Here is an old one collected in 1605, so must be from the 16th century. Some old words and old spelling!

Mon père m'a donnée (chanson à danser) Extrait des : Airs de Cour comprenans le trésor des trésors, la fleur des fleurs et eslite des chansons amoureuses, extraites des œuvres non encore cy devant mises en lumière des plus fameux et renomez poètes de ce siècle – à Poitiers par Pierre Brossart - 1607 Mon père m'a donnée à un jeune avocat La première nuitée qu'avec moi il coucha la la (Refrain) Courage, courage ma fille Non tu n'en mourras pas La première nuitée qu'avec moi il coucha, Il me vint sans parler frapper de son matelats* Il me vint sans parler frapper de son matelats Je me prins à crier, venez à mon trépas Je me prins à crier, venez à mon trépas Ma mère oyant ma plainte, vint qui me consola Ma mère oyant ma plainte, vint qui me consola Me disant n'ayes crainte, non tu n'en mourras pas Me disant n'ayes crainte, non tu n'en mourras pas Car j'estais de ta sorte quand on me fit cela Car j'estais de ta sorte quand on me fit cela Et si j'en fusse morte tu ne serais pas la Et si j'en fusse morte tu ne serais pas la Au sort si tu y meurs, enterrée tu seras Au sort si tu y meurs, enterrée tu seras Et avec force pleurs, Las ! On te portera Et avec force pleurs, Las ! On te portera Au plus haut de la ville ton sepulchre sera Au plus haut de la ville ton sepulchre sera Et par un homme habille ces mots on gravera Et par un homme habille ces mots on gravera Cy gist la jeune fille qui mourut de cela Cy gist la jeune fille qui mourut de cela Ça été la première, la dernière sera.

My Father Gave me Off (song to dance) Extract from: Airs de Cour including the treasure of treasures, the flower of flowers and elite amorous songs, extracted from works not yet highlighted by the most famous and renowned poets of this century - in Poitiers by Pierre Brossart - 1607 My father gave me off to a young lawyer. The first night he slept with me, (Chorus) Hold on, hold on, daughter No you won't die of it. The first night he slept with me, He came without speaking to knock me with his mattress He came without speaking to knock me with his mattress I began to cry, "Come to my demise!" I began to cry, "Come to my demise!" My mother hearing my complaint, came and consoled me My mother hearing my complaint, came and consoled me Telling me, "Don't be afraid, no you won't die of it Telling me, "Don't be afraid, no you won't die of it Cause I was like you when they did this to me Cause I was like you when they did this to me And if I had died you wouldn't be here And if I had died you wouldn't be here. At worst, if you die, you will be buried, At worst, if you die, you will be buried, And with a lot of tears, alas! we will carry you. And with a lot of tears, alas! we will carry you. At the top of the city your sepulcher will be At the top of the city your sepulcher will be And by a skilled man these words will be engraved And by a skilled man these words will be engraved "Here lies the girl who died of that, Here lies the girl who died of that, She's been the first, the last she will be."

I suppose the mattress is the padded codpiece men would use at that time and that looked like a cushion!