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iao;rl)msl)e BallaDs. 

Vol. VI. 














3^ojt^^utfl)^e 2$flllaitrfi. 




Editor of four reprinted "'Drolleries' of the Eestoration," 

"The Bagford Ballads" with their "Amanda Group 

of Poems," " The Two Earliest Quartos of 

A Midsummer Night's Dream, 1600:" 

Author of "Karl's Legacy; or. 

Our Old College AT Nirgends," 

AND " Cavalier Lyrics, for 

Church and Crown." 


mi VH^. 

They err who say, 'Those years are fled, 
The names obscur'd of Heroes dead, 
The beauty of each Damsel waned, 
Old faults forgotten, love disdained : ' 

For us they live unchang'ed, and seetn 
The one true world ; all else a Dre;mi. 


Punteti for tbe iBallati ^ocietp, 




^- ^-.^J >\i/ ;.. t ),- '-'V 


Nos. 27, 28, 29, 30. 

j^rologue to Ilol. W^, 

" Something like a Martyr ! " — Benson^s Beatitudes. 

V QHOULD you be passing through the Weald of Kent, 
Stifle impatient longittgs fierce a fid fiery. 
On Ramsgate or on Folkestone dips intent, 
- Look up the EDITOR at Molash Priory ! 
You Ul find a cosy corner, in a trice. 

Liberty -Hall, no parson' s-cafit to bore you ; 
But cakes and ale, books, flowers, and all things nice, 
Where you may revel, like the Prior before you. 

He mourns one grievance solely. Let us own. 

Most men keep grumbling at their bread and butter ; 
Without excuse for whine or sob or groan, 

Unpatriarchal scoldings they may mutter^ 
Some were avowedly ' born much too late,' 

Including Poets ' itinocent and curly,' 
But the Prior's bone-to-pick with adverse Fate 

Is this : she calVd him tiventy years too early. 

Granted, he spent enjoyingly his life, 

Saw divers countries, knew the best of fellows, 
Loved {now and then), avoided {so7fietimes) strife, 

Whipped foes, 'sang Rose,' and burn'd no end of bellows ; 
Had grace enough to prize health and content. 

Gave zvay to fools and bores, not turning surly. 
Paid tailors, iricome-tax, and rates ; kept Lent : 

But felt the load of being born too eaidy. 

Hard is his lot, sijtce life has not grow?i tame. 

And of the World he s still appreciative ; 
Holding good cards in hand to play the game. 

He hob-a-nobs with foreigner or yiative. 
Some Girl might love him — as he yearn' d for love, 

' Far from the j?iadding croivd ' or hurly-burly : 
She would, — had Fate not given one spiteful shove. 

Spoilt all, by letting him be born too early ! 

Molash Priory, 15 June, \\ 

Cai)E Canem, l^orcumqitc. 

CiUR Gardens, you find, yield sweets to the -wind, 

^ Native grcnvths, and exotics well sorted ; 

Come, sniff, if you please I in trim walks take your ease . 

Strangers too, whencesoever imported. 
Here a zuelcome awaits; no ' Proud Porter at gates ; 

No man-traps or spring-guns, duns or creditors: 
No7ie save H-wl-tt tabooed [because peansh and rude). 

Non-subscriber, yet grunting at Editors. 

If men heeded one jot such hired-critic' s rot. 

In these days of persistent ~vind-baggery. 
Not a flower zvould gro7ij, not a quaint rhytne flow : 

He would root-up all pathos and waggery. 
lauzh at him we shall, Lads, and edit Old Ballads, 

Till we rest '' neath our yavs at Molasses ; 
And invoke the Chaste Nine, though critical svoine 

Grunt their heart otit, ''mid braying of . . . [f cetera desunt.) 

jareface to (llol. SJJJ, 

" But there are Summers past, 

Dim years of long ago, 
Lost in the shadow that the ages cast, 

Of which we nothing know, 

Since in the world of men 

Live none, wt-re living then, 
And none have made a record of those days. 
But silently they sped, with all their blame and praise." 

— Margaret Veley''s " One of the Multitude. 

F we did our duty as historians and antiquaries, 
as some few of us are endeavourino: life-louor to 
be faithful recorders and expositors, there would 
be of the past time iion dies sine lined. To every 
intelligent student our Bagford Ballads and our 
Roxhurghe Ballads truthfully reveal the daily life of English 
people from year to j^ear throughout more than one of the 
bygone centuries, but chiefly that which sped between the 
passing-away of the last Queen of the Tudor race and the 
in-coming of the last Queen of the Stuart race. The whole 
of our fifth volume of Boxhurghe Ballads, and nearly half 
of the one preceding it, were devoted, in historical sequence, 
to the reigns of Charles II., and James II., bringing the 
record down to the fall of the Stuarts, exactly two centuries 

X* In Memoriam Guliehnus Chappell, Sod. Soc. Antiqua. 

ago The present volume contains a few ballads (hitherto 
n?t 'reprinted) of the final struggles to regain the throne in 
1715-6 and 1745-6. But on the whole, except the "l^irst 
Group of Early Naval Ballads," our present contents are 
social, not political ; amatory, or legendary, not historical. 
Throughout, and especially in the ApiJendix, are ballads ot 
the greatest rarity, many unique, and not hitherto known. 

It is something to have brought this Sixth Volume success- 
fully to an end, in the face of every obstacle or disadvantage. 
The Editor's sole regret is that the completed sheets can 
never now give pleasure to his dear friend and companion, 
William Chappell, F.S.A., who edited the three earliest 
volumes (except the Appendix of Notes to Vol. Three ; which 
were added, at his wish, by his chosen successor). At the 
ripe age of nearly seventy- nine, on the 20th of August, 
1888, he passed away, quietly and without pain, honoured 
and loved by all who knew him, at the very time when the 
earliest proof-sheets of the final pages of the present volume 
were being received through the post from Hertford by the 
friend to whom he had entrusted the continuation of so many 
of his favourite works on English songs and ballads, and who 
was to have the solemn ofiice of committing him to the grave, 
and speaking the words of Christian consolation, over all 
that was mortal of TOiUiam €:|)appdl. 

In The Athenmm of September 1st, 1888, appeared an 
Obituary notice of our friend and comrade, whom we loved 
no less than a father ; and perhaps we cannot do better than 
transplant hither {by permission) a portion of this tributary 
record of a good man, an enthusiastic lover of ballad-music 
and literature, before we turn to lighter subjects : — 

The close of Mr. "William Chappell' s industi-ious and honourable life on 
Monday, August 20tli, 1888, at an advanced age, lacking three months exactly 
of seventy-nine years, was extremely peaceful, as he had always hoped it would be. 
A few years ago his activity became impaired by two seizures of paralysis in 
rapid succession, and he well knew that a third attack would be final, but never 
quailed at the prospect. If possible, his genial disposition became still more 
tender under the trial, and, since all who knew him intimately loved him truly, 
the news of his death must have saddened many. In private life he had pursued 
without ostentation a course of cheerful labour, and was always ready to impart 
the rich stores of his knowledge to all students and fellow- workers — to strangers 
no less than to friends. His pursuit of accuracy and fulness of information was 
untiling. No amount of toil daunted him, no difficulties long stood in his way. 
He would never accept a plausible theory or a blind guess instead of a definite 
established fact, and by verifying every quotation, distrusting all second-hand 
authorities, and rejecting each forged or manipulated text, he proved himself a 
model historian and editor of our early literatui-e. None save those who shared 

The Athenseum Obituary Notice of William Chapj)eU. xl* 

his pursuits and emulated his exactitude could do justice to the rare qualities 
which enabled him at once to pioneer the way for later students, and almost to 
forestall farther research. "Where he had harvested the grain there were but 
scanty gleanings left for those who sought to follow in his footsteps. He achieved 
much single-handedly ; but perhaps the best of all his services lies in the example 
of his unselfish character. He had, too, a catholicity of taste which made him 
sympathize with most diverse individualities ; while his own studies were so varied 
that he had kept himself abreast with the acquisition of knowledge in several 
departments of science and art as well as of letters and music. In the rank of 
his intimate, friends he had numbered some of the best scholars of our time, 
although when close on four-score, in diminished strength, ' then but labour and 
sorrow,' nearly all who had been his life-long companions had passed away 
before him. 

Of the Society of Antiquaries he had been elected a Fellow so long ago as 
June 4th, 1840, and afterwards became a member of the Coimcil ; of the Camden 
Society he had for many years been Treasurer and on the Council ; and of the 
Company of Musicians, in the City of London, he was again M aster during the 
final year of his life. 

He was born on the 20th of November, 1809 (not 1810, as had been erroneously 
reported), the son of Mr. Samuel Chappell. The musical firm of Chappell and 
Co. commenced a successful career in New Bond Street in January, 1812. Mr. 
Samuel Chappell, its head, died in 1834, and the business was carried on for the 
widow by her sons, William and his younger brother Thomas. In 1838 William 
Chappell published in imperial quarto the first volume of his valuable work, ' A 
Collection of National English Airs, consisting of Ancient Song, Ballad, and 
Dance Tunes.'' This volume dealt with more than 246 complete pieces of ballad 
music, many of great rarity, and all of interest. The second volume, published 
in 1840, was preceded by ' An Essay on the Ancient Minstrelsy of England.' 
There followed nearly two himdred pages of exhaustive ' Remarks on the Tunes,' 
interspersed with anecdote, and giving the full text of such ballads as had not 
been reprinted by Bishop Percy in his ' Reliques of Early English Poetry,'' 1765, 
etc. . . . 

