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T. R. Smith, comp.  Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse.  1921–22.
The Scotch Lass’s Lamentation for Loss of Her Maidenhead
(From Collection of Old Ballads, 1723)

THERE lived a Lass in our Town,
  Her name was Moggy Lawder,
And She would fain have plaid the Loon,
  But durst not tell her Father;
Now She’s forgot her Father’s fear,        5
  And on the same did venture,
And afterwards as you shall hear
  A Lad did oft frequent her.
Now Moggy Lawder on a Day,
  A Barber Lad did meet her,        10
Both Joy and Heart to her did say,
  And kindly he did treat her:
My dear let me get thee with Bearn,
  And I shall be its Father,
And you’ll be Mother of the same,        15
  My bonny Moggy Lawder.
Sweet-heart to him she says indeed.
  And so did fall a weeping,
I’m wearied with my Maidenhead
  While I have it in keeping:        20
But if thou’lt true and trusty be,
  As I am Moggy Lawder,
I then will give it unto thee,
  But do not tell my Father.
For if my Father hear the same,        25
  Right fore he will abuse me,
But I think long to try the Game,
  Therefore I’ll not refuse thee:
But first protest to marry me,
  To be my Baby’s Father,        30
And be a Husband unto me,
  Bonny Moggy Lawder.
My Dear, says he, indeed I am,
  Unto my Trade a Shaver,
And there is not a living Man,        35
  Can call me a Deceiver;
Yea surely I will marry thee,
  And be thy Baby’s Father,
And thou shalt be a Wife to me,
  My bonny Moggy Lawder.        40
And then to her he gave a Kiss,
  Saying, Dear, how shall I please thee,
Be sure I will do more than this,
  And of thy Troubles ease thee:
And all along upon her Back,        45
  He laid poor Moggy Lawder,
Gave her a Scope upon her dope,
  She durst not tell her Father.
With Kisses and Embraces then,
  In Peace and Love they parted,        50
And did appoint another time,
  To meet there loving hearted:
And with a merry Heart’s content,
  With what the Lad had gave her,
Rejoicing homeward as she went        55
  She sung the jolly Shaver.
But now the Seed that late was sown,
  Is become a springing,
And she is melancholy grown,
  And has left off her singing:        60
And often in her Heart could wish,
  That she had been at Calder,
For Edinborough is filled with,
  The talk of Moggy Lawder.
And now the Word is spread abroad,        65
  That she with Bearn has proved,
The Barber Lad has ta’en the Road,
  And left the Lass he loved:
And to another Nation’s gone,
  And left his Moggy Lawder,        70
Right sad in heart not knowing where,
  To find her Child a Father.
All you young Maids that marry would,
  See that you be more coy,
Throw not your Maidenhead away,        75
  Lest it should you annoy:
And in the end you be beguiled,
  As was Moggy Lawder,
First marry then you may be sure,
  Your Child shall have a Father.        80

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