The Roxburghe ballads . to express in vain,Bids me forbear for to complain, And tell her no more on it. Ah, waes me ! MoggyVt° blame,Not to grant my desire ;Gin she did first create the flame Which set my heart on I a King of great renown,And had a scepter and a crown,I at her feet woud lay them down,One night for to lig by her. Gin she so mickle is unkind,My life is grown uneasie ;No rest nor quiet can I find, Nor nothing that can please if she still continues so,And no more kindness will bestow,To the Elizium shades I go ; Ah ! Death will quickly seize me. [In Black-letter, w
The Roxburghe ballads . to express in vain,Bids me forbear for to complain, And tell her no more on it. Ah, waes me ! MoggyVt° blame,Not to grant my desire ;Gin she did first create the flame Which set my heart on I a King of great renown,And had a scepter and a crown,I at her feet woud lay them down,One night for to lig by her. Gin she so mickle is unkind,My life is grown uneasie ;No rest nor quiet can I find, Nor nothing that can please if she still continues so,And no more kindness will bestow,To the Elizium shades I go ; Ah ! Death will quickly seize me. [In Black-letter, with two lines of music and two woodcuts : 1st, Charles IT.,with arms a-kimbo, on p. 361; 2nd, the lady with growing rose, on p. lost: Pepys, Huth, and Jersey ( = No. 741, Lindesiana), Printedfor P, Brooksby, at the Golden Ball in Py-corner. The tune is known, fromfourth line, as Moggies bed so near me, but in Scotland bears the name of Johnnys bed so near me. We change the Lass, p. 364. Licensed, 1685-88.]. [These two Girls in bed belong to p. 344 ; the other couple to p. 367-] 366 [Boxburghe Collection, II. 342; Pepys, III. 185; Woods E. 25, fol. 38;Douce, II. 155 ; Jersey, I. 193=Lind., 631.] %\)t fl^errp S®mf8 l&esolutton; £)r, a iLottiron jfrollicfu He goes a wooing, yet the matters so, He cares not much whether he speeds or no ; Cause City Wives and Wenches are so common, He thinks it hard to find an honest woman. Be nt angry with this fellow, I protest That many a true word hath been spoke in degrees he layes a wager, moneys scant,Until five shillings out; then euds his Bant. The Tune [its own] is much in Request, Pie hold thee five shillings* IF young Men and Maidens will listen a whileIle sing you a Sonnet will make you to smile,Then come, my own Dearest, and be not so coy,Whatever thou fearest Ile get thee a hold thee a sixpence, tis silver compleat,If thou art hut willing, I can do the feat. Then be not so scornful, but loving and kind;
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