The Roxburghe ballads . to no man, is gone and left her bird alone. P. L. is less probably a transposition of L. P., for LaurencePrice, than correct initials of Peter Lowberry, who wrote A NewDitty, beginning, Alas! I am in love, and cannot speak it:(reprinted in vol. ii. p. 235,) to the tune of, Hide Park. The Plantations1 of Virginia, so-called, held an evil reputation,during Cromwells days, to the Eevolution, from the kidnappinginto slavery of political or private foes. On this theme we addone unique ballad, and mention another, on p. 511. 508 [Roxb. Coll., II. 580 ; Pepys, IV. 159 ; Douce,
The Roxburghe ballads . to no man, is gone and left her bird alone. P. L. is less probably a transposition of L. P., for LaurencePrice, than correct initials of Peter Lowberry, who wrote A NewDitty, beginning, Alas! I am in love, and cannot speak it:(reprinted in vol. ii. p. 235,) to the tune of, Hide Park. The Plantations1 of Virginia, so-called, held an evil reputation,during Cromwells days, to the Eevolution, from the kidnappinginto slavery of political or private foes. On this theme we addone unique ballad, and mention another, on p. 511. 508 [Roxb. Coll., II. 580 ; Pepys, IV. 159 ; Douce, II. 236 verso ; Lindes., 850.] 21 SUopage to Virginia: ©r, &f)t Faltam ^oulDici*^ fwmtU to §i$ ILobr. Unto Virginia hes resolvd to go, She begs of him that he would not do so; But her intreaties they are all in vain, For he must plow the curled Ocean Main : At length (with sorrow) he doth take his leave,And leaves his dearest Love at home to grieve. To the Tune of, Shes gone and left me here alone. [See p. 507.]. \These belong to 2nd Seaman s Adieu, p. 550.] MT pritty Betty, I now must leave thee,The drums doth siimmon me away ;I must confess it sore doth grieve me,I can with thee no longer stay:When we are parted, be thou true hearted,Thou wilt not change thy mind I thee my favour shall never waver,J hough 1 must to Virginia go. When first I did behold thy feature, My senses all were set on beauty bright, and comely Stature,Which caused me for to admire : A Voyage to Virginia. 509 Bat fates prevent me for to content thee,AVhich fills my heart so full of woe ;I cannot tarry, with thee to marry, For I must to Virginia go. 16 Long time I have been true and constant,As thou thyself didst always find,I never proved false one instant,jSTor never was to thee unkind :My dear, believe me, and do not grieve me,Since thou dost see it must be fortune I will now go try,For I must to Virginia go. Had I a thousand pounds to leave thee,Although it were in good red
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