightily vexed and sorely oppressed  
Because I can't have the Comfort of a man  
I am ready to go mad let me do what I can  
My maiden head louds me so sore I do say,  
I am in great danger I shall go astray  
Which makes me to fret and grieve and to make moan   

To see so, etc.   

When I am a making the Beds o than I do swear  
I could wish that some pretty Young man I had there  
That would humour my Fancy to give me Content  
That I might be married I am so fully bend  
For never poor maiden had more need of a Cure  
To lie with a Husband oh that would be pure  
But still I do fret to grieve and make moan   

To see so many get Husbands and I can get none.   

There is now little pity in young men I find  
That a maiden should prove them to be so unkind  
To see other maidens that now are Wed  
What Comfort they have when with Husbands they're Sped  
While I do lie knawing the sheets all the night  
To think of the Comfort, I'd have if I might  
Which makes me to fret to grieve and make moan   

To see so many get Husbands and I can get none.   

Of all maidens in London my Luck is the Worst  
That I cannot get married, fore I am Crossed  
And so many Young men that in London there be  
And never a One do except now of me  
I think I was born in the Arse of the Moon  
That never a One will take me in my Bloom  
Which makes me to fret and to Cry I'm undone   

To see so, etc.   

My Longing will kill me I greatly do fear  
If I be not married before the next year  
Therefore if some Young man will take pity on me  
And to ease all my Grief and my great misery,  
Then I should be eased and clear out of Sorrow  
Tho' to have a Husband of my own that I need not to borrow  
But yet I do fret and grieve and make moan   

To see so, etc.   

There was never no maiden so sorely oppressed  
For want of a Husband I take little Rest  
And yet there is no Young man that comes on this way  
That I can have his favour with me for to stay  
I fear I'll be glad for to mourn all my Life,  
Neither Rich man nor Poor man will make his Wife  
Which makes me to fret and grieve and make moan   

To see so, etc.   

And now I have told the best part of my mind  
I shall die a Maiden Young men are so unkind  
It does Kill my heart that ' its Ready to brake  
When I see so many Young men to walk in the streets  
And never a One will take me to be Married  
That I fear all the days of my Life I must tarry  
I have the worst luck now to lie all alone   

To see so many get Husbands and I can get none.    

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