Windsor LADY.
To an excellent Northern Tune.
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IN Windsor famous town did dwell,
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A maiden lady, did excel,
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All other maidens in that place,
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For sparkling eyes & charming face,
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She was fair, she was kind,
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Still she bore a virtuous mind.
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She had her fortune in her hand,
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Ten thousand pound in cash & land
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such portion many sweetheart brought
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But she replied I have no thought,
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For to wed, I'll tell you why,
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Men are false, a maid I'll die.
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But at length to her did come,
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A brisk young Lad a 'squire's Son,
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Who vow'd he lov'd her as his life,
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And woo'd her for to be his wife,
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But she cry'd stand you by,
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For a maid I live and die.
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At her repulse they all gave o'er,
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I am sure there was half a score;
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A Lieutenant to her since came,
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Who in the wars had many slain,
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Lady fair, he would cry,
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Love me, love me or I die.
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Sir said the lady I do find,
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You are a murderer of mankind;
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To kill it is your business 'tis true,
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Ne'er let a woman then kill you,
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Oh! for shame serve your King
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Let not love in wars be seen.
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I could Castle storm, or Fort,
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In milder terms I do you court,
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'Tis tender love I do impart;
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If you deny you'll break my heart,
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Ha! Ha! Ha! the lady cry'd,
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For love ne'er knew a Soldier die
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O dear madam pray say not so,
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My love is real you shall know,
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By you madam my heart is slain,
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There's none but you can cure my pain
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Ha! Ha! Ha! the lady cry'd,
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For love i ne'er knew a Soldier die
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The leiutenant at this did rave,
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And cryed dear madam Im your slave,
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Then took a Pistol and did say,
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This shall end my life this day,
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Welcome death, welcome grave,
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None but you my life can save,
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Oh! Sir, 'tis not worth your while,
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For love of me your life beguile,
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No keep your gun and go your way,
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'Twill serve in the field another day,
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Ha! Ha! Ha! the lady cryed,
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For love i ne'er knew a Soldier die,
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Then out of the room she run,
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And left her lover with his gun,
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Which he immediately did place,
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The barrel just against his breast,
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Then let fly, and bounce it went,
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The lady scream'd with discontent.
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Then strait into the room she run,
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And saw he had his business done;
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For he lay bleeding on the floor,
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And she for help cry'd o'er and o'er.
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Haste and fly, or he'll die,
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Bring a surgeon speedily.
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Then she laid her on the ground,
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Gently wiping of his wound,
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And with weeping eyes did say,
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Heaven save my love this day,
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If he lives, him I'll have,
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Or will follow him to the grave.
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The lieutenant did then reply,
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Ten thousand deaths I'd rather die,
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Therefore lady weep no more,
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Since you love, I'm happy sure,
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For it's you my life can save,
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And your love is all I crave.
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Since providence has took such care,
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Of my dear love his life to spare;
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And now the wedding-day is nigh,
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For the future I will never cry.
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Ha! ha! ha! maids take care,
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Lest your lover should despair.
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In Windsor chappel they were wed,
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And flowers all the way was spread,
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A sumptuous dinner too had they,
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With musick and dancing all the day;
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And at night in great store,
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They had pleasure more and more.
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