The sisters complaint for the decay of the gallants. To the tune of, Will womens vanities never have end. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B10043 of text R184255 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing S3908). 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 B10043 80923716 Wing S3908 ESTC R184255 80923716 ocm 80923716 192006 2240869915

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 Early English books online text creation partnership. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B10043) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 192006) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; 1641-1700 ; 2897:32) The sisters complaint for the decay of the gallants. To the tune of, Will womens vanities never have end. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for J.E. at the Marigold near Salsbury Court in Fleetstreet., London, : 1684. In double columns. Without the music. Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The sisters complaint for the decay of the gallants. To the tune of, Will womens vanities never have end. [no entry] 1684 1 418 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. 2013-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2013-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-01 Sampled and proofread 2014-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2014-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE Sisters Complaint For the Decay of the GALLANTS . To the Tune of , Will Womens Vanities never have End . I. YE Geudly Sisters ! have a care How you these Gallants trust , A sadder Tale you ne're did hear , Then now unfold , I must . It hapned lately that a Fair Maid , In London , would have set up her Trade , But by a Gallant was made a Jade . Alack what shall we do ? II. She thought him able , to perform What e're he undertook , And knew he could do her no harm , For all his Lofty Look . She was in hopes to have enough , But when it came unto the proof , This Gallant went out like a Candle Snuff . Alack what shall we do ? III. First at the Tavern , they did move Their Active Bloods , with Wine . She saw that this would not improve , Or further her design ; With that she Thought if this would not do ' it , They'd have a Dram of Brandy to boot , The Dev'l's in 't then if he come not to 't . Alack what shall we do ? IV. So hand in hand away they went , To see how this would take , And stayd not long for the Event , Such Courage Brandies make . For they had not been long at the Platter , But at him , her Mouth did water , And he , was eager to be at her . Alack what shall we do ? V. They had no opportunity , To play their Loving Game , But where another Girl did lye , No matter for her Name . Who it seems did play Bo-peep , Or , as they call it , slept Dog-sleep , Because she did their Reckoning keep . Alack what shall we do ? VI. They did enjoy their wisht content , Within the Naked Bed . But e're her brisk desire was spent , The Gallant , he , was Dead . Yet , in an hour , it is well known , He was but fower times up and down , If none but such Men serve the Town . Alack what shall we do ?

LONDON , Printed for J. E. at the Marigold near Salsbury Court in Fleetstreet . 1684.