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A50631
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The merchants daughter of Bristow The tune is, the maidens joy.; Marchants daughter of Bristow.
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1669
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Wing M1745A; ESTC R217904
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The Merchants Daughter of Bristow The Tune is The Maidens joy BEhold the touchstone of true love Maudlin the Merchants daughter of Bristow town Whose firm affection nothing could move This favour bears the lovely brown A gallant youth was dwelling by Which many years had born this Maiden great good will She loved him so faithfully But all her friends withstood it still The young man now perceiving well he could not get nor win y e favour of her friends The force of sorrow to expel To view strange Countries he intends And now to take his last farewel Of his true love his fair and constant Maudlin With Musick sweet that did excel He plaid under her window then Farewel quoth he mine own true love Farwel my dear chiefest treasure of my heart Through Fortunes spight that false did prove I am enforc'd from thee to part Into the Land of Italy There will I wail and weary out my life in woe Seeing my true love is kept from me I hold my life a mortal foe Fair Bristow Town therefore adieu For Padua shall be my habitation now Although my love doth rest in thee To whom alone my heart I vow With trickling tears thus did he sing With sighs sobs descending from his heart full sore He said when he his hands did wring Farewel sweet love for evermore Fair Maudlin from a window high Beholding her true love with musick where he stood But not a word she did reply Fearing her parents angry mood In tears she spent that woful night Wishing her self though naked with her faithful friend She blames her friends and fortunes spight That wrought her love such luckless end And in her heart she made a vow Clean to forsake her Country and her kindred all And for to follow her true love To bide all chance that might befall The night is gone and the day is come And in the morning early did she rise She gets her down into a lower room Where sundry Seamen she espys A gallant Master among them all The Master of a great and goodly Ship was he Who there was waiting in the Hall To speak with her father if it might be She kindly takes him by the hand Good sir said she and would you speak with any here Quoth he fair Maid therfore I do stand Then gentle Sir I pray draw near Into a pleasant Parlor by With hand in hand she brings the Seaman all alone Sighing to her self most piteously She thus to him did make her mone She falls upon her bended knée Good sir said she now pitty you a womans woe And prove a faithful friend to me That I to you my grief may show Sith you repose your trust he said In me who am unknown eke a stranger here Be you assur'd most proper Maid Most faithful still I will appear I have a Brother then quoth she Whom as my life I love and favour tenderly In Padua alas is he Full sick God wot and like to dye Full fain I would my brother see But that my father will not yield to let me go Therefore good Sir be good to me And unto me this favour show Some Ship-boys garment bring to me That I disguis'd may go unknown And unto Sea I 'le go with thée If so much favour might be shown Fair Maid quoth he take here my hand I will fulfil each thing that you desire And set you safe in that same Land And in the place that you require She gave him then a tender kiss And saith to him your servant Master will I be And prove your faithful friend for this Sweet Master then forget not me This done as they had both agreed Soon after that before the break of day He brings her garments then with spéed Therein her self she did array And e're her father did arise She méets her Master as he walked in the hall She did attend on him likewise Until her father did him call But e're the Merchant made an end Of all his weighty matters he had then to say His Wife came weeping in with speed Saying our daughters gone away The Merchant then amaz'd in mind Yonder vile wretch intic'd away my child qd she But I well wot I shall him find At Padua in Italy With that bespake the Master brave Worshipful Merchant thither goes this preâ—ty youth And any thing that you would crave He will perform and write the truth Sweet youth qd he if it be so Bear me a letter to the English Merchant there And gold on thee I will bestow My Daughters welfare I do fear Her Mother took her by the hand fair youth qd she if e'r thou dost my daughter sée Let me soon thereof understand And there is twenty Crowns for thee Thus through the daughters strange disguise The Mother knew not when she spake unto her child And after her Master straight she â—ies Taking her leave with countenance mild Thus to the Seas fair Maudlin is gone with her gentle Master God lend them a merry wind Where we a while must let them alone Till you the second part do find WElcome sweet Maudlin from the Seas Where bitter storms tempests do arise The pleasant banks of Italy You may behold with mortal eyes Thanks gentle Master then said she A faithful friend in sorrow thou hast been If fortune once do smile on me My gentle heart shall soon be seen Blest be the Land that féeds my love Blest be the place whereas his person doth abide No tryal will I stick to prove Whereby my true love may be try'd Now will I walk with joyful heart To view the town whereas my darling doth remain And seek him out in every part Until his sight I do obtain And I quoth he will not forsake Sweet Maudlin in her sorrows up and down In wealth or woe thy parti'le take And bring thee safe to Padua Town And after many weary steps In Padua they safe arrived at the last For very joy her heart it leaps She thinks not on her sorrows past Condemn'd he was to dye alas Except he would from his Religion turn But rather then he would to Masse In fiery flames he vow'd to burn Now doth swéet Maudlin weep and wail Her joy is turn'd to weeping sorrow grief and care For nothing could her plaints prevail For death alone must be his share She walks under the Prison walls Where her true love did lye languish in distress When wofully for food he calls When hunger did his heart oppresse He sighs and sobs and makes great moan Farewel swéet love for evermore And all my friends that have me known In Bristow town with wealth and store But most of all farewel quoth he My own sweet Maudlin whom I left behind For never more thou shalt me see Woe to thy father most unkind How well I were if thou wert here With thy fair hands to close these my Wretched eyes My torments easie would appear My soul with joy would