The LAMENTATION
OF
Dell's Mistris
For the Loss of her Gallant.
To a New Tune, called; The little Fishes in the Deep, knows no such Liberty.
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DELL 's Mistris dear, with Carret hair,
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her Love his Wisdom drown'd;
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But he was Hanged at Tyburn strong,
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caused sorrows to abound.
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My sorrow is great for his sad fate,
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for loss of my dear Friend;
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I wish I had him by my side,
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sorrows would have an end.
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Be gone, be gone, fond thoughts be gone,
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and give your sorrows o're;
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My Friend that I expected down
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will never come no more.
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Which makes my heart within me burn,
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to think how I am down;
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For once I was belov'd I thought,
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by the Wisest of the Town.
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My Neighbours make a scoff at me,
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and Laugh at my own Door;
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Because he's Hang'd that was my Friend,
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and will never come no more.
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If my dear Friend was here again,
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that stands in Chirargions Hall,
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My Neighbours durst not scoff at me,
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for he'd a plagu'd them all.
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He plagu'd poor men to maintain me,
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and thus he led his Life,
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And all was for the Love of she,
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that is the Taylors Wife.
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He put his Father Ball to Nurse,
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to Deans that was his Friend:
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But for the Riches that he had,
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he come by his sad end.
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Dell Murthered his Father dear,
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his Brother, and his Wife:
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For since they come to Edger Town,
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'twas I that caus'd the strife.
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His Company was as sweet to me,
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as Roses are in June ,
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I thought he was the wisest Man,
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that was in Edger Town.
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The Spirit of his Murthered Wife,
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appears to each Man's sight,
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No comfort in the World she had,
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as he did lead his Life
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This Song is made of Dell my friend,
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that Kill'd his Brother Ball ,
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And I which am the Taylors wife,
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I was the cause of all.
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Since that I can't Revenged be,
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of those that seek my fall,
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I wish I were with my dear Friend,
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that stands in Surgeons Hall.
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FINIS.
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