The Duke's Daughter's Cruelty:
OR, THE
Wonderful Apparition of two Infants whom she Murther'd
and Buried in a Forrest, for to hide her Shame.
To an excellent new Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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THere was a Duke's Daughter lived in York,
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Come bend and bear away the Bows of Yew,
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So secretly she loved her Father's Clark,
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Gentle Hearts be to me true.
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She lov d him long and many a day,
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Till big with Child she went away,
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She went into the wide Wilderness,
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Poor she was to be pitied for her heaviness,
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She leant her back against a Tree,
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And there she endur'd much misery,
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She leant her back against an Oak,
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With bitter sighs these words she spoke,
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She set her foot against a Thorne,
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And there she had two pritty Babes born,
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She took her filliting off her head,
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And there she ty'd them hand and leg,
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She had a Penknife long and sharp,
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And there she stuck them to the heart,
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She dug a Grave, it was long and deep,
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And there she laid them into sleep,
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The coldest Earth it was their Bed,
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The green Grass was their Coverlid,
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She cut her hair and changed her Name,
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From Fair Elinor to Sweet William,
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As she was a gowing by her Father's hall,
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She see three Children a playing at ball,
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One was drest in Scarlet fine,
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And the other as naked as e're they was born,
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O Mother, O Mother, if these Children was mine,
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I would dress them Scarlet fine,
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O Mother, O Mother when we was thine,
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You did not dress us in Scarlet fine,
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You set your back against a Tree,
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And there you endured great misery,
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You set you foot against a Thorne,
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Come bend, etc.
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And there you had us pritty Babes born,
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You took your filliting off your head,
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And there you bound us hand to leg,
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You had a Penknife long and sharp,
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Come bend, etc.
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And there you stuck us to the heart,
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You dug a Grave, it was long and deep,
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Come bend, etc.
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And there you laid us into sleep,
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The coldest Earth it was our Bed,
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The green Grass was our Coverlid,
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O Mother, O Mother for your sin,
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Heaven-gate you shall not enter in,
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O Mother, O Mother for your sin,
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Hell-gates stands open to let you in,
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The Lady's cheeks look'd pale and wand,
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Alass! said she, what have I done?
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She tore her silken locks of hair,
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And dy'd away in sad despair,
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Young Ladies all of beauty bright,
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Come bend and bear away the Bows of Yew,
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Take warning by her last good-night,
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Gentle Hearts be to me true.
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