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B04116 A lamentable ballad of the Lady's fall. Tune is, In pescod time. 1692 (1692) Wing L259; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[9] 1,812 1

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A Lamentable Ballad of the Ladies Fall Tune is In Pescod time MArk well my heavy doleful Tale You Loyal Lovers all And heedfully bear in your breast a gallant Ladies fall Long was she woo'd e're she was won to lead a wedded life But folly wrought her overthrow before she was a wife Too soon alas she gave consent to yield unto his will Though he protested to be true and faithful to her still She felt her body altered quite her bright hue waxed pale Her fair red cheeks turn'd colour white her strength began to fail So that with many a sorrowful sigh this beautious Maiden mild With grievous heart perceiv'd her self to be conceiv'd with Child She kept it from her fathers sight as close as close might be And so put on her silken gown none might her swelling see Vnto her Lover secretly she did her self bewray And walking with him hand in hand these words to him did say Behold said she a Maids distress my love brought to thy vow Behold I go with Child by thee but none thereof doth know The little Babe springs in my womb to hear the Fathers voice Let it not be a Bastard call'd sith I made thee my choice Come come my love perform thy vow and wed me out of hand O leave me not in this extream in grief alwayes to stand Think on thy former promise made thy vows and oaths each one Remember with what bitter tears to me thou mad'st thy moan Convey me to some secret place and marry me with spéed Or with thy Rapier end my life e're further shame procéed Alas my dearest Love quoth he my greatest joy on earth Which way can I convey thée hence without a sudden Death Thy friends they be of high degrée and I of mean estate Full hard it is to get thée forth out of thy Fathers gate Dread not thy self to save my fame and if thou taken be My self will step betwéen the Swords and take the harm on me So shall I scape Dishonour quite If so I should be slain What could they say but that true love did work a Ladies Bane ANd not fear any further harm my self will so devise That I will go away with thee unseen of mortal eyes Disguised like some pritty Page I 'le meet thee in the dark And all alone I 'le come to thee hard by my Fathers Park And there quoth he I 'le meet my love If God do lend me life And this day month without all fail I will make thee my wife Then with a sweet and loving kiss the parted presently And at their parting brinish tears stood in each others eye At length the wished day was come whereby this lovely Maid With lovely eyes and strange attire for her true lover staid When any person she espy'd come riding o're the plain She thought it was her own true love but all her hopes were vain Then did she weep and sore bewail her most unhappy state Then did she speak these woful words when succourless she sat O false forsworn and faithless wretch disloyal to thy love Ha●● thou forgot thy promise made and wilt thou perjur'd prove And ●ast thou now forsaken me in this my great distress To end my days in open shame which thou might'st well redress Wo worth the time I did believe That flattering tongue of thine Would God that I had never seen the tears of thy false Eyne And thus with many a sorrowful sigh homewards she went again No rest came in her watry Eyes she felt such bitter pain In travel strong she fell that night with many a bitter throw What woful pangs she felt that night doth each good woman know She called up her waiting Maid that lay at her Beds feet Who musing at her M●stris woe did strait begin to weep Weep not said she but shut the door and windows round about Let none bewail my wretched case but keep all persons out O Mistris call your Mother dear of women you have need And of some skilful Mid-wives help the better you may speed Call not my Mother for thy life nor call no women here Tho Mid-wives help comes now too late my death I do not fear With that the Babe sprang in her Womb no Creature being nigh And with a sigh that broke her heart this gallant Dame did dye This living little Infant young the mother being dead Resign'd his new received breath to him that had him made Next morning came her Lover true affrighted at this news And he for sorrow slew himself whom each one did accuse The mother with the new born Babe were both laid in one grave Their Parents overcome with wo●e no joy of them could have Take heed you dainty Damosels all of flattering words beware And of the honour of your name have you a special care Too true alas this story is as many one can tell By others harms learn to be wise and thou shalt do full well Printed for W. Thackeray at the Angel in Duck-Lane E. M. and A. M.