The Covetous Mother;
Or, The terrible Overthrow of
Two Loyal LOVERS.
You that these woful Tidings hear,
Surely your Hearts will bleed,
Who can forbear to shed a Tear,
When they these Lines shall read.
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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 her fancy could move
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She born of ordinary Parents,
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which when his Friends they 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 the indulgent Mother,
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pray you now listen to me,
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I have consider'd another,
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most 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 pounds 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 can my mind remove,
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I'll 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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I Have got 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 Nanny 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 with all my whole heart,
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But she in that was deceitful,
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as by this Ditty you'll find,
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Never was action more hateful,
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malice remain'd in her mind.
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Strait she repair'd to this Creature,
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vowing to send her away,
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But with a smile she did meet her,
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saying dear Daughter this day,
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We will go buy your attire,
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everything i will provide,
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'Tis my unfeigned desire,
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that thou should be my Son's 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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fill'd with much sorrow and woe
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There was no soul to defend her,
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but was compelled to goe.
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When her Intention was over,
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then she return'd to her Son,
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Freely to him did discover,
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presently what she had done,
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When he had heard what she had acted,
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his Raper straight he pull'd forth,
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Raving like one quite distracted,
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crying you have ruin'd 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 ruin of all
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His Mother more than uncivil,
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was of covetous mind,
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Money the root of all evil
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caus'd 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 lies 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 who he much did adore
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Now is sent far from the nation
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where she will ne'er see him more.
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