The Merchant of Scotland
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The Unfortunate Damosel.
A Damosel fair in Scotland born,
Being full of grief and left forlorn,
Twas an English-man that she did love,
Who left her and unkind did prove:
In private she did make great moan.
Because her English-man was gone.
An Edenborough-Merchant there,
Her sighs and groans did chance to hear:
And married her, but in short time,
Was forcd to leave his Native chine;
And sail unto some forraign shore,
Leaving her sadder then before.
To a pleasant Countrey Tune.
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ABroad as I was walking, all by the Park side
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Abroad as I was walking, so merry merrily;
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Oh I heard a fair maid make great moan,
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And still she did weep for good company,
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And still she did weep for good company.
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Oh what do you weep for? my well favourd Maid
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What do you weep for, so sore and bitterly?
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Quoth she, I weep for an English-man,
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That is quite banisht out of this Country, etc.
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Come I am the Burgess of Edenborough town,
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And I pray thee Sweet-heart lay thy love to me,
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oh then this Merchant-Man draws forth a bag of gold
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And he laid it on this fair Maids knee;
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Saying sweet-heart, take thou this,
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And afterwards lay thy love to me, etc.
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I pray you take up your money, your money,
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I pray you take up your gold and all your fee,
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For if that I prove false to Kester a Wait,
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Oh how should I prove true to thee?
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Oh how should I prove true to thee?
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At length this fair Maid did behold,
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The Merchants great baggs, & his comely face,
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She also did cast an eye upon his Gold,
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And willing she was the same for to embrace,
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And willing she was the same for to embrace.
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Kind sir, quoth she, since my first love is gone,
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And if that you will make much of me,
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Ile cheer up my heart, & ile live with you alone,
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And to morrow your married wife I will be,
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And to morrow your married wife I will be.
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AGreed, agreed, the Merchant-man did say,
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I do love thee with all my heart,
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I could wish that we might have been married to day,
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For I from my dearest will never depart,
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For I from my dearest will never depart.
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the next day being come, they were Married both,
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Being cloathed in rich array,
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And being at the Church they both plighted their troth
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and Kept a most jovial wedding-day, etc.
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But they had not been a month Married,
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Not a Month Married were they,
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But there came News from Edenborough-town
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That all Merchant-Men must go to Sea, etc.
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This grieved the Merchant piteously,
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That he must so soon bid adieu to his dear,
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But alas the poor Bride, how grieved was she?
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And at every word fell many a tear, etc.
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He bid her adieu, for to Sea he must go,
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But she held him fast in her arms,
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You must not, you shall not, my dearest now,
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I will keep you at home without harms, etc.
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Oh I must go to Sea my Honey, my Honey,
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Oh I must go to Sea my dearest Honey,
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But when I am gone to Sea, and to Sea,
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I prithee look after my little Conney, etc.
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Then giving her many Kisses so sweet,
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He bid her farewell with a sorrowful heart,
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Saying, being of good cheer till again we do meet
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And then from my Love I will never depart, etc.
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When thus he had said, then away he did go,
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And now he is sailing over the Main,
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He leaves her behind, full of sorrow and woe,
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But more you shall know, when he comes back again,
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But more you shall know when he comes back again.
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