The Crafty maid's Approbation.  

Wherein she shows either black or brown  
'tis money makes them straight go down,  
When pretty girls that gold has none  
Their Fortunes still to lie alone.   
To the Tune of, A Fig for France.  
 

D●●w near to me young girls so ●ine  
〈…〉 means & Portions like to mine▪  
If you'll but hear what I have penned  
I will make you smile before I end:  
I once had a sweetheart fair and young  
Tho now from me he's fled and gone;  
But I'll ●ell you a very good reason why  
'Twas money did part my Love and I.   

When first to me a wooing he came  
He did ●●●re to know my name,  
I told ●●n my means was small  
He said he valued none at all:  
So that my ●● invour he could win  
He valued nothing else a pin,  
But now he's gone and I know why  
'Twas money etc.   

Yet for three years his love stood fe●  
And he vowed for ever it should last  
But when my friends spoke of the 〈◊〉  
Than he was for another dame:  
Except so much money they'd give  
No wife for him I must not be:  
His words he clearly did deny  
So money did part, etc.   

Thus maids may see so may I too  
It is for money that young men 〈◊〉  
Tho great store of love they do prete●●  
Yet mark what falls out in the end▪  
When they find your Portions small  
Like to a snake from you they'll cra●  
And to another strait they'll hey  
So money did part, etc.   
 

Yet had I a head like a horse  
Or a body as thick as a Mil-po●●  
So but bags came tumbling i●,  
Then my favour every fool w●'● win:  
Or was I long-snouted like a Sow  
Or else crooked backed like our fine Cow  
●ave at her then these boys would cry  
She's money enough, and what care I.   

Young men don't blush you know 'tis true  
For let her name be Mary or Sue,  
The she was blabber-lipped also blear-eyd  
Yet money all those faults will hide  
Nay were she the nast ●est dingest slut  
That a man ●urst not after her crak a Nut  
Had she but money house or land  
I'm sure she would not stick long a hand   

Yet we whose Portions are but small  
Let us not be dismayed at all  
Neither let us grieve, lament no: swoon  
For beauty's worth a thousand pound:  
Hang't though my first true love be gone  
I've the same face for another man.  
And I'll prove honest till I die  
Tho money, etc.   

If two young men talk of a wench  
As they do sit of an Alebench  
She's a good huswife the one replies  
But has she money the other tries:  
If she has none she's not for me  
Give me the Cash hang huswifrey  
I love to finger that for why  
'twas money did part my Love and I.   

By this young girls may plainly see  
By this young girls may plainly 〈◊〉  
How deceitful these youngmen be  
They'll search a maid from top to toe  
Till all her secrets they do know:  
Then if her means don't please his mind  
He quickly can turn like the wind  
I must have a wife with more he'll e●●  
So money, etc.   

Such affection did that young 〈…〉  
That often called 〈◊〉 his Dear  
Such vows & 〈…〉 made 'tis known  
But now he doth 〈◊〉 quit● 〈◊〉:  
But since he's gone 〈…〉  
I'll slight him more than he 〈…〉  
I'll ne'er lament nor 〈◊〉 nor 〈◊〉  
Tho money, etc.   

I am full glad we parted in truth  
For since I hear he's a crose-grained youth;  
But had he proved true though ne'er so ●●re  
In wealth or woe ●'de bear a share  
But now i'm free i'll let that ●lide  
And ne'er think more to be a ●ri●e  
there's nothing like to liberty.  
Since money, etc.   

Vhus have I told young maidens all  
How the weakest must go to the wall  
But she that is full & her purse well strung  
She shall have swéet-hearts come ●ing don●  
It's no matter for breeding nor sense  
So she has but, Cash he'll have the wenth  
Black nor brown he looks not o'th' ●ye  
'Twas money did part my Love & I.    

Printed for J. Williamson at tho Sun & Bible upon London Bridge.