The young women and maidens lamentation: or, Their bitter sighs and sorrow to hear the old women are prest to go with army, while they themselves are slighted and dejected which are able to perform far better service. Tune of I marry and thank ye too. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06789 of text R228740 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing Y135). 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. 4 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 B06789 Wing Y135 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[566] 99887975 ocm99887975 183647 2240899800

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06789) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183647) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[438]) The young women and maidens lamentation: or, Their bitter sighs and sorrow to hear the old women are prest to go with army, while they themselves are slighted and dejected which are able to perform far better service. 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, J. Back., [London] : [between 1688-1692] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "We lasses of London town ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The young women and maidens lamentation: or, Their bitter sighs and sorrow to hear the old women are prest to go with army, while they themselves are anon 1692 1 495 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 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Young Women and Maidens LAMENTATION :

OR , Their bitter Sighs and Sorrow to hear the Old Women are prest to go with the Army , while they themselves are slighted and dejected which are able to perform far better Service .

Tune of I marry and thank ye too .

Licensed according to Order .

WE Lasses of London Town in sorrowfull sort appear , Because the Fates on us do's frown ; Old Women are Prest we hear . To wait on the warlike Train , and March in the Van and Rear ; But Maids they will not entertain , Old Women are Prest we hear . We would with our Maiden Skill , like Amazon Dames appear ; But we are unregarded still , Old Women are Prest we hear . 'T is Reason they should allow , young Lasses to have a share ; But Kissing goes by Favour now , Old Women are Prest we hear . We like the sweet tender Dove , could every Souldier Chear ; Yet still they slight a Maiden's Love , Old Women are Prest we hear . With Age they do grunt and groan , nay , tremble and quake for fear , yet tell them this , it is all one , Old Women are Prest we hear . I am sure a young Lass can Nurse a Souldier they need not fear ; But see the Case is alter'd thus , Old Women are Prest we hear . We 'd cuddle them in our Arms , and this will their Spirits chear ; Yet notwithstanding all our Charms , Old Women are Prest we hear . Our Sweethearts are march'd away , the which we adore so dear , And we behind are forc'd to stay , Old Women are Prest we hear . We 'd kiss and embrace them too , and Love should like Fountains flow , But old Wives they can nothing do , Then why should not Virgins go ? Our Glory and Fame shall Ring , and bafflle the proudest Foe , In getting Souldiers for the King , Then why should not Damsels go ? Young Heroes that will adorn , the Army in time we know , As being Souldiers bred and born , And why should not Damsels go ? To venture who wou'd refuse ? there 's Glory and Fame you know , And Teeming time we are loath to loose , And why should not Damsels go ? The Captains for Females good , may pity and kindness show ; Alas ! we are all Flesh and Bloud , and have a great mind to go . For why shou'd we stay behind , in sorrowful grief and woe ? I hope at length they 'll be so kind , to suffer young Maids to go .

Printed for P. Brooksby , I. Deacon , I. Blare , I. Back .