The Roxburghe ballads . similarly entitled. Bocke the babie, Joane; or John, his petition to hisloving wife Joane, To Suckle the Babe that was none of her owne. To thetnne of Vnder and Over, beginning A Young Man in our parish, his Wife wassomewhat currish. The date being 2 January, 163^ (Stat. Beg., D. 234), itsoon followed our ballad, which it imitated : perhaps both were Martin * Except mention of Tottenham, and a pretty Lass, our Bonny Bryer balladhas no connection with the Choyce Drollery song, p. 45, 1656, As I went to Totnomon a market day (=Pills to P. Mel., iv. 179, As I went
The Roxburghe ballads . similarly entitled. Bocke the babie, Joane; or John, his petition to hisloving wife Joane, To Suckle the Babe that was none of her owne. To thetnne of Vnder and Over, beginning A Young Man in our parish, his Wife wassomewhat currish. The date being 2 January, 163^ (Stat. Beg., D. 234), itsoon followed our ballad, which it imitated : perhaps both were Martin * Except mention of Tottenham, and a pretty Lass, our Bonny Bryer balladhas no connection with the Choyce Drollery song, p. 45, 1656, As I went to Totnomon a market day (=Pills to P. Mel., iv. 179, As I went to Tottingham ). 165 [Roxburghe Collection, III. 174 ; Apparently Unique.] Ci)e Bonn? Brper; ©r, A Lancashire Lasse, her sore lamentation, For the death of her Loue, and her owne reputation. To the Tune of The Bonny Broome. [See Note, p. 167.] llttlK ** r!*^^ #1 -it \\\VftJ V51 A r 1 vfc^ UKUr?M. ^ ^y J^ M1 ^ ft^^n\\^%^^ ^ y Ax jR? / ^Mi lliU^^^^^^^V %ellll WIW\ Si i / %m I^J/jjIMMa ^^^hHtnOT y^ Q o j^^sPsnfi *#w- ^ ONe morning early, by the breake of day, walking to Totnam-CourtUpon the left hand of the high way, I heard a sad report;I made a stay, and lookd about me then, wondring from whence it was,At last I spyed within my ken a blyth and buxome Lasse Sing 0 the Bryer, the bony bony Bryer, theBryer that is so sioeet;Would I had stayd in Lancashire to milke my Mothers Neate. I drew more neare and layd me all along upon the grasse so greene,Where I might heare her dulcid tongue, yet I was from her unseene;Woes me (quoth shee) that ever I was borne, to come to London Citty,For now, alas! I am a scorne, and none my woes will pitty. But 0 the Bryer, etc. 24 166 The Bonny Bryer, that is so siceet. Mine Game and Aunt have often said at home that London is a place Where Lasses may to preferment come within a little space. This I finde true, though they meant otherwise, which makes me thus lament, ttext Mine ffa>»e, for yammer. My b[od]y doth to preferment rise, as if some
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