"Have ye any crack’d maidenheads, to new leach or mend? Have ye any old maidenheads to sell or to change? Bring ’em to me, with a little pretty gin, I’ll clout ’em, I’ll mend ’em, I’ll knock in a pin, Shall make ’em as good maids again, As ever they have been.If your daughters on their beds, Have bowed or crack’d their maidenheads; If, in a coach, with too much tumbling, They chance to cry, fy, fo, what fumbling! If her foot slip, and down fall she, And break her leg above the knee; The one and thirtieth of February let this be ta’en, And they shall be arrant maids again."