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A30544
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An excellent ballad of the mercers son of Midhurst, and the cloathiers daughter of Guilford To the tune of, Dainty come thou to me.
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1691
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Wing B602A; Wing E3796; ESTC R214024
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An Excellent Ballad of the Mercers Son of Midhurst And the Cloathiers Daughter of Guilford To the Tune of Dainty come thou to me THere was a Wealthy man in Sussex he did dwell A Mercer by his Trade as many yet can tell He had a Youthful Son whom fancy did so move He cryed night and Day Alack I dye for love Alack I dye for Love beauty disdaineth me The Clothiers Daughter dear works my extremity She hath my heart in hold that did most cruel prove Thus cry'd he night and day Alack c. Alack I dye for Love fortune so sore doth frown The jewel of my heart dwelleth in Guilford Town There lives the lamp of life for whom this pain I prove Fair Phillis pitty me Alack c. Alack I dye for love and can no comfort find The Clothiers Daughter dear beareth too high a mind Sweet beauties Paragon fair Venus silver Dove Fair Phillis pitty me Alack c. Alack I dye for Love whilst thou dost laugh and smiâ—e Let not thy pleasure be true Love for to beguile My life lies in your hand then as it doth behove Slay not the Mercers Son Alack c. If that my beauty bright doth grieve thy heart quoth she Then let the Mercers Son turn still his face from me I do no man disdain nor can I cruel prove My heart must still say nay Where my heart cannot love Where my heart cannot love lovers all must I shun The Clothiers Daughter thus answered the Mercers Son I bear no lofy mind yet pitty cannot move My mind to fancy him where c. Where my heart cannot love I must his love deny Although I laugh and smile yet falshood I defie Thou art too fond a man life danger thus to prove I 'le not wed good friend John where my heart cannot love What good can there befall to that new married Wife Where goods and wealth is small want causeth deadly strife But where is wealth at will experience oft doth prove Though love at first is small yet goods increaseth love Yet goods increaseth love and I will never wed But were the Key of Gold opens the door to Bed For she may merry be what chance soever hap Where bags of money comes tumbling within her lap Tumpling within her lap whilst she her Gold doth tell With such a husband Sir I do delight to dwell Were he young were he old deform'd or fair in show My pleasure still should be where pleasure still doth flow Where pleasure still doth flow is that your mind quoth he My Father will bestow as much as comes to thee Hadst thou five hundred pound five hundred more beside My Father will bestow If thou wilt be my Bride If thou wilt be my Bride thus much I understand My Father will give me his house and eke his Land So while that he doth live with us he may remain What says my hearts delight is this a bargain plain This is a bargain plain quoth she I am content So he perform this thing I give thee my consent And I will merry be my mind shall not remove Thou shalt be my sweet-heart I 'le be thy own true love I 'le be thy own true love then make no more delay I greatly long to see our marrige happy day To Midhurst in all haste goeth the Mercers Son He told his Father dear his true love he had won The old man hearing this conveyed out of hand Assurance to his Son of all his house and Land When he had done this deed he wept most bitterly Saying my dearest Son thou must be good to me Well worth two hundred pound this morning was I known But the Cloaths of my back now nothing is my own And all this I have done dear Son to pleasure thee Think on thy Fathers love and deal thou well with me Dear Father quoth the Son if I do not do so God pour upon my head hot vengeance grief and woe The young-man wedded was to his fair lovely Bride But wondrous grief and woe thereof there did betide As after you shall hear in the old mans Complaint A tale of greater grief cannot your heart attaine A warning by this thing all men may understand Lest they do come to live under their Childrens hand FINIS A Ballad Intituled The Old Mans Complaint against hiâ— Wretched Son who to Advance his Marriage did undo himself To the same Tune ALL you that Fathers be look on my misery Let not affection fond work your extremity For to advance my Son in Marriage wealthily I have my self undone without all remedy I that was wont to live uncontroul'd any way With many checks and taunts am grieved every day Alack and woe is me I that might late command Cannot have a bit of Bread but at my Childrens hand While I was want to sit chief at the Tables end Now like a Servant slave must I on them attend I must not come in place where their friends merry be Lest I should my Son disgrace with my unreverency My coughing in the night offends my Daughter-in-Law My deafness and ill sight doth much disliking draw Fie on this doting fool this crooked Churl quoth she The Chimney-corner still must with him troubled be I must rise from my Chair to give my Children place I must speak Servants fair this is my woful case Vnto their friends they tell I must not say they lye That they do keep me here even of meer Charity When I am sick in bed they will not come me nigh Each day they wish me dead yet say I 'le never dye O Lord an 't be thy will look on my woful case No honest man before ever took such disgrace This was the Old man's plaint every night and day With woe he waxed faint but mark what I shall say This rich and dainty pair the young-man and his Wife Though clog'd with Golden Coin yet led a grievous life Seven years they married were and yet in all that space God sent them ne'r an Heir their Riches to imbrace Thus did their sorrow breed joy was from them exil'd Quoth she a hundred pound would I give for a Child To have a joyful Child of my own body born Full oft I am revil'd of this my barren Womb Much Physick did she take to make a fruitful soil And with access thereof her body she did spoyl Full of grief full of pain full of each grew she then That she cries out amain seek for some cunning men That I my health may have I will no money spare But that which she did crave never fell to her share Alack alack she said what torments I live in How well are they apaid that truly ease can win So that I had my health and from this pain was free I would give all my wealth that Blessed day to see O that I my health had though I were ne'r so poor I car'd not though I went begging from door to door Fie on this muck quoth she it cannot pleasure me In this my woful case and great extremity Thus liv'd she long in pain all comfort from her fled She strangled at the last her self within the bed Her Husband full of grief consumed wofully His body pin'd away suddenly he did dye E're thirteen years were past dy'd he without a will And by this means at last the old man living still Injoy'd his Land at last after much misery Many years after that liv'd he most happily Far richer then before by this means was he known He helpt the sick and sore the poor man overthrown But this was all his Song let all men understand Those Parents are accurst live on their Childrens hand Printed for and Sold by W. Thackeray at the Angel in Duck Lane J. M. and A. M.