A New Balled, called, TRAP, Or, The Young Lass.  
To the Tune of, Traps Delight: Or, I know what I know.  
 woodcut: young woman framed by flowers  


I( A Young Lass,) have been courted by many,  
Of all sorts and trades, as ever was any:  
A spruce Habberdasher did first speak me fair,  
But I would have nothing to do with small ware;  
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still,  
Yet other young Lasses may do what they will.   

A Factor( that lately come out of the Straights,  
And bragged of his Riches, and of his Sea-Freights)  
Had a mind to a Swop, or Bargain with me,  
But I would not barter my Commodity:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

And table Captain( I ne'er saw the like)  
would fain have been charging me with his half pike  
But I put him by, from doing the feat,  
And then my brave Captain did make a retreat.  
My thing is my own, &c.   

A Sweet-sented Courtier did give me a Kiss,  
And promiss'd me Mountains if I would be his,  
But I'll not believe him, for it is too true,  
Some Courtiers do promise, much more then they do:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

A fine man of Law, did come out of the Strand,  
To pled his own cause with a Fee in his hand;  
He made a brave motion, but that would not do  
For I did dismiss him, and Non-suit him too:  
My thing is my own, &c.    

The second Part, to the same Tune.  

NExt came a young fellow,( a Notable Spark)  
With green bag& ink-born( a Iustices clerk)  
He pulled out his Warrant to make all appear,  
But I sent him away with a flay in his ear:  
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still,  
Yet other young Lasses may do what they will.   

A Master of music came with an intent,  
To give me a Lesson on my Instrument;  
I overlooked him for nothing, and bid him be gone,  
For my little Fiddle should not be plald on:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

Then came a French Doctor in with a good grace,  
And would have been feeling my Pulse i'th wrong place;  
He talked of a Glister, and then away stolen,  
But he would have given it me at the wrong hole:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

An usurer came, with abundance of Cash,  
But I had no mind to come under his lash;  
He proffered me jewels, and great store of Gold,  
But I would not mortgage my little Frée-hold:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

An Old Fornicator full sixty and seav'n,  
That had not a hair left betwixt him& heaven;  
Would fain have been fumbling one night in the dark  
But he had the same sauce as the Iustices clerk:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

Then came a trim Barber( a Notable Blade)  
Who knew well enough what belonged to the trade;  
He would have been kissing, and clipping of me,  
But I had no mind to such Shavers as he:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

A blunt Lieutenant surprised my Placket,  
And fiercely began to rifle, and sack it,  
I mustered my spirits up, and became bold,  
And forced my Lieutenant to quit his strong hold;  
My thing is my own, &c.   

A crafty young Bumpkin, that was very rich,  
And used with his Bargains to go through stitch;  
Did tender a sum, but it would not avail,  
That I would admit him my Tenant in tail:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

A fine dapper tailor( with's yard in his hand)  
Did proffer his service to be at at command;  
He talked of a slit I had above my knee,  
But I'll have no tailor stitch that up for me:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

A Gentleman that did talk much of his grounds,  
His horses, his setting-dogs, and his greyhounds,  
Put in for a course, and he used all his art,  
But he mist of his sport, for Puss would not start:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

A young academic new come from the schools,  
( Who thinks other people all asses and fools)  
Began to chop logic, and gave me a Buss,  
But I put him quickly unto a Non plus:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

A fine man of Art would have taught me to dance,  
( Who had been in Flanders, as well as in France)  
A Iigg A-la-mode, that I never learned yet,  
But I had no mind to dance after his Kit:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

A pretty young Squire, new come to the Town,  
To empty his Pockets, and so to go down;  
Did proffer a kindness, but I would have none,  
The same that he used to do to his Maid joan:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

A brisk younger brother next entred the list,  
He came all in Querpo, and modishly kist,  
He sweetly did sing, and neatly did trip it,  
But could not prevail to turn up my Tippet:  
My thing is my own, &c.   

Now here I could reckon a hundred and more,  
Besides all the Gamesters recited before;  
That made their addresses in hopes of a snap,  
But as young as I was, I understood TRAP:  
My thing is my own, and I'll keep it so still,  
Until I be married, say men what they will.    
FINIS.   


With Allowance   
Printed for F. coals, T. Vere, and J. Wright.