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An Anonymous Worker

"The Trappan'd Maid" (karaoke)

"The Trappan'd Maid" (sheet music)


This Girl was cunningly Trappan’d, sent to Virginny from England,

Where she doth Hardship undergo, there is no Cure it must be so:

But if she lives to cross the Main, she vows she’ll ne’r go there again.

 

Give ear unto a Maid, that lately was betrayed,

And sent into Virginny, O:

In brief I shall declare, what I have suffered there,

When that I was weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

[Since] that first I came to this Land of Fame,

Which is called Virginny, O,

The Axe and the Hoe have wrought my Overthrow,

When that I was weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

Five years served I, under Master Guy,

In the Land of Virginny, O,

Which made me for to know sorrow, grief, and woe,

When that I was weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

When my Dame says, “Go” then I must do so,

In the Land of Virginny, O;

When she sits at Meat, then I have none to eat,

When that I am weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

The Cloath[e]s that I brought in, they are worn very thin,

In the Land of Virginny, O,

Which makes me for to say, “Alas, and Well-a-day!”

When that I am weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

Instead of Beds of Ease, to lye down when I please,

In the Land of Virginny, O,

Upon a Bed of Straw, I lye down full of woe,

When that I am weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

Then the Spider, she, daily waits on me,

In the Land of Virginny, O;

Round about my bed, she spins her web [of thread],

When that I am weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

So soon as it is day, to work I must away,

In the Land of Virginny O;

Then my Dame she knocks, with her tinder-box,

When that I am weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

I have play’d my part both at Plow and Cart,

In the Land of Virginny, O;

Billets from the Wood upon my back they load,

When that I am weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

Instead of drinking Beer, I drink the water clear,

In the Land of Virginny, O,

Which makes me pale and wan, do all that e’er I can,

When that I am weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

If my Dame says, “Go!” I dare not say no,

In the Land of Virginny, O;

The Water from the Spring, upon my head I bring,

When that I am weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

When the Mill doth stand, I’m ready at command,

In the Land of Virginny, O;

The Morter for to make, which made my heart to ake,

When that I am weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

When the Child doth cry, I must sing “By-a-by!”

In the Land of Virginny, O;

No rest that I can have, whilst I am here a Slave,

When that I am weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

A thousand woes beside, that I do here abide,

In the Land of Virginny, O;

In misery I spend mMy time that hath no end,

When that I am weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

Then let Maids beware, all by my ill-fare,

In the Land of Virginny, O:

Be sure thou stay at home, for if you do here come,

You will all be weary, weary, weary, weary, O.

 

But if it be my chance, Homewards to advance,

From the Land of Virginny, O,

If that I once more, land on English Shore,

I’ll no more be weary, weary, weary, weary, O.


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