The publication of his ' National English Airs' reissued complete in 1840, 
marks an era in ballad literature. Fifteen years later he re-embodied his re- 
searches in his ' Popular Music of the Olden Time : a Collection of Ancient Songs, 
Ballads, and Dance Tunes, illustrative of the National Music of England.' For 
this work, published by private subscription in a series of parts during the years 
1855-59, the whole of the airs were harmonized by Mr. (afterwards Sir G. A.) 

Chiefly by his efforts and influence had been established the Musical Anti- 
quarian Society, in 1840, and, in the same year, ' The Percy Society for the Pub- 
lication of Ancient Ballads, Songs, Plays, Minor Pieces of Poetry, and Popular 
Literature.' This was one of the most popular and useful of the book-reprinting 
societies ; and Mr. Wm. Chappell not only threw into it his own energy, but 
gained the hearty co-operation of John Payne Collier, J. 0. Halliwell (now 
Halliwell-Phillipps, F.R.S. and F.S.A.), Crofton Croker, the Eev. Alexander 
Dyce, Thomas Wright, Edward Eimbault, F. W. Fairholt, and others. For it 
Mr. Chappell edited several rare and almost unique collections or miscellanies. 
The Crown Garland of Golden Roses, both parts, of 1612, 1659, in 1842 and 
1845, and a few other works. He also wrote several papers for the Society of 
Antiquaries, which are printed in the volumes of Archceologia, xli., xlvi., etc. 
Among these are ' Some Account of an Unpublished Collection of Songs and 
Ballads by King Henry VIII. and his Contemporaries,' read May 16th, 1867; 
and ' On the Use of the Greek Language, written Phonetically, in the Early 
Service-Books of the Church in England ; and on the Earliest System of 
Musical Notation upon Lines and Spaces, one hitherto unnoticed and Peculiar 
to English Use : ' this was read in 1876. It is a mistake of our contemporaries 

xii* William ChappeWs contributions to English Literature. 

\The Times, etc.] to say that he edited Playford's ^ Bnncing- Master'' and Tom 
D'Frfey's Wit and Mirth [i.e. the Fills to Purge Melancholy'] of 1719. lie 
edited neither — they never have been ' edited ' ; he simply wrote a few manuscript 
notes, solely concerning the tunes, in his private copies of the books, since 
transferred to the British Museum Library. He was connected with the Phil- 
harmonic Society, and edited some of Dowland's songs for the Musical Anti- 
quarian Society, and reclaimed many tunes and ballads which had been fraudu- 
lently misclaimed from England .... 

The ' Old English Ditties ' were selected ft-om his ' Popular Music of the Olden 
Time,'' with a new Introduction, the long ballads compressed [for drawing-room 
use], and occasionally new words written by J. Oxenford, with the symphonies 
and accompaniments by G. A. Macfarren. [No date, but circa 1860-62.] In 
1867 and the spring of 1868 he assisted Prof. J. W. Hales when printing in 
extenso the invaluable treasury of ballad poetry known as ' The Ptrcg Folio MS.' 
.... In 1868 Mr. Chappell assisted at the foundation of the Ballad Society, 
and agreed to furnish short notes to ' The Foxburghe Ballads,'' a voluminous 
gathering of 1263 ballads (not counting duplicates or diversity of editions, but 
including many ' garlands ' and some modern ' slip songs '). He did not affect to 
fully edit them; but his labours began in 1869 and ended in 1879 at the close of 
the ninth annual part and third volume. At his request the work was then 
transferred to his friend Mr. Ebsworth [who had previously edited the similar 
collection of The Bagford Ballads, in two volumes, with Supplement of the 
Amanda Group of Bagford Poems, etc.], who has continued it to the present 
time, and compiled three more volumes, the final volume [seventh] being still in 
progress. And not only his favourite ballads, but also his ' Popular Music ' had 
been entrusted to the same friend to re-edit and superintend at an early date. 
This was Mr. Chappell's own urgent and repeated wish, and will not be neglected. 

After being first stricken by paralysis he had considered his position in regard 
to three important and unfinished works. The ' RoxburgJte Ballads ' being- 
arranged for, he hoped at first to republish his ' Popular Mnsic,^ which was out 
of print ; but he made no serious attempt to continue beyond its initial volume, 
published in 1874, ' The U'lstory of Music {Art and Science). Vol. I. From 
the Earliest Records to the Fall of the Eoman Empire.' It is complete in itself, 
embracing the Hebrew and the Greek music. He had, indeed, made preparations 
for the second volume. On Medieval Music, and for the third. On Modern Music, 
but he knew that to continue it was beyond his power. The history provoked 
controversy, by its attacks on the inaccuracies of Dr. Burney or other writers, 
and on certain Continental authors, especially Helmholtz. These disputes, which 
led to the issue of some occasional pamphlets and letters, vigorously written, may 
well be left to pass into oblivion. 

Mr. Chappell was buried at Kensal Green Cemetery, on the 24th of August, 
his old friend Mr. Ebsworth reading the burial service. — The Athenceum ior 1888, 
September 1st, No. 3175, p. 291. 

It seemed fitting that this memorial should be preserved 
in the volume of Roxhurghe Ballads, to the completion of 
which the warm-hearted and accomplished antiquary had 
looked forward with so much hope of happiness. 

One other volume will complete the Roxhiirghe Ballads. The 
present Editor has surely earned the right (after having 
finished five bulky volumes, two of which were of Bagford 
Ballads ; amounting altogether to beyond 3652 pages, 8vo.) to 
claim more zealous support of the Ballad- Society members, 
thereby enabling him to complete the work, by re-printing the 

Foretokens of the coming Volume Seven. xiii* 

ballads, three hundred in number, as a FINAL VOLUME. 
Every shilling is needed for the printing and paper : he has 
accepted no re-payraent for his own heavy incidental expenses. 
Mis General Index to the seven volumes is absolutely necessary. 

Among the remaining ballads are many of great and 
varied interest. Chief is the " Second Group of Naval 
Ballads," arranged chronologically in succession to those 
given in the present volume. Small groups are devoted to 
"The Reign of William and Mary," including military 
subjects ; a group of noteworthy criminals, including George 
Saunders, Luke Hutton, William Grismond, Mrs. Arden of 
Feversham, Mary Carlton, " the German Princess," Captain 
Johnson, Captain Hind, and John Musgrave ; seven of the 
" Robin Hood Ballads," a " Group of Trades and Callings," 
some pious warnings, anti-matrimonial jests, and apocryphal 
* Miracles,' with a few public events, such as floods and fires. 
One important group of " Sempill Ballads " leads us back to 
the reign of Mary Queen of Scots. It will be scandalous if all 
these be delayed from being set in type, by lack of funds, 
although no public libraries in England ever once contribute 
a guinea to all the work. (More shame to them !) 

On the completion of the Collection these ballads will take 
their due place ; they show the inner-life of two centuries ago. 


We foresee the future ' student of English social life,' 
when he shall arrive two centuries hence, enquiring for 
similar records of our own past day. Surely he will gladly 
search such hidden treasuries of trustworthy contemporary 
annals as the unique Trowhesh Collection ! What light may 
well be cast on the true estimate of men and things, at the 
unveiling of such records! Will there be no difficulty found 
in identifying the characters, or understanding the allusions ? 
Let us dip prospectively into the unpublished documents ; 
being the earliest of explorers. We were " the first that 
ever burst within that silent C[ollection]." 

Posterity may ask, "What was the date of the be-robed 
Ecclesiastic who is, by Trowhesh, Fainted in full Canonicals?" 
(Given in private copies only, being too striking a likeness 
for the outside public.) At special request are substituted 
these contemporary solutions of Hibernian puzzles. 


* Bochs ahead, and Sham- rods. 

a Cabalier's BEinonstrance. 

(On the disloyal avoidance of the Queen's Health and the National Anthem.) 

GOD SA VE IRELAND ! " all the yelping factions J 

jfoin in this a sorely-needed praye?: I 

Save her ? yes : from their vile ivords and actions I «i 

Mitch she needs Divine and human care. 
' Leaders' for their selfish greed misguide her ; 

Parasites and liars clamouring loud ; 
Honest nations scorn to long abide her. 
Slave to cruel rapine of the crowd. 

" God save Ireland! ''from their throats disloyal 

Blessings turn to curses 'fnid their crimes ; 
They insult true helping hands, though Royal 

Offerers of peace and prosperous times. 
Tricksters win their favour, coarse and knavish, 

Traitors by the blood-stain' d dollars bought ; 
On sham-' martyrs ' fulsome praise they lavish : 

God save Ireland! in such meshes caught." 

None need wonder that some Utopians thus reflect upon the situation :— 

QTfje Erfslj OiOtruUg. 

JJ/E could do 7vell zvithout thee, 
VV Thou Rebel-Irish land ! 
But have good cause to doubt thee ; 
Thou would 'st not lonely stand : 
Each Joe of ours thou' dst flatter. 

Willing to be his tool. 
And help our shores to batter. 
Thou hybrid knave-and-fool. 

We could do 7i)cll zuithout thee. 

But, like the Siani Twins, 
Whatei'er comes to rout thee 

Involves us in thy sins. 
Too near us, a bad neighbour ! 

Tliin strip of sea sole 'fence, 
Plagued by thee in our labour. 

Would Bate but drive thee hence! 

Ye Gods, who land and water 

Disparted for man's ease. 
To save us fi-otn much slaughter. 

Pray isolate us, please ! 
Keep back' the Frank and Teuton, 

And Russ, who rail or scoff: 
Let Shamrock rebels hoot on. 

But shove them farther off! 

No difficulty need be felt in our identifying the singer 
of the following " Intelligence " (his own having been noways 
remarkable, apart from horse-racing, as a tiling of course). 

