The London lasses lamentation: or, Her fear she should never be married. To the tune of I marry and thank ye too. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04151 of text R228339 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L2903). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B04151 Wing L2903 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[290] 99887776 ocm99887776 183438 2240886998

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04151) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183438) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[229]) The London lasses lamentation: or, Her fear she should never be married. To the tune of I marry and thank ye too. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back, [London : between 1688-1692] Imprint suggested by Wing. Verse: "Alas! I am in a rage ..." Imperfect: trimmed, affecting imprint. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The London lasses lamentation: or, Her fear she should never be married. To the tune of I marry and thank ye too. Licensed according to order. anon 1692 1 434 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-07 Sampled and proofread 2008-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE LONDON Lasses Lamentation : OR , Her Fear she should never be MARRIED . To the Tune of I marry and thank ye too .

Licensed according to Order .

ALas ! I am in a Rage , and bitterly weep and cry , Because I 'm nineteen years of age , yet cannot be married not I. No Gallant regards my moan , for Love I am like to dye , It grieves my Heart to lye alone , yet cannot be married not I. Mine , Eyes do's like Fountains flow , as I on my Pillow lye , There 's none knows what I undergo , yet cannot be married not I. There 's Margery , Sue and Kate , has Husbands with them to lye , Yet none regards my wretched state , yet cannot be married not I.

Young-men I must tell ye true , I scorn to report a Lye , I am both fair and handsome too , yet cannot be married not I. My Father is gray and old , and surely e'er long will dye , And though he 'll leave me all his Gold , I cannot , &c. Oh! this my Grief and Care , the which I cannot pass by , To think I am my Father's Heir , yet cannot , &c. I am in Distraction hurl'd , and do for a Husband cry , It 's more to me than all the World , yet cannot , &c. I am a poor Love-sick Girl , and ready with Grief to Dye , I proffer'd Iewels , Gold and Pearl , yet cannot , &c. I Silks I am still array'd , and e'ery new Fashion buy , Because I am loath to dye a Maid , yet cannot , &c. As fine as the Queen of May , I flourish with gallantry , I wear my Top-knot e'ery day , yet cannot , &c. A paint , and I powder still , to tempt all that I come nigh , But yet let me do what I will , yet cannot , &c. There 's never a Lass in Town , for Beauty can me come nigh : But Fortune she has sent a Frown , I cannot be married not I. The Gold which I have in store , I value no more than Clay , I 'd give all , had I ten times more , so I might be married to day .