The Roxburghe ballads . ind,According as Nature and Love doth them bind. Farewell now, quoth she, to the Green Willow-tree,L have got a Husband that well pleaseth me 98 Jfttte. L[aurence] P[rice]. Printed for F. Coles, T. Yere, J. Wright, and /. Clarke. [In Black-letter. Four woodcuts : 1st and 2nd, oval, are on p. 378; 3rd is alittle couple, woman and man, with a house on hill at back, p. 358; 4th,single figure of a man in a cloak. Original date, probably circa 1637. Dateof this later re-issue 1674-80. It is No. 196 of Thackerays List in Lagford.] The next is a genuine Roxburghe Ballad, lacki
The Roxburghe ballads . ind,According as Nature and Love doth them bind. Farewell now, quoth she, to the Green Willow-tree,L have got a Husband that well pleaseth me 98 Jfttte. L[aurence] P[rice]. Printed for F. Coles, T. Yere, J. Wright, and /. Clarke. [In Black-letter. Four woodcuts : 1st and 2nd, oval, are on p. 378; 3rd is alittle couple, woman and man, with a house on hill at back, p. 358; 4th,single figure of a man in a cloak. Original date, probably circa 1637. Dateof this later re-issue 1674-80. It is No. 196 of Thackerays List in Lagford.] The next is a genuine Roxburghe Ballad, lacking its Sequel except in the Pepysand Douce Collections; but we here connect the parts again. 355 [Roxburghe Collection, III. 132 ; Pepys, III. 330 ; Douce, II. 253.] Cge SDtetresgeo ILotjcc^ Complaint, ^causae tgat gig tmt 3Lote compassion 00$ toanr* The like to this Ditty was never read, or seen,For he weareth a Garland all of Willow-Green. To a new Tune, called, The Willow Green, Sung by Musitians, and in the YOung men and maids that live in love, come listen to this harmless ditty,And let fancy your hearts move, for to take of me some pitty;For unto you I will declare, the strangest thing that ere was seen,Sad happiness to prove my share, now to wear the willow green. 8 Ime almost eighteen years of age, and so deep am [I] faln in love ; Nothing can Cupids fire asuage, except my Dear do constant prove : Oft did I make suit unto her, in place where we both have been, With sighs and tears I then did woe her, though now T wear the willow green. Many gifts I did her proffer, if she would grant love to me; But she refused my kind offer, I could not esteemed be. Behold how my body is wasted, little thought I these days to have seen; So deep of Loves cup oft [I] have tasted, and now to wear the willow green ! Search the stories of old ages, from Adam to this present time, That have filld volum[e]s and pages, no mans case is like to mine ; For my Love doth prove hard hearte
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