The merry maid of Shoreditch : her resolution and good counsel to all her fellow maids ; and says that she will never tye her self to a crab-tree so long as she has a whole wood to range in. The tune is, I have a mistris of my own: or, Hold buckle and thong together.

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• The merry maid of Shoreditch her resolution and good counsel to all her fellow maids; and says that she will never tye her self to a crab-tree so long as she has a whole wood to range in. The tune is, I have a mistris of my own: or, Hold buckle and thong together.
  Published: (1680)
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  Published: (1670)
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• Parthenia's complaint, or, The Forsaken sheperdess : the falsehood of young men she doth discover, by the sad example of her faithless lover, and so against them all she doth enveigh, tho' injur'd but by one, which makes her say, happy nymph for certain is that can, so little value that false creature man : to a new tune much in request, or Sitting beyond a river side.
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• The mother and daughter ; or, A dialogue betwixt them composed in verse : if you will attend, I will rehearse: how the mother did chide the daughter for folly, the daughter with her mother did not dally, to silence her mother her self she did fix, and proved her mother to be a meretrix. She still'd her mothers tongue that so loud did sound, nuncl'd her Mam, and got twice fifty pound. Those two fadillaes, as chaste as Jane Shore, live quiet, that never did so before. The tune is, Come sweet-heart and embrace thine own: or, The dancing of primrose-hill.
  Published: (1670)