Deplorable News from Southwark;
Or, the loving Lasses Lamentations for the loss of their
Sweet-hearts.
They sigh, they sob, they sorow and complain,
Fearing their Loves will never come again:
It is the lusty Souldiers as they say,
Have stoln from them their pretty hearts away.
The tune is, Saint Gyleses.
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THe Lasses now of Southwark
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lament and make great moan,
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Because from them their sweet-hearts
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departed are and gone.
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There's Peggy, Alce and Bridget,
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and many others more
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With howling and with weeping,
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have made their eye-sight sore,
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The gallant,
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Valiant
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Souldiers as they say
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Have stolen from them their pretty hearts away.
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The Souldiers which in Southwark
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did quarter here and there,
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Each one of them that had sweet-hearts
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was constant to his deare;
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Both civill in their actions,
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and constant in their carriage,
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And yet some of the Lasses now
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Complain for lack of marriage.
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The gallant,
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Valiant
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Souldiers as they
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Have stoln from them their pretty hearts away.
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To speak of their proceedings,
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I hope none will me blame,
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The better for to know them,
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I will them to you name.
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Fair Maudlin she lov'd Martin,
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and Joan she loved John,
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Winnifred lov'd William,
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and Ned was loved of Nan.
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Those valiant
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Gallant
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Souldiers as they say,
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Have stoln from them their pretty hearts away.
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Betty she lov'd Robert,
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and Dick lov'd Dorothy,
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Rowland he lov'd Rachel,
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and Kate lov'd Anthony:
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Sweet Rose the lov'd bold Stephen,
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and Hester she lov'd Waltet,
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And more news of their passages
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I mean to speak hereafter.
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The valiant,
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Gallant
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Souldiers as they say,
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Hove stoln the maidens hearts from them away.
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Rebecca she lov'd John well,
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and George lov'd Margery,
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Kester he lov'd Jany:
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and Nell lov'd Humphrey
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Francis lov'd fair Phillis,
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and Samuel he lov'd Sary,
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Debora she lov'd Daniel,
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and Thomas he lov'd Mary.
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The valiane
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Gallant
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Souldiers as they say,
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Have stoln the damsels hearts from them away.
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THe bonny brave young Souldiers are
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of late from Southwarke gone,
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To quarter in the Country.
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and left their loves alone;
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Who now in dolefull manner
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doth bitterly complain,
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Much fearing that their Sweet-hearts
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will never come again.
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The valliant,
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Gallant
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Souldiers as they say,
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Have stole their pretty hearts from them away.
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The next news of these Damsels,
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that I have here to tell yee,
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Poore Kate hath got a griping
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and rumbling in her belly;
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And pretty Nancies Apron
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is grown too short before,
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And so is Nans and Sarahs
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and many others more.
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The valiant,
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Gallant,
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Souldiers as they say,
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Hath stoln both their loves and hearts away.
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Poore Maries nose looks picked,
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and so doth bonny Nell,
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And Betties under Peticoat
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strange tales of her doth tell:
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Mary is halfe deceived,
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and Debro quite beguil'd,
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Sara hath lost her Maiden-head,
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and Susan's great with Child.
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The gallant,
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Valliant
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Souldiers as they say,
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Hath stoln from them their Maiden-heads away.
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Rose sayes though she hath gotten
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no Livings nor no Lands,
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Yet if she had her Love againe
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she would labour with her hands
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To keepe and to maintain him,
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all the dayes of her life,
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So he would be contented
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to take her to his Wife,
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The valliant,
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Gallant
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Souldier she doth say,
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Hath stoln both her heart and love away
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The rest that hath been named,
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are all of Roses mind,
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And would unto their Sweet-hearts be
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both loyall, true, and kind,
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So they might have their company,
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by day and eke by night,
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O that's the thing they wish for,
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to have them in their sight.
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But the valliant,
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Gallant,
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Soldiers as they say,
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Hath stoln their bonny hearts from them away.
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To draw to a conclusion,
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I wish all Damsels mild.
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Both them that have flat bellyes,
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and them that are with child:
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To beare all things with prudence,
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and suffer patiently,
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And buy each one a Hand-kercher
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to wipe her wet eyes dry.
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And when your
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Sweet-hearts
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Come to you again,
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They'l use a means to cure you of your pain,
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Be not too heavy-minded,
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but thus I'd have you pray,
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That those which stole your hearts from you
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and carryed them away,
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May come again with safety,
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and make you all amends,
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To marry you and love you,
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and so my Ditty ends.
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The valliant,
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Gallants
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Hath stoln your hearts away,
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They'l bring them home again another day.
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