The Unnatural Mother:
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The two Loyal Lovers Fatal Overthrow.
The Mother she would not agree,
he should her Daughter have;
So they did part, she broke her Heart,
her Portion was the Grave.
To an Excellent New Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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WHen first of all I began for to Wooe.
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I loved a Bonny Lass as my Life,
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And every day I did kindness show,
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yet ne'er could obtain her to be my Wife.
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I served her Father for seven long years,
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I served her Father right faithfully,
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From morning till noon and from noon until night
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and all to enjoy her good company.
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My service and labour I counted as play,
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for had it been twenty long years and more,
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I'd think it as short as a Winter's day,
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enjoying my Love whom I did adore
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To her I did often reveal my Love,
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she gave me her hand, with her heart and all,
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And proved as true as the tender Dove,
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I cannot complain of my Love at all.
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As soon as her Parents did understand
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that I to their Daughter did bear good will,
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They studied to ruine us out of hand,
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and this is the cause of my sorrow still.
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I talk'd with her Mother right secretly,
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but I had no sooner declar'd my mind,
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But she lock'd her up in a Chamber high,
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and made her a Prisoner close confin'd.
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Then under her Window with Musick sweet,
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and many sweet Sonnets I'd serenade;
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There I with my amorous Love did meet,
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until at the length we were both betray'd.
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For when her own Mother at length did hear,
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that under her Window I often came,
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She Tyrant-like was the more severe,
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no Mother was ever so much to blame.
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Her innocent Daughter she took straightway,
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and bound her with Chains in a Dungeon deep;
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Not suffering her to behold the day,
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but there she in sorrow did sigh and weep.
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Her Mother afforded her no relief,
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but let her in showers of Tears lament,
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My heart it was ready to break with Grief,
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to think of the Torments she underwent.
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I being surrounded with Grief and Woe,
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to think of my true Love's misery;
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A Soldier to Flanders I streight did go,
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I valu'd not what would become of me.
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Now while in brave Flanders I did remain,
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and youthful young Lasses appear'd in view;
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The thoughts of my Love did increase my pain,
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and likewise my sorrow and grief renew.
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Then I took my Musket all in my hand,
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and cock'd and prim'd it immediately,
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And shot a Bullet towards fair England,
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the place where my Heart and my Love did lye.
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Soon after I crossed the Ocean main,
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unto the fair Banks of the English Shore,
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In order to see my true Love again,
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for whom I had many Months grieved sore.
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My Heart was streightways as heavy as Lead,
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as soon as her Father and Mother I see,
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Who told me their Daughter dear, she was dead,
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who broke her Heart for the Love of me.
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Oh then I was almost in despair,
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these Tydings did streightways my Soul surprize,
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I beat my Breast and tore my Hair,
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while Tears they did trickle down from my Eyes.
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My sorrowful ruine do's now appear,
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unnatural Parents, I well may say
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For why, you have Murder'd your Darli[ng] [De]ar,
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which might have liv'd many a happy day.
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My Pillow with sorrowful Tears I soak,
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without her I never can happy be;
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Farewel to the World, now my Heart is broke,
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my Dear, I'll lye down in the Grave with thee.
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