The Dumb MAID: OR, THE Young GALLANT Trappan'd.
A young Man did unto her a VVooing come,
But she pretended much that she was Dumb;
But when they both in Marriage-bands were ty'd,
The Doctor's Skill was likewise with her try'd;
The Doctor he set her Tongue on the Run,
She Chatters now, and never will have done.
To a new Tune, call'd,
Dum, dum, dum: or,
I would I were in my own Country, &c.
Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order.
ALl you that pass along,
Give ear unto my Song,
Concerning a Pout
that was young, young, young;
And of a Maiden fair,
F
[...]w with her might compare,
But alack, and alas, she
was dumb, dumb, dumb.
She was beautious, fresh, and pay,
Like the pleasant Flowers in
May,
And her checks was as round
as a plum, plum, plum;
She was near in every part,
And she stole away his Heart;
But alack, and alas, she
was dumb, dumb, dumb.
At length this Country Blade,
Wedded this pretty Maid,
And he kindly conducted
her home, home, home,
Thus in her Beauty bright,
Lay all his whale Delight;
But alack, and alas, she
was dumb, dumb, dumb.
Now will I plainly show
What wo
[...]k this Maid could do,
Which a pattern may he,
for Girls young, young, young;
O she both day and night,
In working took delight;
But alack, and alas, she
was dumb, dumb, bumb.
She could brew, and she could bake,
She could wash, wring, and shake,
She could sweep the House
with a broom, broom, broom:
She could knit, and sow, and spin,
And do any such like thing;
But alack, and alas, she
was dumb, dumb, dumb.
But at last this Man did go,
The Doctor's Skill to know,
Saying, Sir, can you cure
a Woman of the Dumb?
O it is the easiest part,
That belongs unto my Art,
For to cure a Woman
of the dumb, dumb, dumb.
To the Doctor he did her bring,
And he cut her Chattering-string,
And he set her Tongue on
the run, run, run:
In the morning he did rise,
And she fill'd his House with cries,
And she rattled in his ears
like a drum, drum, drum.
To the Doctor he did go,
With his heart well fill'd with woe,
Crying, Doctor, I am
undone, done, done;
Now she's turn'd a scolding Wife,
And I am weary of my life,
Nor I cannot make her hold
her tongue, tongue, tongue.
The Doctor thus did say,
When she went from me away,
She was perfectly cured of
the dumb, dumb, dumb:
But it's beyond the Art of Man,
Let him do the best he can,
For to make a scolding Woman
hold her tongue, tongue, tongue.
So as you to me came,
Return you back again,
And take you the Oyl
of H
[...]zel strong;
With it anoint her Body round;
When she makes the House to found;
So perhaps you may charm her
tongue, tongue, tongue.