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EBBA 36841

British Library - C.121.g.9
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TEH
True hearted Lover
Deceived, by an Unconstant Woman
To the Tune of, Joy to the Person of my Love.

ONE Morning in green April's Month,
when Flowers begin to spring;
When winged Choristers of the Air,
do sweetly Chirp and sing:
My fancy was to walk abroad,
the Fields to range and view,
Before bright Phoebus with his beams
dryed up the Pearly dew.

Scarce half a Mile out of the Town,
that I had walked then,
Till I approach'd a shady bank,
a pleasant Bower, when
A Voice I heard, and creeping near,
to listen and be sure:
And thus his Lamentation was;
wo worth that time I knew her.

The God's revenge my wrongs on her,
whom I did Love so well,
I never thought to see this time;
without my Love to dwell:

Thus bitterly im sorrow there,
he did lament and weep:
And tho it was but early morn,
he there fell fast a sleep.

Straight way to this dejected Soul,
I rose and made my way,
And came unto the place whereas,
He soundly Sleeping lay;
When I was come, I knew him well,
it was my trusty friend;
I rais'd him then he did unfold,
the truth unto the end.

Quoth he thot art my friend indeed,
to thee I will declare
The cause of all my present woe,
my sorrow grief and care?
My heart within my burning breast,
no longer can endure;
I've lost my sences ever since
the cursed time I knew her.

Full many a Day and Night I sat,
with this fair Female one
Since I at first approached her,
full fourteen months are gone,
And now she to augment my grief,
gives me to understand
That I must never her enjoy,
but wear the Willow wand.

This Damosell I did love so well,
the same she shew'd to me;
That after many promises,
at length she did agree;
To consummate our happiness,
in Marriage to be ty'd:
In presence of our Kindred all,
to be my lawfull Bride.

The day approached was whereon
we Married were to be,
I did prepare with diligence,
no lett there was in me;
But then alass to my sad grief,
before the time was spent;
Falce hearted Nanny left me quite,
to mourn in discontent.

Yet once again I did presume,
to try if she was true,
And unto her I went again,
my sute for to renew;
She was most kind as I did find,
although she told me plain,
To rest my self content,
for her I never should obtain.

Then did I weep and ring my hands,
before this Womans face;
By laying open all my grief,
in this my woful case.
William (said she) leave off,
to be so pensive and so sorry:
If ever I do Marry you,
i'le forfeit Heavens glory.

Therefore what do you think of this?
what is a Womons mind?
As fickle and unconstant,
more wavering then the wind:

May not such deeds make any Man
to run as quite Distracted?
To understand as I do well,
what wickedness she acted.

My friend said I rise up I pray,
and lye not on the Ground;
A scrap of Counsel i'le thee give,
to make thee safe and sound:
Nay more then this I tell thee plain,
take but my kind advice,
Thou shalt perceive it as I live,
to be as sweet as Spice.

Then to be brief, let her alone,
do not approach again:
That scorching Fire in her Face,
it will increase thy pain;
But feign at home a sweet content,
and thou shall quickly see,
Thy self to be as well indeed,
as thou did'st feign to be.

For here if thou should spend,
thy time as now thou hast begun,
Thy Body, Soul and every part,
would unto ruin run:
Even as the Swan upon the Meanders
banks before she die,
So thou upon this Verdant plain,
sings thine own Elegy.

With that he starts upon his Feet
and clasp't me in his Arms,
Declaring in one single Word,
he would not view her charms:
But taking in good part,
what I did unto him unfold:
Concluding in this very point;
true love excelleth Gold.

Now have I shown you Gentlemen,
what 'tis to love two well,
And what's th' intreags of Women are,
I hope you now can tell:
But if you needs must be in Love,
be to each other true;
The which will crown your happiness,
mean time my Muse adieu.

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