" Hoiv it strikes a ContemjJoranj.^' xv* 

We are ourselves grateful admirers of the original delineator 
of Lady Clara Yere de Yere, the Poet Laureated (so often 
quoted in these pages), neither endorsing, nor condoning, 

lEloscbcrg's EnttllifjcncE. 

(Befitting his Stable mind.) 

■jV/riLADI Clara Vere de Vere, 

// zaas I who brought to your Leddyshifs ear 
A scurrilous satire, dear to the rabble, 
Founded on Coroner' s-Inquest gabble : 

It charges you coarsely, though false it be. 
As particeps crim. in a felo de se ; 
Mixes you up with things unpleasant. 
Because young Lawrence had slit his weasand. 

Chap ivha wrote it — a fellow who's got 
A tinsel-title since then, sheer rot ! — 
Will prate no more, in his Barony pent. 
Mocking the '■^claims of long descent.'''' 

" ' Gardener Adam ' was zuell,'" he says, 

" To spout in Refortn or pre- Chartist days ; 
But, strawberry-leaves coming no7v in sight. 
The creed that pays is ' Wrong things are Right ! ' 

* ' While we are Noivhere we sing or say 

Whatever we please without Promise of May ; 
But a moral intention one needs to fish-up. 
When we rub elbows with Duke or Bishop.''^ 

So if at Her Majesty'' s Balls you meet. 

He will cringe, save for gout, at your Ledd^ shif s feet ; 

Well pleased if his fleir come hopefully near 

To marry a daughter of Lady de Vere. 

You see it was always the Liberals' way 
To do the reverse of their preach and bray ; 
When once they climb up, no folks are gladder 
Than your levelling Rads to kick down the ladder ! 

People who deplore the absence of political or ecclesiastical 
ballads in this volume are propitiated by these nuts-to-crack 
from the Trowbesh Historical MSS., Epigrams, Squibs, 
and Portraits. To one Ranlen^d Offender these lines refer : 

mnser TOcij. 

QBSTINATE as Mule, ive knoto him, 

Whosoe' rides or drives, he'll throw him ; 
Nought his viciousness could baffle. 
Tried by Beasofi's C2i7-b or snaffle ; 
Feeds of corn and praise undo him. 
Better take the whip-hand to him ; 

Though he rear, and kick the faster. 

Slash him ivell, and yoiCll be master. 

xvl* Picldngs from perquisites of Prince Poderity. 

Some answer burning questions, viz. " Is Life worth Living ? " 
" Is Celibacy or Marriage a Failure ? " " What's the Odds ? " 

ILcntm lEntEttaintncnt. 

{Being Low-Church Objurgations from the latest Sweet thing in Curates.) 

" TJ/HATl Ash-Wednesday, and not come to Church, 
Though Uis sttowing as hard as it can do ? 
Would yoti leave me here quite in the lurch, 

You Churchwarden, and call yourself man too? [P- '^'"'' 

You are knowti to be prone to much sloth. 

Mild quenchers, and huge feed of ' vittles ! ' 
So I need to be righteous for both. 
Ah I Life is not all Beer and Skittles I 

' ' Here I'tn surpliced, left sticking my thumbs. 

Just in front of the Kirk''s broken windies, 
And a siioto-drift, yet nobody comes ; 

' The school breaks ' in snow-balling shindies. 
These are hardships, annoying, we groan. 

Since big GRIEF is compounded of nuus : 
Entertainment quite Lenten, you 07vn, 

Alas I Life is not all Beer and Skittles ! " 

[High-Church Rector suddenly interposes : - 

" There are ruorse woes for others than us. 

So we need not complain of crush'' d rose leaves ; 
Pain and himger, Mob-Ranters' ivild fuss, 

{IVe summon true men against those thieves). 
Let the Lata be upheld, and put down 

Roughs who Anarchy preach, jots or tittles. 
We will stand firm for Church and for Cro'cvn, 

Though Life be not all Beer and Skittles ! " 

Wholesome ballad-lore induces catholicity of sympathies. 
To the reaction against effeminacy of sham culture and panic 
may be due this celebration of the manly art of self-defence : 

My First is what Miss hopes to win, 

When she a Raffle tries ; 
M}' Second &\\ei hails with a grin, 

Who Love no more denies ; 
My Whole (from outside seen) 's no sin, 

'Though ' British Matron ' shies : 
This is our theme, so tip your fin. 

My hearty, and grow wise. 

'W' ES, perhaps our tastes are ^ brutaf and ^indisputably coarse,' 

But 'tis better to be manly, and to love a dog or horse. 
Than to be so tnollycoddlt-ish, as some folks we live near. 
High-priests of special Ctdtshazv, who account our practice queer. , 

We hit straight from the shoulder, we strike no unfair touch, 
Da7ne Nature framed our Mauleys, and they suit for drubbing much ; 
Belo70 the Belt we never aim, but deal at heads our blows. 
We Box the Compass of the chest, likewise the Ayes and Noes. 

*' Time hath, my Lord, a imlkt at his back.'' — Troilus. xvii* 

IVe deal no stabs with Bowie-knives, and when a brawl gets hot. 

We pull out no Revolvers, to squirm 7'ound proiniscicous shot ; 

The eo'iuardly shillelagh-ctirs we not one pin regard. 

With doubled fists, bone versus ash, 7ve break in under guard. 

Depend on English pluek, brave boys, and 7ve defy the zvorld. 

Though bullies brag, we knoiv they're sneaks. What, beat tcs ? They be hurfci ! 

If we are wrong d, by foe or foes, 'we stand no proud rebuffs. 

But claim amends : ' ' Fling up the sponge, or come to fisticuffs ! " 

Let cynics sneer, let idlers jeer, and call it brutal sport. 
We laugh to scoj-n these hypocrites, of sanctimonious sort ; 
They prate half-miles of charity, and jabber doct lines ?nild. 
But zuefeed on jcnder-done beef-steaks, and not milk for a child. 
Though giant-strong, not giant-like do we our strength abuse. 
To over-bear, provoke, we scorn : but challenge ne'er refise. 
■ Instead of cantiyig twaddle fzuith fierce hate at heart), tue sing, 
" Success to all who hit Out fair ! " long live John Bull's Prize Ring ! 

While these final sheets of the sixth volume are delayed 
by lack of funds from passing through the press, another 
heavy loss falls on friends and fellow-students outside the 
Ballad-Society, in the death of that true-hearted gentleman 
and active antiquary, a warm lover of these old ballads, the 
indefatigable Editor and biographer of Shakespeare, James 
Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps, F.R.S., F.S.A., who died at 
HoUingbury-Copse, near Brighton, on January 3rd, 1889. 
The AtJtemeum (No. 3194, p. 59) emphatically remarks, 
" Halliwell-Phillipps had, icith one single exception, no enemies." 
He well deserved to be loved, and he was loved ; by no 
one more faithfully than by the present writer, who shared 
his entire sympathy and confidence, and dedicated to him 
the quarto edition of A Midsummer Nighfs Dream, 1600. 
Halllwell is secure in the memory of posterity. 

Ephemeral creatures of a boastful day, that disparages 
its antecedents, ought to remember that the Future will sit 
in judgment upon ourselves, and spy our faults, perhaps no 
less mercilessly than the wretched criticasters of the hour 
now calumniate the men and women of past ages. " The 
reputations of the nineteenth century will one day be quoted 
to prove its barbarism." Later generations will wonder at 
us; and our ghosts at them, like "Biographers Interviewed, 
at the Great Contributors' Dinner." Trowbesh MSS. take 
their chance of slipping into the sack which old Ohronos 
bears on his back (p. xix*), "alms for oblivion." They may 
come into a future Preface. There might " be a time for 
such a word." If not, it is the fault of parsimonious and 
lukewarm neglect of support, not of the long-enduring 
Editor, J. WooDFALL Ebsworth. 


CamaraDcs 2?eur. 

QLD TIME atid I set out together, 

Running a race, but in opposite ways, 
Each defiant of wind or weather, 
Neither for any obstacle stays. 
He hobbles on with speed tremendous. 

Hour-glass laden, a scythe in hand — 
From the sharp edge of it, Saints defend us / 
\ Seeking some goal, none may understand. 
(Fog-banks enco??ipass that Unfound La?id.) 

Onivard he goes, ever fonvard, unresting, 

I for my part started back to Lang Syne, 
Picking up things Time had dropt, bequesting 

To me or to jolly companions of mine ; 
Ballads and songs that had been forgotten. 

Historical facts, chronique scandaleuse, 
Blossoms or fruit, nipt in bud or rotten, 

Some to instruct us, but more to amuse : 
(Pick out our nuggets, whichever you choose I J 

Backward I travelVd, through centuries triple, 

Reach' d the Armada, and brave Queen Bess, {vide^. 173. 
Liked well my journey, enjoy d my tipple, 

Hope that my Readers feel pleased, no less. 
Here are a few of the daintiist quaffings, [pp. 319, 470. 

Time gallops on, but he II not outstrip me. 
Since I trot faster, 'mid singings and laughings : 

Wait till my Seventh Vol. ends, then see I 
(Chronos won't trip up Joe Woodfall E.) 

Folkestone, 26^/1 Septernber, 1888. 

[Very good ' Couteuts ' ; despite the SufJragan Critic en derriere.] 


Editorial Prologue, " Should you be passing through the 

Weald of Kent." . . ... 

Preface to Volume Sixth (petiulttmate) 

Fainted in full Canonicals [in private copies only] 

A Cavalier'' s Remonstrance (substituted in ordinary issue) 

The Irish Difficulty (ditto) 

Rosebery's Intelligence (to Lady Clara Vera de Vera) . 

