Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	die_v	live_v	time_n	13,446	5	4.0318	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B02831	The Scotch lasses constancy or Jenny's lamentation for the death of Jockey: who for her sake was unfortunately kill'd by Sawney in a duel. Being a most pleasant new song, to a new tune.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1682 (1682)	Wing D2772B; ESTC R174902	1,286	1

The Scotch Lasses Constancy OR Jenny's Lamentation for the loss of Jockey Who for her sake was Vnfortunately Kill'd by SAWNEY in a Duel Being a most pleasant New Song to a New Tune TWa Bonny Lads were Sawny and Jockey But Jockey was Low'd and Sawny unlucky Yet Sawny was tall well-favour'd and witty But I's in my heart thought Jockey more pritty For when he view'd me su'd me woo'd me Never was Lad so like to undo me 〈…〉 and almost dy'd 〈…〉 would gang and come no mere to me Jockey would Love but he would not marry 〈…〉 was afraid that I should miscarry 〈…〉 cunning tongue with Wit as so guilded 〈…〉 my heart would have yielded Daily he prest me blest me kist me Lost was the hour methought when he mist me Crying denying sighing I woo'd him And mickle ado I had to get from him But unlucky fate robb'd me of my Jewel For Sawney would make him fight in a Duel Then down in a dale with Cyprus surrounded Oh! there in my sight poor Jockey was wounded But when he thrill'd him fell'd him kill'd him Who can express my grief that beheld him Raging I tore my hair to bind him And vowed and swore I 'de ne'r stay behind him I'se shriek'd and I'se cry'd wa'es me so unhappy For I 'se now have lost mine nene sweet Jockey Sawny I curst and bid him to flye me I vow'd I swore he should ne'r come nigh me But I 'd spight him hate him fight him And never again would Jenny like him Though he did sigh and almost dye He cry'd fie on me cause I did slight him And from me I 'se bid him straightway be ganging When with arms across and head down hanging Whilst that my poor Jockey was a dying He to the VVoods then departed sighing And his breath wanted panted fainted VVhilst that for him many tears were not scanted I 'se beat my breast and my grief expressed Wae's me that Death my joy had suppressed At which my Jockey a little reviving And with his death as it were he lay then striving Open'd his eyes and looked upon me And faintly sigh'd Ah! Death has undone me Jenny my Hony I'se must part from thee But when I 'm dead sure there 's none will wrong thee I did love thee and that did move me To Fight that so a man I'se might prove me But ah cruel Fate to death I am wounded Oh! and with that again he sounded Whilst for to dress his wound I apply'd me But wae alas his life was deny'd me Death had appaul'd him gaul'd him thrall'd him So that he dy'd with grief I beheld him And left poor Jenny all a mourning And cruel Sawny cursing and scorning From Jockies cold Lips I often stole kisses The which whilst he lived were still my blisses A thousand times I did sob sigh it And mickle ado I'se had to be quiet For as I ey'd him spy'd him ply'd him Never a thought could then pass beside him I 'se bann the Fates that Life denying Had robb'd me of Jockey and long I sat sighing Till I'se at last with Cyprus crown'd him And with my Tears I 'se almost had drown'd him The Turtles about us then came flying And mourning coo'd to seem a sighing I'se view'd him ru'd him with Flowers strew'd him And with my love to the last persu'd him Resolving that I 'se not stay behind him But sighing do and seek for to find him FINIS Printed for P. Brooksby in Pyecorner