The Roxburghe ballads . the man in black, p. 529 ; 2nd, woman withfan, p. 296. Date, circa 1671. We add here two delayed cnts.~\ %* We believe this ballad was known to Laurence Sterne, and suggested tohim a certain incident (and comment of Corporal Trim) concerning the woundreceived by the immortal Uncle Toby, not forgetting Trims own wounded kneeso ably tended by the Sister of Charity. Marry, these be truths. Note.—In A Voyage to Virginia (p. 508), and Unkind Parents (p. 552),the Maiden expresses her willingness to share her Lovers perils by sea and shall come to several other instanc
The Roxburghe ballads . the man in black, p. 529 ; 2nd, woman withfan, p. 296. Date, circa 1671. We add here two delayed cnts.~\ %* We believe this ballad was known to Laurence Sterne, and suggested tohim a certain incident (and comment of Corporal Trim) concerning the woundreceived by the immortal Uncle Toby, not forgetting Trims own wounded kneeso ably tended by the Sister of Charity. Marry, these be truths. Note.—In A Voyage to Virginia (p. 508), and Unkind Parents (p. 552),the Maiden expresses her willingness to share her Lovers perils by sea and shall come to several other instances, beside this ballad, of disconsolatedamsels assuming Military or Naval garments and following their Lovers inthe war, either on Ship-board or on Land. The tune, p. 546, When the storingwinds do blow, belongs to the modernised copy of Martin Parkers Praise ofSailors. We gave both versions, original and common, in vol. vi. pp. 432, 797. [The Woman in mans attire belongs top. 545 ; the Couple belongs to pp. 549, 556.]. 549 [Pepys Coll., IV. 186; C. 22, 1. 2, fol. 176 ; Jersey, II. 77=Lind., 287.] Cfie teamans Doleful jFaretoel; ©r, W$z Greenwich SLofors fHournfut ©qmrture. See heres the Pattern of true Love, which ahsence cannot stain ;And nothing shall his mind remove, till he returns again. T/tis may be Printed, R. P. Tune of, State and Ambition. [See pp. 493, 550.] Man. T7Arewel, my dearest Love, now must I leave thee,J. To the East-Indies, my course I must steer,And when I think upont, sore it doth grieve me, Let nothing possess thee with doubt or with fearFor Ile be loyal unto thee for ever, And like to the Turtle will constant remain ;Nothing but cruel Death our Love shall sever, But we will be married when I come Maid. And must we, by Fortune, thus strangely be parted?What dost thou think will become then of me ?—Who must continue here quite broken-hearted: Let me, thy true Love, now venture with fear not the dangers that wait on the Ocean, My troubl
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