The unsatisfied LOVERS Lamentation.

This hapless lass in discontent
Laments and makes her moan,
& is with sorrow almost spent,
Because she lies alone.
Tune of, Hey boys up go we.
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THis twenty years and more that I
have liv'd a single life,
Wanting a youngmans company,
and can't be made a Wife.
Oh! could I find some brisk young Lad
one bout with me to try,
Twould ease my heart that now is sad,
and hey boys down I'le lye.
Vnfortunate indeed am I,
unmarried to remain,
Ten thousand sighs at least have I
spent, sent, b [...]t all in vain,
And whosoever asketh me,
'tis sure Ile ne'r deny,
Who am in necessity,
and hey boys down I'le lye.
Had I ten thousand pounds in Gold,
I'd give it for a touch,
Or Iewels, more than e're were sold,
I'd think them not too much.
But freely I would give them all
to ease my Mallady,
Come Jack or Will and take your fill,
for hey boys down I'le lye.
And sport as long as you think good,
then lie you down and rest,
If this by me were understood,
I then should sure be blest.
Then come away for pitty sake,
one bout with me to try,
With my soft hand ile make it stand,
then hey boys down ile lye.
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With kisses and embraces sweet
your Courage Ile refresh,
To make my happiness compleat,
by tasting of the flesh.
Come, come with speed and do the deed
or else for love I dye,
I sigh and mourn and sadly groan,
that hey boys down would lye.
Was ever any loving Girls,
like me left in distress,
The thing which some do count a Pearl
there's nothing I love less.
My Maiden-head I do not esteem,
would it were gone say I,
I shall be vext and much perplext,
till hey boys down I lye.
There's not a Lass I do believe
in Country or in City,
That wanting man did so much grieve,
and yet did find less pitty,
My very sheets each night I knaw,
and like one mad am I,
Yet shall not rest but he opprest,
till hey boys down I lye.
Twere better I had been unborn,
then such a life to live,
That young men all both great and small
deny relief to give.
By Nature I am not so foule
or shapeless to the Eye,
Then give some ease to this disease,
and hey boys down ile lye.
Such wanton thoughts possess my mind
by night and eke by day,
That sometimes I am half inclin'd
to make my self away.
Then I these thoughts do check again,
in time I hope say I,
May find a friend that may extend
his love, then down lie I.
As yet I hapless do remain,
and quite bereav'd of hope,
Were I in either France or Spain,
ide ask leave of the Pope.
That I might Trade with some young blade
he could not me deny,
Then should I be from Torment free,
and hey boys down i'de lye.

Printed for J. Wright J. Clark W. Thackery, and T. Passenger.

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