Virginity grown troublesome: or, The younger sister lamentation for want of a husband. Being a most pleasant and delightful new song much in use, &c. Each age grows riper, love does still prevail, and maiden-heads at sixteen now are stale; young girls to mothers will be turn'd e're they know what it means, slie Cupid does betray, fires them with love, and then there's nothing can cure their distemper, unless oyl of man. to a pleasant new west-country tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06455 of text R227454 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing V637). 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. 5 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 B06455 Wing V637 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[133] 99887339 ocm99887339 182050 2248540647

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06455) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182050) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[133]) Virginity grown troublesome: or, The younger sister lamentation for want of a husband. Being a most pleasant and delightful new song much in use, &c. Each age grows riper, love does still prevail, and maiden-heads at sixteen now are stale; young girls to mothers will be turn'd e're they know what it means, slie Cupid does betray, fires them with love, and then there's nothing can cure their distemper, unless oyl of man. to a pleasant new west-country tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P[hilip]. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in West-smithfield., [London] : [1680] Verse: "I have a good old mother at home ..." Place, date of publication and publisher's name from Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Virginity grown troublesome: or, The younger sister lamentation for want of a husband. Being a most pleasant and delightful new song much in use, &c. anon 1680 2 700 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. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2010-01 Sampled and proofread 2010-05 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2010-06 Sampled and proofread 2010-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2011-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Virginity grown Troublesome : OR , The Younger Sisters Lamentation for want of a Husband . Being a most pleasant and Delightful New Song much in use , &c. Each Age grows Riper , love does still prevail , And Maiden-heads at Sixteen now are stale ; Young Girls to Mothers will be turn'd e're they Know what it means , slie Cupid does betray , Fires them with love , and then there 's nothing can Cure their distemper , unless Oyl of Man . to a pleasant New West-Country Tune .

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I Have a good old Mother at home , which keeps me from Wedlock still , What shall I do , shall I dye for love , and never have my will . As I walkt forth within the fields , to see the Bushes spring ; The little Birds they chang'd their notes , and I heard the Cuckoo sing . My Sister is married to her content , and is made a wedded Wife ; And with her Husband she doth live , a sweet contented life . But I poor soul must lye alone , who am more fair than she ; What shall I do , shall I dye for love , and never , &c. There is ne'r a one in all the Town , that can compare with me : What shall I do , shall I dye for love , and never Married be .

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NOw I must into some far Countrey , or into some forraign Land ; For to find out a bonny Lad , to be at my command . Love pleasures all things do surpass , as I do plainly see ; What shall I do , shall I dye for love , and never married be . Come some brisk Lad , O come with speed , and me from care set free ; O what shall I do , shall I dye for love , and never , &c. Alas , for what was beauty made , was 't only for to see : What shall I do , I am afraid I ne'r shall , &c. To languish thus is worse then death , some sweet youth come wedd me ; What shall I loose my Virgin breath , and never Married be . Kind Heaven my Sister did befriend , whilst none 's more lov'd then she : What shall I do , shall I dye for love , and never Married be . Good Cupid at some gentle heart let thy swift Arrow flee ; Will no kind Young-man take my part , that I may Married be . O cruel young men , what d' ye mean , from joy to hinder me ; What shall I do , shall I dye for love , and never married be . Is it my Portions smallness then , that make you not agree ; What shall I do , shall I dye for love , and never married be . If it be that i 'le make it more , to labour i 'le be free ; What shall I do , shall I dye for love , and never married be . Oh how I sigh to lye alone , and wish for Company ; What shall I do , shall I make moan , and never married be . To tear my Hair I scarce refrain , when Weddings I do see ; What shall I always feel this pain , and never married be . How bless'd are they who in each Grove , receive embraces free , What shall I do , shall I dye for love , and never married be . Then some kind youth come plvck the fruit from blooming beauty's Tree : What shall I dye , in this dispute , and never married be . These twenty years now have I liv'd , and none e're asked me : Let me not dye , kind youths for love , and never married be .

Printed for P. Brooksby , at the Golden-Ball , in West-smithfield .