The Cov[et]ous Mother,
Or, The Terrible Overthrow of
Two loyal Lovers,
You that these woful tydings hear,
surely your hearts may bleed:
Who can forbear to shed a tear,
when they these lines shall read?
To the Tune of, O so Ungrateful a Creature. This may be Printed R. P.
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THere was a Wealthy young Squire,
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whom a Fair Damsel did love,
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Nay, and it was so intire,
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nothing his fancy could move:
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She born of ordinary Parents,
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which when his Friends this did know,
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They strove to set them at variance,
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proving their sad overthrow.
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Son, said his indulgent Mother
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pray you now listen to me;
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I have considerd another
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more suitable to your degree.
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That you may rise to promotion,
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she is both vertuous and fair,
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Two thousand pound to her Portion,
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therefore your folly forbear.
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Mother, those Charms does inflame me,
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which in my Dear I behold,
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Therefore I pray do not blame me,
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true love is better than Gold:
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Might I have Wealth out of measure,
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nothing my mind can remove;
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Ill never marry for Treasure,
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Give me the Creature I love.
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I can maintain (like a Lady)
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she whom I much do adore;
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Have I not Riches already,
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what need I covet for more?
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If you give me not one penny
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I have a Hundred a Year;
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Now if I marry with any,
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it shall be Nancy my dear.
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Son if your love be so rooted
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that from her you cannot part,
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By me it shan[]t be disputed,
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take her then with all my heart:
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But she in this was deceitful,
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as by this Ditty youll find
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Never was Action more hateful,
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Malice remaind in her mind.
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Streight she repaird to this Creature,
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vowing to send her away:
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Yet with a smile she did meet her,
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saying, Dear Daughter this day
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We will go buy yourAttire,
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every thing ill provide;
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Tis my unfeigned desire
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that you should be my Sons Bride.
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Thus was the matter contrived,
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just as his Mother would have,
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Then to a Captain in private,
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she sold her to be a Slave.
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She from Old England did send her
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filld with much Sorrow and Wo
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There was no soul to defend her;
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but was compelled to go.
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When her Intention was over,
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then she returnd to her Son;
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Freely to him to discover
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presently what she had done;
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When he had heard what shed said,
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his Rapier streight he pulld forth
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Raving like one quite distracted,
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crying youve Ruind us both.
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Then on the point of his Rapier
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he did immediately fall;
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His life did go out like a Taper;
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this was the Ruine of all.
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His Mother more than uncivil,
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was of a covetous mind;
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Money the Root of all evil,
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causd this confusion we find.
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Now does his Mother with weeping
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weary out many a day,
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While her dear Son he lyes sleeping
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low in a cold bed of clay,
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This is a sad Desolation,
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she whom he much did adore,
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Now is sent far from the Nations,
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where she will neer see him more
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