TJnser Weg (A Harden'd Offender) . 

Lenten Entertainment .... 

The P. R. (These seven from unpublished Trowbesh MSS.) 
Cnmarades Deux : " Old Time and I set out together " 
Table of Errata to Vol. VI. (with In Ilemoriam, M. Arnold) 
Editorial Introduction to Group of True-Love Ballads 

Love is Dead. By Sir Philip Sidney, 1581 . 

In Praise of the Shepherd's Life. By Thomas Jordan, 1679 
Dedication to George and Arthur H. Bullen, Esquires 
Editorial Prelude : " Who will may foot it here with me " 
Libertatis Amator ; a Litany, 1681 . 
Tlie Quaker's Prophecy, 1684 

SI ©roup of {!rtuc=5Lo&e Ballatis 

" Love in fantastic triumph sat." By Aphra Behn 
News for Young Men and Maids 
Love is Better than Gold ; or, Money 's an Ass 
The Wonderful Praise of Money 





















A New Ballad composed by a Loyer in praise of his Mistress 

Olympia's Unfortunate Love; or, Gallius his Treacherous 

Cruelty. By John Drydcn, continued by a Ballad-monger 

The Despairing Lover's Address to Charon, for a Passage to 

the Elizium Shades . . . . . 

The Languishing Swain : or, The Happy Return of his Loyal 

Love. (Printcfl for J. Deacon : Ellis's and Jersey, II. 89.) 

Song to Phillis : " Phillis, I can ne'er forgive it" . 

Song, 1691 : "If Love's a sweet Passion, why does it torment?" 

The Languishing Young Man ; or, The Love- sick Sailman : 

with Maria's kind Answer . . . . 

, Song : " Farewell, fair Armida, my joy and my grief" 
Song, in Answer: " Blame not your Armida, nor call her your 
grief" ...... 

Mr. Digby's Farewell : " Oh pity, Arminda, those passions I 
bear "...,.. 
Song to Revechia, 1672 : "Farewell, dear Eevechia," etc. 
Song iu the Rehearsal: " In swords, pikes and bullets," etc. . 
Love and Honour ; or. The Lover's Farewell to Calista 

D'Urfey's Song to Astrea (Mrs. Bchn) : " You say I am false " 

The True Pattern of Constancy ; or, The Loyal Lover's joys 

Completed ..... 

Parthenia's Complaint ; or, The Forsaken Shepherdess 
Amintor's Answer to Parthenia's Complaint ; or, the Wronged 
Shepherd's Vindication .... 

Repentance too Late : Being fair Celia's Complaint, etc. 

Catch: "Some thirty, or forty, or fifty, at least." By T 
D'Urfcy ..... 

Love and Honesty ; or. The Modish Courtier. 

D'Urfey's Kingston Church, 1683 : " Sweet, use your time " 
Beauty's Overthrow ; or, The Rejoiced Libertine 
Chloe's Cruelty : " Chloe, yom- unrelenting scorn " 
A Song : "The Spheres are dull " . 
The Mournful Shepherd ; or. The Torment of Loving, and 
not being loved again 

Continuation-List, of ballads by Laurence Price 
Love's Fierce Desire, and Hopes of Discovery. By Laurence 
Price ....'. 

Original Song, 1667 : " Though the Tyrant," etc. 

Love and Constancy ; or, The True Lover's Welcome Home 

from France ....,, 

The True Lovers' Holidays; or, The Wooing, Winning, and 

"Wedding of a fair Damosel by a lusty Soldier. By 

Laurence Price .... 

The Triumph at an End ; or. The Tyranness Defeated 

Song, by Thomas Shadwell, 1676 : " How wretched is the slave 
to Love" ..... 
























Love's Lamentable Tragedy: "Tender Hearts of London City" 80 
Love's Unspeakable Passion ; or, The Young Man's Answer 

to ' Tender Hearts of London City ' . . .83 

The True Lover's Ghost (second sequel to * Tender Hearts') 85 

No Love, No Life ; or Damon Comforted in Distress . . 89 
True Love Exalted ; or, A Dialogue between a Young Knight 

and a Serge-Weaver's Daughter of Devonshire . . 93 

The Devonshire Nymph ; or. The Knight's Happy Choice . 96 

Martial's Epigram. " Quicquid agit Eiifus," translated. . 97 

Flora's Lamentable Passion crowned with unspeakable Joy 

and Comfort . . . . • .98 

Song of Sappho : " "Within a solitary Grove " . .100 

Love's Conquest ; or, Take her in the Humour. By Dr. Charles 

Davenant. . • . . . . Ihid. 

Amoret's Advice to Phillis. A Song, by Sir C. S. . . 101 

Busy Fame, a Song : " "When busy Fame o'er all the plain " . 102 

Flora's Departure ; or, Summer's Pride Abated . . 103 

Flora's Farewell ; or. The Shepherd's Love-Passion Song. 

By Laurence Price - . . . . .105 

A Song, by George "SV^ther : " Amarillis I did woo " . .108 

A Catch, by Thomas Porter, 1663 : "Amarillis told her swain " 109 
Love's Dying Passion : " Amarillis, tear thy hair " . . Ibid. 

Love in the Blossom ; or, Fancy in the Bud.~ By J. P. .110 

Fancy's Freedom ; or. The True Lover's Bliss . .113 

Song, by Sir G. Etherege : " "When first Amintas," etc. . 115 

The True Lover's Happiness ; oi', Nothing Venture, Nothing 

Have . . . • . . .116 

Song, 1617 : " Honest Shepherd, since you 're poor " . 119 

Song: Cupid's Throne Usurped : " Cupid, go and hang thyself " Ihid. 

The True Lover's Overthrow: "Ah! Cupid, thou provest," etc. 120 
Song : " E,ise, Chloris, charming maid, arise ! " By Aphra Behn 123 

The Faithful Inflamed Lover ; or, The True Admirer of Beauty 1 24 
True Love without Deceit . . . . .126 

Strephon and Chloris ; or. The Coy Shepherd and Kind 

Shepherdess: "Ah! Chloris, awake " . . .128 

Song, by Sir C. Sedley : " Ah ! Chloris, could I now but sit" 13(J 

The Lamentation of Chloris for the Unkindness of her Shepherd 131 

Song : " Ah, Chloris ! 't is time." By the Earl of Dorset . 1 33 

Corydon and Chloris ; or. The Wanton Shepherdess . .134 

Aphra Eehn's song : " Farewell, the world and mortal cares ! " 136 

The Spring's Glory ; or, A precious Posie for pretty Maidens. 

By J. P. . . . . . .137 

A Word in Season ; or. Now or Never. By Tom D'Urfey, etc. 140 
The Loving Shepherd ; or, Phaon's humble Petition to 

beautiful Phillis . . . . .143 

The Tyrannical Beauty : " Since her Beauty's grown a Snare " 145 

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Billy and Joany :" I often for my Joany strove " . .148 

The Love-sick Serving Man . . . . .149 

Song by Dryden : " Celia, that I once was blest" . -152 

Song on Celia's eyes : " Shining Stars are Celia's eyes " . Ihid. 

The Loves of Damon and Sappho ; or, The Shepherd Crown'd 

with good Success . . . . .153 

Faithful Damon ; or, Fair Celia Obtain'd . . . 155 

Shall I? Shall 1 ? No, No, No ! Probably by Tobias Bowne. 157 
The Two Faithful Lovers; or, A Merry Song in Praise of 

Bettv. By Tobias Bowne . . . .159 

The Fair Lady of the West; or, The Fortunate Farmer's Son 161 
Song, Tlie Silly Shepherd : " A silly Shepherd woo'd " . 1G4 

An Excellent Ditty, caller!, The Shepherd's Wooing Dulcina. 

Attributed to "Sir Walter Raleigh . . . lOG 

Song : " How short is the pleasure that follows the pain ! " . 170 

A New Song of Moggie's Jealousy ; or. Jockey's Vindication 171 

The Faithful Shepherd ; or, The Loves of Tommy and Nanny 174 

The Loves of Jockey and Jenny ; or, The Scotch Wedding : 

the original written by Tom D'Urfey or Aphra Behn . 178 
Jockey's Lamentation turned to Joy ; or, Jenny yields al Last 181 
Jenny's Lamentation for the Loss of her Jemmy . .184 

The Love-sick Maid of Portsmouth . . . .186 

Fair Lucina Conquered by prevailing Cupid . . .189 

The Life of Love . . . . . .191 

Song, by Burns, 1792 : " ! open the door, some pity to show " 193 

The Kind Lady ; or, The Loves of Stella and Adonis. By 

Tom D'Urfey . . . . . .195 

She rose, and let me in (The Scots Musical Museum, 1786) . 197 
*' Go from my Window, love, go ! " — before 1611 . . 200 

Mrs. Mitchel and Borlau. Attributed to Lady Dick . -201 

John's Earnest Bequest ; or, Betty's Compassionate Love 

extended to him in a time of Distress . . . 202 

" The Robin came to the "Wren's nest " (Compare p. 304.) . 204 

The Secret Lover ; or. The Jealous Father Beguiled . . 205 

A Favourite Love Song : " One night as I lay on my bed" . 207 

The llepulsive Maid . . . . . .209 

The Young Mun's Ho,rd Shift for, etc. . . . 213 

A Father's Wholesome Admonition ; or, A Lumping Penny- 
worth of Good Counsel for Bad Husbands . .216 
Merry and Wise : " Come hither, my dutiful Son ! ". . 217 
The True Lover's Admonition . . . .219 

