An Admirable New Northern Story.
Of two constant Lovers as I understand,
Were born neer to Applehie in Westmerland,
The Lad named Anthonie, Constance the Lasse,
To Sea they went both, and great dangers did passe,
How they suffered ship-wrack on the Coast of Spain,
For two years divided and then met again.
By wonderfull Fortune and care accident,
And now both live at home in joy and content,
The tune is, I would thou wert in Shrewsbury,
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TWo Lovers in the North,
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Constance and Anthony,
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Of them I will set forth
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a gallant History.
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They lovd exceeding well,
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as plainly doth appear,
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But that which I shall tell,
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the like you nere did hear.
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Stil she cryes Anthony,
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my bonny Anthony,
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Gang thou by Sea or Land,
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Ile wend along with thee.
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Anthony must to Sea,
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his calling did him bind,
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My Constance dear quoth he
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I must leave thee behind,
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I prethee do not greet,
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thy tears will not prevail,
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Ile think on thee my sweet,
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when the ships under sayle,
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But still she cryes, etc.
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How may that be said he,
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consider well the case,
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Quoth she sweet Anthony,
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Ile bide not in this place,
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If thou gang so will I,
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of the means do not doubt,
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A womans pollicy
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great matters may find out.
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My bonny, etc.
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I would be very glad
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but prethee tell me how,
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Ile dresse me like a Lad
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what sayst thou to me now.
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The Sea thou canst not brook
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yes very well quoth she,
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Ile scullian to the Cook
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for thy sweet company.
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My bony, etc,
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Anthonies leave she had,
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and drest in mans array,
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She seemd the blithest Lad,
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seen on a Summers day.
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O see what love can do
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at home she will not bide
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With her true love shel go,
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let weal or woe betide.
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My dearest, etc.
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In the ship twas her lot,
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to be the under Cook,
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And at the fire hot
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wonderfull pains she took,
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She served every one,
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fitting to their degree,
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And now and then alone,
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she kissed Anthony.
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My bonny Anthony,
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my cony Anthony,
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Gang thou by land or Sea
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Ile wend along with thee
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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A Lack and weladay,
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by tempest on the main,
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Their ship was cast away,
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upon the coast of Spain
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To th mercy of the waves.
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they all committed were,
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Constance her own self saves
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then she cryes for her dear,
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My bonny Anthony,
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my cony Anthony,
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If thou beest sunk ith Seas,
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I wish I were with thee.
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Swimming upon a Plank
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at Bilbo she got ashore.
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First she did heaven thank
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then she lamented sore.
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O woe is me said she,
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the saddest Lasse alive,
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My dearest Anthony
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now on the Sea doth drive.
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My bony etc.
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What shall become of me.
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why do I strive for shore,
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Sith my sweet Anthony,
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I never shall see more
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Fair Constance do not grieve
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the same good providence,
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Hath savd thy Lover sweet
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but he is far from hence,
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Still, etc.
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A Spanish Merchant rich
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saw this fair seeming Lad
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That did lament so much,
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and thus so grievous sad,
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He had in England bin,
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and English understood,
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He having heard and seen
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he in amazement stood,
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Stil, etc,
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The Merchant asked her
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what was that Anthony
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Quoth she my Brother sir,
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who came from hence with me
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He did her entertain,
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thinking she was a boy,
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Two years she did remain
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before she met her joy
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Still, etc.
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Anthony up was tane,
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by an English Runagade,
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With home he did remain
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at the Sea roaving trade,
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Ith nature of a slave,
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he did ith Gally row,
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Thus he his life did save,
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but Constance did not know,
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Still she, etc.
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Now mark what came to passe,
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see how the fates did work
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A ship that her Masters was
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surprizd this English Turk.
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And into Bilbo brought,
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all that aboard her were,
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Constance full little thought,
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Anthony was so near,
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Still she, etc.
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When they were come on shore,
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Anthony and the rest,
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She who was sad before
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was now with joy possest,
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The merchant much did muse
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at this so sudden change,
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He did demand the news
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which unto him was strange,
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Now she has, etc.
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Upon her knees she fell,
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unto her master kind,
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And all the truth to tell,
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nothing she kept behind.
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At which he did admire,
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and in a Ship of Spain,
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Not paying for their hire
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he sent them home again,
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Now she, etc.
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The Spanish merchant rich,
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did ofs own bounty give
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A sum of Gold on which
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they now most bravely live,
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And now in Westmerland
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near unto Appleby,
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They was joynd hand in hand
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Constance and Anthony,
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They live in mirth and glee.
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now she saies Anthony,
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Good providence I see,
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hath guarded thee and me.
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