No tune, but here are Parker's words, and an intemediate version of the same which is dated to mid eighteenth century. This seems to be at John Thorpe's level of consciousness!

The Wooing Maid;

Or,

A faire maid neglected,

Forlorne and rejected,

That would be respected:

Which to have effected,

This generall summon

She sendeth in common;

Come tinker, come broomman:

She will refuse no man.
To the tune of "If 'be the dad on't."

I am a faire maid, if my glasse doe not flatter,
Yet, by the effects, I can find no such matter;
Fore every one else can have suters great plenty;
Most marry at fourteene, but I an past twenty.
Come gentle, come simple, come foolish come witty,
Oh! if you lack a maid, take me for pity.

I see by experience- which makes me to wonder-
That many have sweethearts at fifteene, and under,
And if they passe sixteen, they think their time wasted;
O what shall become of me? I am out-casted:
Come gentle, come simple, come foolish come witty,
Oh! if you lack a maid, take me for pity.

I use all the motives my sex will permit me.
To put men in mind, that they may not forget me:
Nay, sometimes I set my commission o' th' tenters,
Yet let me doe what I will, never a man venters.
Come gentle, &c.

When I goe to weddings, or such merry meetings,
I see other maids how they toy with their sweetings,
But I sit alone, like an abject forsaken;
Woe's me! for a husband what course shall be taken?
Come gentle, &c.

When others to dancing are courteously chosen,
I am the last taken among the halfe dozen,
An yet among twenty not one can excell me;
What shall I doe in this case? some good man tell me.
Come gentle, &c..

'Tis said that one wedding produceth another-
This I have heard told by my father and mother-
Before one shall scape me, Ile goe without bidding;
O that I could find out some fortunate wedding!
Come gentle, &c.

Sure I am unfortunate, of all my kindred,
Else could not my happinesse be so long hindred:
My mother at eighteen had two sons and a daughter,
And I'm one and twenty, not worth looking after.
Come gentle, &c.

My sister, that's nothing so handsome as I am,
Had sixe or seven suters, and she had to deny them;
Yet she before sixteene was luckily marry'd:
O Fates! why are things so unequally carry'd?
Come gentle, &c.

My kinswoman Sisly, in all parts mis-shapen,
Yet she had a husband by fortune did happen
Before she was nineteene years old, at the furthest;
Among all my lineage am I the unworthiest?
Come gentle, &c.

There are almost forty, both poorer and yonger,
Within few yeares marry'd, yet I must stay longer.
Within foure miles compasse - O is't not a wonder?
Scant none above twenty, some sixteene, some under.
Come gentle, &c.

I hold my selfe equal with most in the parish
For feature, for parts, and what chiefly doth cherish
The fire of affection, which is store of money;
And yet there is no man will set love upon me.
Come gentle, &c.

Who ever he be that will ease my affliction,
And cast upon me an auspicious affection,
Shall find me tractable still to content him,
That he of his bargaine shall never repent him.
Come gentle, &c.

Ile neither be given to scold nor be jealous,
He nere shall want money to drink with good fellows:
While he spends abroad, I at home will be saving,
Now judge, am I not a lasse worth the having.
Come gentle, &c.

Let none be offended, nor say I'm uncivill,
For I needs must have one, be he good or evill;
Nay, rather than faile, Ile have a tinker or broomman,
A pedler, an inkman, a matman or some man.
Come gentle, come simple, come foolish come witty,
Oh let me not die a maid, take me for pity.

FINIS M. P.

Printed at London for Thomas Lambert, at the signe of the Hors-shoo in Smithfield.
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There is, however, an intermediate version, a slight reworking of Parker's ballad, of the late 17th century:

The Maids Call to the Batchelors.
To an Excellent new Tune. Licens'd according to Order. [1690-96]
I heard an old proverb by my father and mother,
That going to one wedding, begats another,
Than rather than stay I'll go without bidding,
To let the world see how I love a wedding,
Come gentle, some simple come foolish, come witty,
Oh, let me not dye a maid, take me for pity.

I have a sister Cisly she's younger than I am,
She had six or seven sweet-hearts and forc'd to deny 'em,
Before she was sixteen, she'd a son and a daughter,
And I three and twenty and n'er had an offer,
Come gentle, some simple come foolish, come witty,
Oh, let me not dye a maid, take me for pity.

I will be no scold, nor I will not be jealous,
He shall have money to spend in an Ale-house;
Whele he's abroad spending, Ill be at home saving,
Oh tell me, if I am not worth a man's having,
Come gentle, &c.
Oh, let me, &c.

There's Roger and Nell next week to be married,
Yet I for a husband have many years tarry'd;
I'll go to the wedding, sing dance and be merry,
And trip it about with Tom, Roger and Harry,
Come gentle, &c.
Oh, let me, &c.

If any that day should ask me to be wedded,
I'd venture almost without church to be bedded,
For men are so fickle, one day they will have ye,
And the next day they are already to leave ye,
Come gentle, &c.
Oh, let me, &c.

I think my poor case is the hardest of any,
For there are some lasses, are courted by many,
Last night I heard Betty, cry Sir, I defie ye,
I wish't the young man wou'd leave her & try me,
Come gentle, &c.
Oh, let me, &c.

Oh, why of all maidens should I be forsaken,
Yet if I dye a maid I am mistaken?
'Tis hard if I meet not a young man so civil,
To take off the burden of a maidenhead-evil,
Come gentle, &c.
Oh, let me, &c.

The young Man's Answer to the Maidens Call to the Batchelors.
to the same Tune.
Sweet heart I do find you no longer will tarry,
But fain with a young man wou'd hastily marry;
I'm not of your mind for I will not be wedded,
But if you'll consent yous shall be quickly bedded,
I'll hug thee, I'll kiss thee, and on the bed tumble,
And you shall not dye a maid, therefore don't grumble.

Another young man to this maiden reply'd,
Sweetheart I confess you shall n'er be deny'd:
'Tis pity that you should a virgin depart,
Before you have tasted of Cupid's love dart,
I'll hug thee, &c.
And you, &c.

Next day came another, and made a kind offer,
His hand and his heart and somthing else did proffer,
But marriage, quothe he, I will never consent to,
In any thing else, I would freely content you,
I'll hug thee, I'll kiss thee, and on the bed tumble,
And you shall not dye a maid, therefore don't grumble.

Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in Guilt-spur-street.