The Successful Lover : " I saw the Lass " . . . 220 

The Lunatic Lover; or, The Young M;in's Call to Grim King 

of the Ghosts for Cure ..... 222 

The Frantic Squire, whose Passionate Love for a young Lady 

caused his Distraction ..... 225 

CONTENTS. xxiii* 


The Squire's Grief crowned with Comfort ; or, Nectar pre- 
ferred before Scornful Cynthia .... 226 

The Last Lamentation of the Languishing Sqiiire ; or, Love 

overcomes all Things . . . . .228 

The Master-piece of love-songs ; Being a Dialogue betwixt a 

bold Keeper and a Lady gay .... 230 

Song: Love is the Cause of my Mournmg. By R. Scott . 232 
The Forlorn Lover; declaring how a Lass gave her Lover 
three slips for a Tester, and married another a week 

before Easter ...... 233 

Love is the Cause of my Mourning; or, The Despairing Lover 235 

The Love-sick Maid quickly llevived. . . . 238 

The Love-sick Maid (The Curragh of Kildare) . . 240 

Col. Ouseley's Song : " Love ! that stronger art than Wine." 241 

True Love Requited; or. The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington 243 

The Good Fellow, A Song : " Six long years," etc. . . 245 
Virginity grown Troublesome; or, The Younger Sister's 

Lamentation ...... 246 

Crumbs of Comfort for the Younger Sister (Sequel) . . 248 

A Pleasant Song of Two Country Lovers : By John Wade . 250 

Song by Sir G. Etherege : " If she be not kind as fair" . 252 

TheKind Virgin'sComplaint against a YoungMan'sUnkindness 253 

The Young Man's Vindication against the Virgin's Complaint 255 

The Faithful Lovers of the West. By William Blunden . 257 
True Love rewarded with Loyalty ; or. Mirth and Joy after 

Sorrow and Sadness ..... 260 

Love's DownfaU (The ' Stable Groom ' ballad) . . 265 
The Shepherd's Glory ; or, A Pleasant Song of the Shepherd 

Swain. Perhaps by Thos. Jordan. {Cf. Introd. p. xxvii) 268 
The Constant Country Maid ; or. Innocent Love at length 

Rewarded ...... 272 

The Northampton -shire Lovers . . . .274 

Song by Tom D'Urfey, 1683 : " Immortal Lovers, smile J " . 276 

" Come turn to me, thou pretty little One ! " . . 277 

Valiant Commander with his Resolute Lady, at Chester, 1645 281 
A Pleasant Song made by a Souldier : his Repentance ; or 

the Fall of Folly. By T. Stride (21 April, 1588) . 284 

A Pattern of Love ; or. The Faithful Lovers well met . 286 

Song, 1671 : " Cupid once, when weary grown " . .289 

Song to Bellamira : " Blush not redder," etc. By Nat Lee , Ihid. 

Love's Tyrannic Conquest ..... 290 

Song, 1671 : "All the flatteries of Fate" . . . 292 

A Tryal of True Love ; or, The Loyal Damosel's Resolution . 293 

Tlie Faithful Young Man's Answer to the kind-hearted 

Maiden's Resolution ..... 295 






The Passionate Lover ; or, The Damosel's Grief crown'd with 
Comfort ..... 

Catch, from Deuteromelia, 1609 : " Of all the birds," etc 
The "Woody Choristers ; or, The Birds' Harmony 

The Wren ; or, Lennox's Love to Blautyre . 

The Birds' Lamentation 

The Cuckow's Song, in Pammelia, 1609 

Part Second of the (Roxburghe) Birds' Harmony 

Song from " Every Woman in her Ilimiour," 1609 

Editorial Intermezzo : The Austinian Bird-Catch 

Group of 13allal)3 on (!jooti--JclIotos. 

Loyal Song, 1683 :" Like Quires of Angels " 
The Good- Fellow : a Catch : " Let the grave folks," etc. -» 

The Eeformed Drinker : " Come, my Hearts of Gold " 
The Old Shepherd on his Pipe : "When I smoke, etc." 
Sack for my Money ; or, A Description of the Operation, etc. 
The Happy Return of the Figure of Two. By C. H. 
The Prodigal's llesolution ; or. My Father was born before me. 
By Thomas Jordan, 1672 • . . , 

A Good "Wife is a Portion every Day. By John "Wade 
The Heavy Heart and a Light Purse. By the same . 
The Good-Fellow's Consideration ; or, The Bad Husband's 

Amendment. By Thomas Lanfiere 
The Good-Fellow's llesolution ; or. The Bad Husband's return 
from his Folly. By the same .... 
Tis Money that Makes a Man ; or, The Good-Fellow's Folly. 
By John "Wade ..,.., 
The Good Wife's Fore-cast ; or, The Mother's Counsel, etc. .' 
The Good-Fellow's Frolic ; or, Kent-street Club 

IHnti of jTt'vst Group of GootJ^jFcUofcos. 

An Antidote of rare Physic, to cure a discontented Mind 
Shrewsbury for Me I . 

jFirst Group of ISarIg l^Tabal Ballaljs 

A Sailor Song. By the late John Le Gay Brereton, M.D. 

Dedication to H.R.H. the Duke of Edinburgh, A. E. Albert 

We be three Poor Mariners : from Deuteromelia, 1609 
The Jovial Mariner ; or. The Seaman's Eenown. By J. P 
Ballads on the Spanish Armada, 1588 

The Fame of Sir Francis Drake, 1581 

A Song on Sir Francis Drake, 1581-1585 

A Hymne to be sung by aU England. By John StiU, Episcopus 

Upon the Spanish Invasion in 'Eighty-Eight. 

Sir Francis Drake ; or, 'Eighty-Eight 

Weatherbang's Song of The Spanish Armada. By J. O'Keefe 













Thomas Deloney's Joyful new Ballad, declaring the tappy 

obtaining of the Great Galleazo, 1588 . . , 384 

Deloney's New Ballad on the Strange and Cruel Whips which 

the Spaniards had prepared .... 387 
Deloney's Ballad on the Queen's Visiting of the Camp at 

Tilbury in Essex, 1588 . , . . .390 

T. J.'s Joyful Song on the Eoyal Eeceiving of the Queen's 

most excellent Majesty at Tilsbury in Essex . .393 

John Kiikham's Commendation of Sir Martin Frobisher . 399 

T. Deloney's Excellent Song on the Winning of Cales, 1596 . 402 
Verses made by the Earl of Essex in his Trouble . -404 

Queen Elizabeth's Champion (Essex) ; or. Great Britain's Gloiy 405 
The Sailors' Only Delight: The George- Aloe and the Sweep- 
stake, 1590-95 . . , . . .409 
The Famous Eight at Malaga ; or, the Englishman's Victory 

over the Spaniards, circa 1600 . . . .412 

The Gallant Seaman's Return from the Indies ; or, The happy 

Meeting of Two Faithful Lovers. By Thomas Lanfiere. 415 

The Golden Vanity . . . . .419 

The Attempt on the Town of Cales ( = Cadiz), 1625 , . 420 

Sir Walter Raleigh Sailing in the Low-lands . .421 

The Seaman's Song of Captain Ward and Dansekar, 1609 . 423 

The Famous Sea-fight between Captain Ward and the Rainbow 426 

The Honour of Bristol (ciVcd 1635) .... 429 

Neptune's Raging Fury ; or, The Gallant Seaman's Sufferings 432 

The Royal Victory obtained against the Dutch, June, 1665 . 435 

Love and Gallantry (Dutch War, 1772) . . . 438 

The West-Country Nymph; or, The Loyal Maid of Bristol . 441 

The Fair and Loyal Maid of Bristol . . . . 443 

The Sea-man's Sorrowful Bride, 1682 . . . 444 

" Musing on the roaring Ocean," by Robert Burns, 1788 . 445 

The Frighted French; or, Russell scowring the Seas, 1692 . 446 

The Algiers Slave's Releasement .... 447 

lEttli of jFirst CSroup of lEarlo Na&al Ballatis. 

Editorial Envoy : Apres Fevrier vient le Juin. . .448 

Editorial Prelude : A New Stave to an Old Tune . -449 

Hallo, my Fancy ! . . . . . . 450 

Percy Folio earliest version . . . .451 

Bedlam School-men (with "Wm. Cleland's interpolations) . 452 

Alas! poor Scholar, whither wilt thou go? By Dr. R. Wild 456 
The Young Man's Labour Lost .... 458 

Phillida flouts me! or. The Country Lover's Complaint . 461 

The Answer, Barnaby doubts me ! By A. Bradley . . 463 

FJditorial Intermezzo : From the Priory to the Abbey . . 464 

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&mnti Group of ffiooti--J)FdIoiMs' Ballatis. 

In Praise of the Black Jack . . . .466 

" Merry Knaves are we three-a." By John Lyly, 1584 . 467 

Rong in Praise of the Leather Bottel. By John Warle . 470 

Jack Had-Land's Lamentation. Probably by John Wade . 475 
Wit bought at a Dear Rate . . . . 478 

A Groat's-worth of Good Counsel for a Penny ; or, The Bad 

Husband's Repentance ..... 480 
Two-Penny-worth of Wit for a Penny ; or, The Bad Husband 

turn'd Thrifty . . . . . .483 

Nick and Froth ; or, The Good-Fellow's Complaint, etc. . 486 
The Noble Prodigal ; or, The Young Heir, etc. By T. Jordan ? 490 
The Bad-Husband's Folly ; or, Poverty made known . . 493 

News from Hyde-Paik ; or, A very merry Passage, etc. . 490 

The Good Fellow's Counsel ; The Bad Husband's Recantation 499 
The King of Good-Fellows ; or, The Merry Toper's Advice . 502 
The Old Man's Wish. By Dr. Walter Pope . . .507 

Mark Noble's Frolic . . . . . .510 

The Jolly Gentleman's Frolic ; or, The City Ramble . .513 

A Jest ; or, Master Constable . . . .515 

£di(orial Fimle : JIow the Frolic Ended . . .518 

3Hnl) of VL\)z ©roups of ©ooti^iFcnotus. 

