The female's frolick, or, The distressed young maiden who enter'd herself on board of the Marlborough, to go to some foreign for the sake of her sweet-heart : tune of, Young Essex.Anonymous
London : Printed by and for W.O. for T. Norris
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The Female's Frolick
or, The diſtressed young maiden Who enter'd herſelf on Board of the Marlborough, to go to ſome foreign for the ſake of her Sweet-heart.
Tune of, Young Eſſex
I'll tell you a Story may make you to ſmile; It is of a young Female, as ſome they do ſay, Whole mind it was bent for to go to the Sea:With a fal la la, fal la la la la la le. She enter'd on Board as we do underſtand, In order to go into ſome foreign Land; On Board of our Ship, the Marlburough by name,A bold Volunteer when on Board ſhe firſt came:With a fal la la, &c. Her Purpoſe was croſſed, as now we do find, A Sweet-heart ſhe had, and ſhe bore him in mind;To venture her Life ſhe was fully bent, With mind and good will ſhe did freely conſent:With a fal la la, &c.Such Lovers indeed, they are hard to be found, For once she did live at the Smack run on Ground In Goſport we find, as ſome they do ſay, She was not content in her Service to ſtay:With a fal la la, &c. Her modeſt Behaviour to us it was known, A Carrage of a Woman, but was loath for to own; Until at the laſt it did plainer appear To her Diſcontent, coſt her many a Tear:With a fal la la, &c. To hide her deſign, ſhe did freely consſent To enter as Servant, ſhe was well content; To free her from Labour, as now we do find, Her modeſt Behaviour did bear a good mind:With a fal la la, &c. Her mind it was willing, and ſo ſhe did ſhow, For her Ship mates ſhe did both Mend and Sow; To gain their good will in divers did ſhe, And nothing was wanting in her as we ſee:With a fal la la, &c. When true Lovers they intangled are, The Burden's ſo great, nothing can compare;All you that have felt a true Lover's ſart, You can do no left, then your pitty impart.With a fal la la, &c. Now I do expreſs my Grief and my M I hope that your kindeſs to me will be ſDon't greet me unkindly, a Maid in diſtr There's none of you knows my ſad heavyWith a fal la la, &c.I matter not Billows that riſes ſo high,Nor Winds that blow lofty, when DangersSo I can obtain but the Man that I love,I'll venture for him by the Powers above:With a fal la la, &c.It is not my Foes that ſhall me ſurprize,Nor Dangers one ſees, whatever my riſe;I'll venture my Life against my proud Foe,I think it not hard what I under go:With a fal la la, &c.I alter'd my Name, this was my intent,To find out my Love I was fully bent;But Fortune did croſs me, now as you do find,But like a true Lover I bear him in mind:With a fal la la, &c.Where-ever I ramble, where ever I go,Since Cupid has darted and gave me a blow;A conſtant true Lover I ever will be,If Fortune does favour, I'm bound for the SeaWith a fal la la, &c.From Suſan to Richard, I alter'd my Name,When brſt I on Board the MarlburoughcaI ſoon was diſcover'd, the matter is true,And this have I acted, my Deareſt, for you:With a fal la la, &c.But Fortune does frown, and I muſt be content,I am left alone my caſe to relent;My conſtancy's ſo, I will ever prove true,If by you I am ſlighted, I will not ſlight you:With a fal la la, &c.In ſad diſcontent I muſt now make Moan,My Love he is gone and has left me alone And now I conclude my ſad ſorrowful ateI ſain would have venter'd my Love to embraceWith a fal la la, fal la la la la la.London: Printed by and for W.O. for T.Norris, at the Looking glaſs on
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