SONG CXXIII. The VIRGINS COMPLAINT

A Virgin like me sure was ne'er so distress't, Oh! how shall I tell what I feel in my Breast, I must tho' asham'd for I'm sadly afraid, I'm doom'd gainst my will to die an Old Maid, a Maid, A Maid, I'm doom'd gainst my will to die an Old Maid.

I have done all I can and who could do more, A Husband to gain Sparks I've had three or four, Have Danc'd Laught and Sung and went smartly Array'd, Yet I fear after all I shall die an Old Maid.

To Assembly's, the Park, and the Play I oft went, But alass nought was there yet could give me content, The Fops all around me soft silly Things said, But I found for all that I might die an Old Maid.

So fond were they all of themselves and fine Cloathes, Of Gaming and Raking of trifling and Shows, That a Wifes but a Cypher when her Fortune is paid, And if this is call'd Marriage let me die an Old Maid.

Our young King Oh! bless him who sits on the Throne, To all his good Subjects a Pattern has shown, Since George and sair Charlotte have Hymen obey'd, Sure for shame we shant see in this Isle an Old Maid.

A Peace he has sign'd let each Virgin Rejoice, All Join in Petition with Hearis Hand and Voice, Which granted due Homage will truly be paid. That Old England throughout there mayn't live an Old Maid.

Let him tax but Single, Rich, Poor, High, and low, The Soldier, the Sailor, the Clown, and the Beaux, What ever's their Station Profession or Trade, T'will be hard in one Year if there's left an Old Maid.

To all those brave Heroes who have ventur'd their Lives, Let him give the best Fortunes and all the best Wives, Then the Fools who with Time and themselves have long play'd May be glad if at last they can catch an Old Maid.