God Speed the Plow, and Bless the Curn-mow 
The Ploughman's Art in Wooing 






The Milk-Maid's Eesolution . . . . .529 

True-Blue the Ploughman ; or, A Character of several Callings 632 
The Rich Farmer's Kuine, who murmur'd at the Plenty of 

the Seasons, because he could not sell Corn so dear . 535 

a ffiroup of 3Lfgcntiarg antj 5^amanti'c Ballatis. 

Editorial JDedication to Miss Julia De Vaynes 

Sonnet on the Odyssey, by Andrew Lang 
The Greeks' and Trojans' Wars .... 

The Wandering Prince of Troy; or, Queen Dido 

The Sonnet of Dido and iEneas. Probably by Humphrey Crouch 

A Looking Glass for Ladies ; or, (Penelope) A Mirror for 

Married Women ..... 

The Tragedy of Hero and Leander ; or, The Two Unfortunate 

Lovers ....... 

An Excellent Sonnet of the Unfortunate Loves of Hero and 

Leander. By Humphrey Crouch 
The Love-sick Maid ; or, Cordelia's Lamentation for the 

absence of her Gerhard (=Gerhard's Mistress) . 
The Famous Flower of Serving-Men ; or, The Lady turn'd 

Serving Man. By Laurence Price 
Constance of Cleveland, and her Disloyal Knight 

The Northern Lass's i?a^/ot(^ : " Peace, wayward bairn ! " 

The T(ew Balow ; or, A Wench's Lamentation, etc. . 
A Sweet Lullabie. By Nicholas Breton, 159|- 

Montrose's Lines ; or, A Proper New Ballad . 

Original First Part (here given as Second : with a new Third) . 









A Proper New Ballad ; being the Regret of a True Lover for 

his Mistress's Unkindness .... 584 

Diaphantas' Words to Charidora, upon a Disaster. (Probably 

by Sir Eobert Aytoun, see Appendix, p. 774) . . 585 

The Forlorn Lover's Lament. {Ibid.) . . .586 

The Gallant Grahams [Walter Scott's Minstrelsy version] . 588 

The Gallant Grahams of Scotland .... 590 

The Life and Death of Sir Hugh of the Gra3me . . 595 
Sir Hugh in the Grajme's Downfall : hanged for stealing the 

Bishop's Mare ...... 598 

Thomas Armstrong's Last Good Xight, 1600 . . 600 

Johnny Armstrong's last Goorl-night. By T.Il. . . 604 
A Delectable New Ballad entitled Leader Haiighs and Yarrow. 

By jSTichol Burn, the Violer .... 607 

The Words of Burn, the Violer . . . .608 

Lord Gregory. By Dr. John Walcot, 1787 . . . 609 

The Lass of Ocram ...... 613 

The memorable Battle fought at Killiecrankie, by Chief 

Clavers and his Highland men, 1689 . . . 616 
Three Ballads on the Earl of Mar . . . .617 

"Now, now comes on the Glorious Year." By T. D'Urfey, 1707 Ibid. 

A Dialogue between the Duke of Argyle and the Earl of Mar 620 

An Excellent New Ballad, Mar's Lament for his liebellion . 621 

The Clans' Lamentation against Mar «& their own Folly, 1715 622 

Jacobite Song, 1746 : " Let mournful Britons." . . 623 
A New Song called the Duke of Cumberland's Victory over 

the Scotch Rebels at Culloden-Moor, near Inverness, 1746 634 
England's Glory ; or, Duke William's Triumph over the 

Rebels in Scotland, 1746 .... 626 

" The Hunt is up ! the Hunt is up ! " . . . 627 

Percy Folio. Fragments of Lord Barnett and Little Musgrove. 629 

The Old Ballad of Little Musgrove and the Lady Barnard . 631 

Lamentable Ballad of the Little Musgrove & the Lady Barnet 633 

The West-Country Damosels Complaint ; or, The Faithful 

Lovers' Last Farewell ..... 635 

Sir William of the West ; or, The entire Love and Courtship 
between a Noble Knight and Beautiful Mary, a Minister's 

Daughter in Dorsetshire .... 638 

Fair Margaret's Misfortunes ; or, Sweet William's Dream on 

his Wedding Night, etc. .... 641 

Two Ballads on Lord Thomas and Fair Eleanor . . 643 

The Unfortunate Forester ; or. Fair Eleanor's Tragedy . 645 
A Tragical Ballad on the Unfortunate Love of Lord Thomas 
and Fair Eleanor ; together with the Downfall of the 
Brown Girl . . . . . .647 

The Lady Isabella's Tragedy ; or, The Step-Mother's Cruelty 651 

The Spanish Lady's Love * . . . . . 655 



A Dialogue between an Englishman and a Spaniard . . 657 

The Beggar-Maid and King Cophetua. By Tennyson . 658 

A Song of a King and a Beggar. By Eichard Johnson, 1631 . 659 
Cupid's Revenge ; or, An Account of a King (Cophetua) who 

slighted all Women, and was forced to marry a Beggar. 661 

The Wandering Prince & Princess; or, Musidorus & Amadine 661 

The Complaint of Fair Rosamond {Extracts). By S. Daniel, 1591 668 
The Life and Death of Pair Rosamond, King Henry the 

Second's Concubine. By Thomas Deloney . . 673 

The Unfortunate Concubine ; or, Rosamond's Overthrow . 676 

Queen Eleanor's Confession : showing how King Henry, etc. 680 

The Noble Lord's Cruelty ; or, A Pattern of True Love . 682 

A proper new ballad entitled jephtha, Judge of Israel . 685 
The Legend of the Wandering Jew . . .688 
Complainte du J uif Errant . . . .691 
The Wandering Jew ; or, The Shoe-maker of Jerusalem. 

(Attributed to T. Deloney, but probably later than his) . 693 
The Wandeiing Jew's Chronicle, 1662 . . . 695 
Later Additions, 1727 . . . • -698 
" Ich hin der alte Aha'sver " (for Leland's translation, see p. 779) 699 
The Judgment of God shewed upon one John Paustus, D.D. . 703 
Witchcraft discovered and punished ; or, the Trials and Con- 
demnation of three Notorious Witches at Exeter, 1682 . 706 
King Leir (Extracts from 'A Miroiir for Magistrates,' 1574) . 709 
Of King Leir and his three Daughters. (By Wm. Warner, 1589) 712 
A Lamentable Song of the Death of King Leare and his 

Three Daughters. By Richard Johnson, before 1620 . 714 

Tragical History of King Lear, and his Three Daughters . 717 

On the Ign. Don.'s ' Great Cryptogram ' fiasco . . 720 

Lancelot du Lac : From Malory's Morte d' Arthur . -721 

The Noble Acts, newly found, of Arthur of the Table Round. 

By Thomas Deloney ..... 722 

An excellent Ballad of St. George and the Dragon . . 727 
An Heroical Song on the worthy and valiant Exploits of our 

noble Lord General, George, Duke of Albemarle, etc. . 730 
Percy Folio MS. fragment of Guy and Phillis . -733 
A Pleasant Song of the Yaliant Deeds of Chivalry, achieved 

by that noble Knight, Sir Guy of Warwick, etc. . 734 

The Heroic History of Guy, Earl of Warwick. By H. Crouch. 737 

How it became impossible to exclude the Chevy-Chase ballad . 738 
A Memorable Song on the Unhappy Hunting in Chevy Chase, 

between Earl Piercy of England and Earl Douglas . 740 
King Henry V., his Conquest of France, in revenge for the 

Affront offered by the Prench King, etc. . . 744 

A New Ballad of King John and the Abbot of Canterbury . 747 

The King and the Bishop; or, Unlearned Men hard, etc. . 751 



The Old Abbot nn.l King Olfrey . . . ^ . 753 

Model ation and Alteration. By George Colnian, junior, 1789 _. 755 

The Old Courtier of the Queen, & New Courtier of the King 756 
An Old Song of the Old Courtier of the King's, with a New 

Song of a new Courtier of the King's. By T. Howard . 758 

Editorial Epilogue : " Here ends our Group " . . 760 

3En"ti of tfjc (Group of ILcrjcntiaro anti Bomantic Bnllntis. 

