The Crafty maids Approbation.
Wherein she showes either black or brown
Tis money makes them strait go down,
When pritty girls that gold has none
Their Fortunes still to lye alone.
To the Tune of, A Fig for France.
D [...]w near to me young girls so [...]ine
[...] means & Portions like to mine▪
If you'l but hear what I have pen'd
I will make you smile before I end:
I once had a sweet-heart fair and young
Tho now from me he's fled and gone;
But I'le [...]ell you a very good reason why
'Twas money did part my Love and I.
When first to me a wooing he came
He did [...]re to know my name,
I told [...]n my means was small
He said he valued none at all:
So that my [...] invour he could win
He valued nothing else a pin,
But now he's gone and I know why
'Twas money &c.
Yet for thrée years his love stood fe [...]
And he vow'd for ever it should last
But when my frinds spoke of the [...]
Then he was for another dame:
Except so much money they'd give
No wife for him I must not be:
His words he clearly did deny
So money did part, &c.
Thus maids may see so may I too
It is for money that young men [...]
Tho great store of love they do prete [...]
Yet mark what falls out in the end▪
When they find your Portions small
Like to a snake from you they'l cra [...]
And to another straight they'l hey
So money did part, &c.
Yet had I a head like a horse
Or a body as thick as a Mil-po [...]
So but bags came tumbling i [...],
Then my favour every fooll w [...]' [...] win:
Or was I long-snouted like a Sow
Or else crookt backt like our fine Cow
[...]ave at her then these boys would cry
She's money enough, and what care I.
Young men don't blush you know 'tis true
For let her name be Mary or Sue,
The she was blabber-lipt also blear-eyd
Yet money all those faults will hide
Nay were she the nast [...]est dingest slut
That a man [...]urst not after her crak a Nut
Had she but money house or land
I'me sure she would not stick long a hand
Yet we whose Portions are but small
Let us not be dismaid at all
Neither let us greive, lament no: swound
For beauties worth a thousand pound:
Hangt though my first true love be gone
I've the same face for another man.
And I'le prove honest till I dye
Tho money, &c.
If two young men talk of a wench
As they do sit of an Ale-bench
She's a good huswife the one replyes
But has she money the other tryes:
If she has none she's not for me
Give me the Cash hang huswifrey
I love to finger that for why
Twas money did part my Love and I.
By this young girls may plainly see
By this young girls may plainly [...]
How deceitful these young-men be
They'l search a maid from top to toe
Till all her secrets they do know:
Then if her means don't please his mind
He quickly can turn like the wind
I must have a wife with more he'l e [...]
So money, &c.
Such affection did that young [...]
That often called [...] his Dear
Such vows & [...] made tis known
But now he doth [...] quit [...] [...]:
But since he's gone [...]
Ile slight him more than he [...]
Ile ne'r lament nor [...] nor [...]
Tho money, &c.
I am full glad we parted in truth
For since I hear he's a crose-grain'd youth;
But had he prov'd true though ne'r so [...]re
In wealth or woe [...]'de bear a share
But now i'me frée i'le let that [...]lide
And ne'r think more to be a [...]ri [...]e
Ther's nothing like to liberty.
Since money, &c.
Vhus have I told young maidens all
How the weakest must go to the wall
But she that is full & her purse well strung
She shall have swéet-hearts come [...]ing don [...]
Its no matter for breeding nor sence
So she has but, Cash he'l have the wenth
Black nor brown he looks not o'th [...]ye
'Twas money did part my Love & I.
Printed for J. Williamson at tho Sun & Bible upon London Bridge.