The fair Maid of Dunsmore's Lamentation,
Occasion'd by Lord WIGMORE.
Once Governor of Warwick Castle; Being a full and true Relation how He entic'd fair
Isabel of Dunsmore, in Warwickshire, a Shepherd's Daughter to his Bed; and she per
ceiving herself to be with Child by him, rather than undergo the Disgrace amongst
her Friends, stabbed herself and died immediately.
To the Tune of Troy Town, etc.
Licens'd and Enter'd.
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ALL you that ever hard the name,
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of Wigmore that renowned Lord,
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Who once had gain'd a glorious fame,
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but loft it of his own accord;
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A lustful love did cause her woe,
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Which did his honour overthrow,
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The King had made him Governor,
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Of Warwick-Castle where he dwelt,
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not long but quickly hard of her,
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whole name to name my heart doth melt:
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A lustful Love etc.
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Fair Isabel they did her call,
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A Shepherd's Daughter fair and bright,
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which caus'd this Man of might to fall,
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In Love with her at the first sight,
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A lustful love etc.
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Lord Wigmore on a Summers day,
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With his own Servant walkt the Field,
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by a Small River they took their way
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whose murmering currant did pleasure yeild
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But a lustful love etc.
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They had not walked very far,
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But easily they migh espy,
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fair Isabel's Body to appear,
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A washing of her self just by:
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A lustful Love, etc.
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She in Silver stream alone,
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Was washing of her milk white skin,
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but had she her misfortune known,
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She would not in that place have been,
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A lustful love etc,
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The more he look'd the more he lov'd,
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till looking did for Action call,
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with flames of Lust his heart was mov'd,
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To work her ruin and his fall,
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A lustful love, etc
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Thus viewing her with burning pain,
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He could no longer there abide,
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But to his castle returns again,
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and there would fain his Passion hide;
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But lustful love etc.
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But all in vain the more he strove,
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From love sick fancies to retire,
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the more he burnt in lustful love,
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And Isabel must quench the Fire,
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A lustful love etc.
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A trusty Servant forth he sent,
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To bring her to him without delay,
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resolving for to have his ends,
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And quickly too he could not stay;
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A lustful love etc.
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The servant goes at his command,
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And vowes he will not be deny'd,
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there did he 'spy fair Isabel stand,
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Just dressed by the River side,
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A lustful love etc.
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The Servant told her courteously;
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His Lord desired her for to come,
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for he must speak with her instantly,
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She grants and went into his Room;
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A lustful Love, etc.
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Lord Wigmore fell upon his knees
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And beg'd of her she wou'd be kind,
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crying Isabel my dear none sees,
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Blush not my sweetest love is blind,
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A lustful love etc
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her Innocence was overcome,
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Oh! pitty 'twas she was beguil'd,
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She afterwards returned home,
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And from that time conceiv'd with Chid;
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A lustful love etc.
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Fair Isabel's mournful Recantation.
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AT Dunsmore, the fair Isabel,
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near unto Warwick that brave Town,
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There it was she mournfully did dwell,
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Repenting what was yet unknown,
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With sighs she cries Heaven pity me,
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Lord Wigmore this is long of thee,
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Quoth she, Alas what must i do,
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Or unto whom shall I make my moan?
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each day and hour increases my woe,
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And yet i dare not make it known,
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With sighs etc.
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Oh that i had ne'er ben born
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And being born had dy'd just then,
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each Virgin will hold me in scorn,
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I shall be scoff'd by all young men;
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With sighs etc.
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At five Months end she could perceive,
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Her Belly swell and big did grow,
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the Babe within her Womb did strive,
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And friends began the cause to know,
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With sighs etc.
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Poor Isabel destrest with grief,
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Laments her folly but too late,
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instead of giving her relief,
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Her friends do prosecute their hate;
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with sighs etc.
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But she not able to endure,
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Their anger and her own disgrace.
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resolves to find a speedy cure,
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In some convenient private place,
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with sighs etc.
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with that sad resolution bent,
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She takes a Dagger in her hand,
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will make a heart of stone relent,
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The truth of this to understand,
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with sighs etc.
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She prays that heaven would her forgive,
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Then to her heart her Dagger sent,
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and down she dropt; let those that live
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Take care betimes and all Repent,
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At last she cry'd Oh woe is me,
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Lord Wigmore this is long of thee,
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Lord Wigmore hearing of this Deed,
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He never more had quiet rest,
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his guilty heart did in him bleed,
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And privately his sins confest,
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Fair Isabel, forgive me, and I,
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will pine with Sorrow till I dye.
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I must confess i did the wrong,
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And openly will it proclaim;
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Let all young Men that hear this Song
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Take care they ne'er commit the same:
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Fair Isabel etc.
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And when I am dead and blood is cold,
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To shew, my dear, I lov'd thee well,
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one Tomb shall both our Bodies hold,
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Such is my Love for Isabel:
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Fair Saint forgive my Crime and I
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will pine with soorrow till I Dye.
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