Mock-Beggar's Hall, with its situation in the spacious Country 

called Anywhere ..... 762 

A Lamentable Ballad of the Ladle's Fall . . . 764 
The Fair Maid of Dunsmore's Lamentation, occasioned by 

Lord Wigmore, once Governor of Warwick-Castle . 767 

The Lamentable Song of Lord Wigmore, Governor of Warwick 

Castle, and the Fair Maid of Dunsmoore, etc., with the 

Complaint of Fair Isabell. By Eichard Johnson, 1612. 771 

Manuscript version of ' Dainty, come thou to me ! ' . . 773 

Love in a Calm, 1659 ..... 774 

On Diaphantus and Charidora. By Sir Robert Aytoun . 775 

The Lord's Lamentation; or, The Whittington Defeat, 1747 . 777 

An earUer ' Complaintc du Juif Errant.' . . . 778 

Ahasuerus : Song of the "Wandering Jew. Trans, by C. G. Leland 779 

Pcpysian broadside version of St. George and the Dragon . 780 

The Birds' Harmony (Bodleian and Pepysian earlier version). 782 

The Sea-man's Song of Captain Ward, the famous Pirate of 

the World, and an Englishman born. {Early version.) . 784 
A Pleasant Ditty of the King and the Soldier (" Our noble 

King in his Progress ") . . . . .786 

An Elegy on Captain Thomas Blood, 30 August, 1680 . 787 
The ' Nell and Harry ' Group, long dissevered, but re-united. 
" Fair Nelly and her dearest dear" = Nelly's sorrow at parting 

■with Henry. ..... 789 

" Their sails were spread " = Henry setting forth . . 790 

" I loved you dearly, I loved you well " =Nel]y's Constancy . 791 

" Fair maid, you say you loved me well." Seaman's Answer . 792 
The Faithful Mariner on board the Britannia to fair Isabel in 

London ....... 793 

The Unchangeable Lovers, with The Maiden's Answer . 795 
Saylors for my Money : A new Ditty in Praise of Sailors and 

Sea AflFairs. By Martin Parker. . , . 797 

List of Accredited Authors of Ballads in this Sixth Volume . 799 

Editorial Finale to Vol. VI. : Phantasmagoria . . 800 

Index of First-Lines, Burdens, Tunes, Titles, and Sub-titles 801 
A Mugwump speaks the final Verdict . . -855 

' Hallo, boys, hcres another Guy 

[This woodcut, of the renowned Guy of Warwick in combat with Colbrand the 
giant, was copied from AV. Cojiland's " Guy of Warwick," Black-letter, 
circa 1560. Compare our pp. 733 to 737, where some of his deeds are told.] 

atiticntia ct 3Zrrata, Fol. UE. 

T^E precise in quotations and data, 

Give Contents with full Indexes, ever. 
And be sure to forget no Errata, 
Ere your mind from your proof-sheets yoii sever. 

These are maxims 'cuell tvorthy of ^om\\\y, 
Preach them and practice them duly ; 
Do not tmtrmnr at Molassian homily, 
Bui accept Volume Sixth /;w« 

' Yours Truly. ^ 

Page xvii*. The Trowbesh MS. of John Cleveland's unexpiugated report of 
the National Biographers awaits a later opportunity for publication. 
"Painted in full Canonicals" begins "Much they prized his highest 
word, vStyled ' Your Grace ! ' and ' Yea ! my Lord ! ' " etc. Secured 
against extinction in Editorial copies : hence doubly valuable to the lucky 

Page 26, line 9, of second par., for ' Itijured Mistress,'' read 'Injured Maiden.' 

Pages 87, 450, 455. These quotations from his most memorable poem can 
never now be read by the kind eyes of our early friend, who had re-created 
John Glanvil's Wandering Student from the ' Vanity of Dogmatizing.' 
We add here our In Memoriam : 

fHattfjcto arnolK. 

(Obiit 15 Aprilis, 1888.) 

r^^E more of those whom we love best 
Has pass\i unto his place of rest ; 
Touch\i by the Hand Divine, tiot slain. 
He leaves us without grief or pain. 

Why should zee mourn with bootless cries ? 

Our ' Scholar Gipsy ' wakes, not dies. 

Page 363 (Dedication to H.R.II. the D. of E.) for Edward xea.6. Albert. 

Page 420, first line of ballad, for cannot read cannon. 

Page 518, line 5, for * See p, 503,' read ' See pp. 509 and 513.' 

Page 607, line 8 of song, for Ceres fell, read Ceres seV (i.e. Ceres her self, Scotice). 

J,J/HA TEER the g round. 

Stubble or mound. 
You may bet a pound 
That weeds aboimd : 
Spud them quickly, soon as found I 

Ye Editor. 

Ellustrating tfje last gears of tlje Stuarts. 



Editor or four reprinted " 'Drolleries' of the Restoration," 

" The Bagfokd Ballads" avith their " Amanda Group 

OF Poems," " The Two Earliest Quartos of 

A Midsummer Night's Dream, 1600:" 

Author of "Karl's Legacy; or, 

Our Old College at Nirgends." 


iJoit^'L pmh 

ffiraup of 3rru£=3Lo&£ Ballatis anb of ffiootj^iFcUoiiis, 

They err who say, ' Those years are Red, 
'i he names obscur'd of Heroes dead. 
The beauty of each Damsel waned. 
Old faults forgotten, peace regained : ' 
For us they live unchanged, and seem 
* The one true world : all else a Dream. 


Printeti for tbe 13aUatJ ^ocictj?, 





[This cut belongs to pp. 147, 247.] 


— — e^STS^WfS^^::— ^ — 


Editorial Introduction to Group of True-Love Ballads . xix 

Love is Dead. By Sii- Philip Sidney, 1581 . . xxvi 

In Praise of the Shepherd's Life. By Thomas Jordan, 1679 . xxviii 

Dedicalion to George and Arthur H. Bullen, Esquires . xxix 

Editorial Prelude : " Who will may foot it here with me." . xxxi 

Libertatis Amator ; a Litany, 1681 . . . . 1 

The Quaker's Prophecy, 1684 . . . .6 

% ©roup of 2i:ruE=1Loi]e Ballatis .... 7 

"Love in fantastic triumph sat." By Aphra Behn . , Ihid. 

!N"ews for Young Men and Maids .... 8 

Love is Better than Gold ; or, Money 's an Ass . . 13 

The Wonderful Praise of Money . . . .16 

A New Ballad composed by a Lover in praise of his Mistress 19 
Olympia's Unfortunate Love ; or, Gallius his Treacherous 

Cruelty. By John Dryden, continued by a Balladist . 21 
The Despairing Lover's Address to Charon, for a Passage to 

the Elizium Shades . . . . .24 

The Languishing Swain: or, The Happy Return of his Loyal 

Love. (Printed for J. Deacon : Ellis's and Jersey, II. 89.) 29 
Song to Phillis : " Phillis, I can ne'er forgive it " . . 31 

Song, 1691: "If Love's a sweet Passion, why does it torment?" Ihid. 


The Languishing Young Man ; or, The Love-sick Sailnaan : 

with Maria's kind Answer . . . .34 

Song : " Farewell, fair Aimida, my joy and my grief" . 37 
Song, in Answer: " Blame not voiir Armida, nor call her your 

grief " . . " . . • • Ihid. 
Mr. Digby's Farewell: " Oh pity, Arminda, those passions I 

bear'' 38 

Song to Revechia, 1672 : " Farewell, dear Revechia," etc. . Ihid. 

Song in the Rehearsal : " In swords, pikes and bullets," etc. . 39 

Love and Honour ; or, The Lover's Farewell to Calista . 40 

D'Urfey's Song to Astrca (Mrs. Behn) : "You say I am false" 43 

The True Pattern of Constancy ; or, The Loyal Lover's joys 

Completed . . . . . .44 

Parthenia's Complaint ; or, The Forsaken Shepherdess , 4 7 

Amintor's Answer to Parthenia's Complaint; or, The Wronged 

Shepherd's Vindication . . . . .50 

Repentance too Late : Being fair Celia's Complaint, etc. . 52 

Catch: "Some thirty, or forty, or fifty, at least." By T. 

D'Urfey . " . . ' . . .55 

Love and Honesty ; or, The Modish Courtier . . 56 

D'Urfey's Kingston Church, 1683 : " Sweet, use your time" . 58 

Beauty's Overthrow ; or, The Rejoiced Libertine . . 59 

Chloe's Cruelty : " Chloe, your unrelenting scorn " . . £0 

A Song: " The Spheres are dull " . . .61 

The Mournful Shepherd ; or, The Torment of Loving, and 

not being loved again . . . . .62 

Coutinuation-List, of ballads by Laurence Price . . 64 

Love's Fierce Desire, and Hopes of Discovery. By Laurence 

Price ....... 67 

Original Song, 1667: "Though the Tyrant," etc. . . 69 

Love and Constancy ; or. The True Lover's Welcome Home 

from France ...... 70 

The True Lovers' Holidays ; or. The Wooing, Winning, and 
Wedding of a fair Daraosel by a lusty Soldier. By 
Laurence Price. . . . . .73 

The Triumph at an End ; or. The Tyranness Defeated . 76 

Song, by Thomas Shadwell, 1676: "How wretched is the 
slave to Love" . . . . -79 

Love's Lamentable Tragedy: "Tender Hearts of London City" 80 
Love's Unspeakable Passion ; or, The Young Man's Answer 

to ' Tender Hearts of London City ' . . .83 

The True Lover's Ghost (second sequel to ' Tender Hearts ') 85 
No Love, No Life ; or, Damon Comforted in Distress . 89 

True Love Exalted; or, A Dialogue between a Young Knight 

and a Serge-Weaver's Daughter of Devonshire . . 93 

The Devonshire Nymph ; or. The Knight's Happy Choice . 96 

Martial's Epigram " Quicquid agit Ilufus," translated . 97 



Flora's Lamentable Passion crowned with unspeakable Joy 

and Comfort ....•• 98 
Song of Sappho :" Within a solitary Grove " . .100 

Love's Conquest ; or, Take her in the Humour. By Dr. 

Charles Davenant ..... Hid. 
Amoret's Advice to Phillis. A Song, by Sir C. S. . . 101 

Busy Fame, a Song : " When busy Fame o'er all the plain " . 102 

Flora's Departure ; or, Summer's Pride Abated . . 103 

Flora's Farewell; or, The Shepherd's Love-Passion Song. 

By Laurence Price , . . . .105 

A Song, by Geoorge Wither : " Amarillis I did woo" . 108 

A Catch, by Thomas Porter, 16G3: "Amarillis told her swain" 109 
Love's Dying Passion : " Amarillis, tear thy hair" . . Ibid. 

