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B01861
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A ballad intituled, The old mans complaint against his wretched son, who to advance his marriage, did undo himself. To the same tune.
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1695
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Wing B602B; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[276]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[331]
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A most excellent Ballad of an Old Man and his Wife VVho in their want and misery sought to their Children for succour by whom they were disdained and scornfully sent them away succourless and Gods vengeance shewed on them for the same Tune of Priscillca IT was an Old man and his Poor Wife in great distress did fall They were so feeble with age God wot they could not work at all A Gallant Son they had which lived wealthily To him they went with a full intent to ease their misâ—ry Alack and alas for woe A hundred miles when they had gone wiâ—h many a weary step At length they saw their Sons fair house which made their hearts to leap They sat them on the Green their Hose and Shoos to trim They put their bands about their Necks against they should enter in Alack c. Unto the Door with trembling Ioynts when these Old couple came The Woman with a shaking hand the Old Man blind and lame Full mannerly they knockt fearing for to offend At last their Son frowningly came unto them in the end Alack c. Good folks qd he what would you have methinks you are too bold Why get you not home to your own Country now you are lame and old With that they both reply'd with sorrow care and grief Here are we come to thee our son for succour and relief Alack and alas for woe THis is the Father gentle Son and I thy loving Mother That brought thee up so tenderly and lov'd thee above all other I bore thee in my womb these breasts did nourish thee And as it chanc'd I often danc'd thee on my tender knee Alack and alas for woe And humbly now me intreat our dear and loving Son That thou wilt do for us in our age as we for you have done Now nay not so he said your suit is all in vain 'T is best for you I tell you true to get you home again Alack c. The world 's not now as when I was born all things are grown more dear My charge of children likewise is great as plainly doth appear The best that I can do will hardly them maintain Therefore I say he packing away and get you hame again Alack c. The old man with his Hat in his Hand full many a Leg did make The woman wept and wrung her hands and pray'd for Christ his sake Not so to send them back distressed and undone But let us lye in some Barn here by Quoth she me loving Son By no means he would thereto consent but sent them soon away Quoth he you know the peril of the Law if long time here you stay The Stocks and Whiping-poast shall fall unto your share Then take you heed and with all speed to your Country repair Alack c. Away then went this woful Old man full sat in heart and mind With weeping tears his Wife did lament their Son was so unkind Thou wicked Wretch quoth they for this thy cruel deed The Lord sent thee as little pitty when thou dost stand in need Alack c. His Children hearing their Father set his Parents thus at naught In short time after to have his Land his death they subtiâ—lty wrought What cause have we quoth they more kindness to express Then he unto his Parents did in their great wretchedness Alack c. They Murdered him in piteous sort they weigh'd not his intreats The more he pray'd compassionately the greater were his threats Speak not to us quoth they for thou the death shalt dye And with that word a dagger and sword they mangled him monstrously Alack c. When they had got his Silver and Gold according to their mind They buried him in a stinking Ditch were no man should him find But now behold and see Gods vengeance on them all To gain their Gold their Couzin came and stew them great and small Alack c. He came among them with a great Club in dead of time of the night Yea two of the Sons he brain'd therewith and taking of his flight The Murderer taken was and suffered for the same Deservedly for that cruelty Alack and alas therefore c. Printed for F. Coles T. Vere I. Wright J. Clarke W. Thackeray and T. Rassâ—â—â—â—â—