The Roxburghe ballads . rthern Lasse (transferred to J. Wright, etc.,16 July, 1634), sung to the tune of The bonny Broome, of date 1621 or earlier,with a burden which Martin Parker plainly imitated in our Bonny Bryer : —Through Liddersdale, as lately I went, I musing on did passe,I heard a Maid was discontent, she sighd and said, Alas !All Maids that ever deceived ivas, beare a part of these my woes,For once I was a bonny Lasse, when I millet my Daddyes Eives. With 0 ! the broome, the bonny broome, the broome of the Cowden Knowes,Faine would I be in the North Gountrey, to milk my daddyes Ewes.
The Roxburghe ballads . rthern Lasse (transferred to J. Wright, etc.,16 July, 1634), sung to the tune of The bonny Broome, of date 1621 or earlier,with a burden which Martin Parker plainly imitated in our Bonny Bryer : —Through Liddersdale, as lately I went, I musing on did passe,I heard a Maid was discontent, she sighd and said, Alas !All Maids that ever deceived ivas, beare a part of these my woes,For once I was a bonny Lasse, when I millet my Daddyes Eives. With 0 ! the broome, the bonny broome, the broome of the Cowden Knowes,Faine would I be in the North Gountrey, to milk my daddyes Ewes. 168 [Roxburghe Collection, II. 367; Euing, 259; Jersey, II. 249.] JJ?orti)ern Basses JUmentation; %T)t QHngappp ^attia sptgfottune* Since she did from her friends depart,No earthly thing can cheer her heart;But still she doth her case always filld with discontent. Resolving to do nought but mourn, Till to the North she doth return. To the Tune, Iwouldlwere in my own Country. [See p. 170.] With ANorth-Countrey Lass up to London did pass,Although with her nature it did not agree,Which made her repent and so often lament,Still wishing again in the North for to be. 0 the Oak, the Ash, and the bonny Ivy Tree,Both flourish at home in my own Country. Fain would I be in the North Country, Where the ladds and the lasses are making of hay,There should I see what is pleasant to meA mischief light on them inticd me away. 0 the Oak, the Ash, and the bonny Ivy Tree,Doth flourish most bravely in our Country. 12 The Northern Lasses Lamentation. 169 Since that I came forth of the pleasant North,Thers nothing delightful I see doth abound,They never can be half so merry as we, When we are a dancing of Bellingers round. {Note, p. 170. 0 the Oak, the Ash, and the bonny Ivy Tree,Both flourish at home in our oivn Country. 18 I like not the Court, nor the City resort, Since there is no fancy for such maids as me,Their pomp and their pride I can never abide,Because with my h
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