Love in the Blossom; or. Fancy in the Bud. By J. P. . 110 

Fancy's Freedom ; or, The True Lover's Bliss . .113 

Song, by Sir G. Etherege : "When first Amintas," etc. . 115 

The True Lover's Happiness ; or, Nothing Yenture, Nothing 

Have . . . . . . .116 

Song, 1687 : " Honest Shepherd, since you 're poor " . 119 

Song: Cupid's Throne Usurped: "Cupid, go and hang thyself" Ibid. 

The True Lover'sOverthrow: "Ah! Cupid, thou provest," etc. 120 
Song: " Rise, Chloris, charming maid, arise ! " ByAphraBehn 123 

The Faithful Inflamed Lover; or, The True Admirer of Beauty 124 
True Love without Deceit . . . . .126 
Strephon and Chloris ; or, The Coy Shepherd and Kind 

Shepherdess: "Ah! Chloris, awake " . . . 128 

Song, by Sir C. Sedley : "Ah ! Chloris, could I now but sit" 130 

The Lamentation of Chloris for theUnkindness of her Shepherd 131 

Song : " Ah, Chloris ! 't is time." By the Earl of Dorset . 133 

Corydon and Chloris ; or. The Wanton Shepherdess. . 134 

Aphra Behn's song : " Farewell, the world and mortal cares !'' 136 

The Spring's Glory; or, A precious Posie for pretty Maidens. 

By J. P. . . . . . . 137 

A Word in Season; or, Now or Never. By Tom D'lJrfey, etc. 140 
The Loving Shepherd ; or, Phaon's humble Petition to 

beautiful Phillis . . . . .143 

The Tyrannical Beauty : "Sinceher Beauty's grown a Snare" 145 

Billy and Joany : " I often for my Joany strove " . . 148 

The Love-sick Serving Man. .... 149 

Song by Dryden : " Celia, that I once was blest " . . 152 

Song on Celia's eyes : " Shining Stars are Celia's eyes " . Ibid. 

The Loves of Damon and Sappho; or, The Shepherd Crown'd 

with good Success . . . . .153 

Faithful Damon ; or. Fair Celia Obtain'd . . .155 

Shalll? Shalll? No, No, No ! Probably by Tobias Bowne 157 
The Two Faithful Lovers ; or, A Merry Song in Praise of 

Betty: By Tobias Bowne .... 159 



The Fair Lady of the West; or, The Fortunate Farmer's Son 

Song, The Silly Shepherd : " A silly Shepherd woo'd " 
An Excellent Ditty, called, The Shepherd's Wooing Dulcina. 
Attributed to Sir Walter Ealeigh 

Song : " How short is the pleasure that follows the pain ! " . 

A I^ew Song of Moggie's Jealousy ; or. Jockey's Vindication 
The Faithful Shepherd; or, The Loves of Tommy and Nanny 
The Loves of Jockey and Jenny ; or. The Scotch Wedding : 
the original written by Tom D'Urfey or Aphra Behn . 
Jockey's Lamentation turned to Joy; or, Jenny yields at Last 
Jenny's Lamentation for the Loss of her Jemmy 
The Love-sick Maid of Portsmouth . 
Fair Lucina Conquered by prevailing Cupid. 
The Life of Love .... 

Song, by Bums, 1792: " ! open the door, some pity to show ' ' 

The Kind Lady ; or, The Loves of Stella and Adonis. By 
Tom D'Urfey ..... 

She rose, and let me in (The Scots Musical Museum, 178G) 

" Go from my "Window, love, go ! " Before 1611 

Mrs. Mitchel and Borlan. Attributed to Lady Dick. 

John's Earnest Request ; or, Betty's Compassionate Love 
extended to him in a time of Distress. 
" The Robin came to the Wren's nest " [Compare p. 304.) 

The Secret Lover ; or. The Jealous Father Beguiled. 

A Favourite Love Song : " One night as I lay on my bed " 

The Repulsive Maid. .... 

The Young Man's Hard Shift for, etc. 

A Father's Wholesome Admonition; or, A Lumping Penny 

worth of Good Counsel for Bad Husbands 
Merry and Wise : " Come hither, my dutiful Son ! " 
The True Lover's Admonition 

The Successful Lover : " I saw the Lass" . 
The Lunatic Lover ; or, The Young Man's Call to 

King of the Ghosts for Cure 
The Frantic Squire, whose Passionate Love for a young Lady 

caused his Distraction . 
The Squire's Grief crowned with Comfort; or, Nectar pre 

ferred before Scornful Cynthia . 
The Last Lamentation of the Languishing Squire; or, Love 

overcomes all Things 

The Master-piece of love-songs ; Being a Dialogue betwixt a 

bold Keeper and a Lady gay . 

Song : Love is the Cause of my Mourning. By R. Scott 

The Forlorn Lover; declaring how a Lass gave her Lover 

three slips for a Tester, and married another a week 

before Easter ...... 
















Love is the Cause of my Mourning; or, The Despairing Lover 

The Love-sick Maid quickly Revived 

The Love-sick Maid (The Curragh of Kildare) 

Col. Ouseley's Song: "0 Love ! that stronger art than Wine." 

True Love Requited; or, The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington 
The Good Fellow, A Song : " Six long years," etc. . 
Virginity grown Troublesome ; or, The Younger Sister's 

Lamentation ...... 

Crumbs of Comfort for the Younger Sister (Sequel) . 

A Pleasant Song of Two Country Lovers: By John Wade . 

Song by Sir G. Etherege : " If she be not kind as fair " 
The XindVirgin's Complaint against aYoungMan'sUnkindness 
The Young Man's Vindication against the Virgin's Complaint 
The Faithful Lovers of the West. By William Blunden . 
True Love rewarded with Loyalty ; or, Mirth and Joy after 

Sorrow and Sadness ..... 
Love's Downfall (The ' Stable-Groom ' ballad) 
The Shepherd's Glory ; or, A Pleasant Song of the Shepherd 

Swain. Perhaps by Thos. Jordan. ( Cf. Introd. p. xxvii) 
The Constant Country Maid ; or, Innocent Love at length 

Rewarded ..... 

The Northampton-shire Lovers 

Song by Tom D'Urfey, 1683 : " Immortal Lovers, smile ! " 

" Come turn to me, thou pretty little One ! " 

Valiant Commander with his Resolute Lady, at Chester, 1645 

A Pleasant Song made by a Souldier : his Pepentance ; or 

the Fall of Folly. By T. Stride (24 April, 1588) 
A Pattern of Love ; or, The Faithful Lovers well met 
Song, 1671 : " Cupid once, when weary grown " . 
Song to Bellamira : " Blush not redder," etc. By Nat Lee 

Love's Tyrannic Conquest .... 

Song, 1671 : " All the flatteries of Fate " . 

A Tryal of True Love ; or. The Loj-al Damosel's Resolution 
The Faithful Young Man's Answer to the kind-hearted 

Maiden's Resolution 
The Passionate Lover ; or, The Damosel's Grief crown'd 

with Comfort .... 

Catch, from Deuteromelia, 1609 : " Of all the birds," etc. 

The Woody Choristers ; or. The Birds' Harmony 
The Wren ; or, Lennox's Love to Blantyre. 

The Birds' Lamentation 

The Cuckow's Song, in Pammelia, 1609 

Part Second of the (Roxburgbe) Birds' Harmony 
Song from "Every Woman in her Humour," 1609 

Editorial Intermezzo: The Austinian Bird-Catcher's Delight 













(^roup of Ti3aUati0 on (^ooti^jrcUote. 


Loyal Song, 1683 : " Like Quires of Angels " . . 314 

The Good-Fellow : a Catch : " Let the grave folks," etc. . 315 

The Reformed Drinker : " Come, my Hearts of Gold " . 317 

The Old Shepherd on his Pipe : " When I smoke, etc." . 318 

Sack for my Money; or, A Description of the Operation, etc. 319 

The Happy Return of the Figure of Two. By C. H. . 324 

The Prodigal's Resolution ; or, ^[y Father was born before 

me. By Thomas Jordan, 1072. . . . 329 

A Good Wife is a Portion every Day. By John Wade . 332 

The Heavy Heart and a Light Purse. By the same . S37 

The Good-Fellow's Consideration ; or, The Bad. Husband's 

Amendment. By Thomas Lanfiere . . . 340 

The Good-Fellow's Resolution ; or, The Bad Husband's 

return from his Folly. By the same . . .343 

Tis Money that ^Fakes a Man ; or. The Good-Fellow's Folly. 

By John Wade . . . . .346 

The Good Wife's Fore-cast ; or, The Mother's Counsel, etc. 349 
The Good-Fellow's Frolic ; or, Kent-street Club . . 351 

(tnD of fim Croup of €ooti^i^clloto0. 

To he foUoiced next ly a Group of Early Naval Ballads, and First 
Group of Legendary Romantic Ballads, to complete the Sixth Volume. 




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[This Frenchified group of Mummers or Masqueraders belongs to p. 291. They 
were not intended for Siehel, Mephistopheles, Doctor Faustus, and Gretchen ; 
but the second figure looks uncauuy, like Blake's ideal representation of a Fleay- 
biter. Take it^« Yon Like /^, but not for William of the Forest, Touchstone, 
the Hedge-priest, Sir Oliver Mar-Text, and Audrey. Are they May-day 
revellers: Maid Marion, Friar Tuck, and his dos a dos, with Robin Hood? 
Who shall decide P] 


dSroup of Crue ilotje Balla&s, 

Ct)ieflg from tfje Eojctiurglje Collection. 




Clmvn. — "Would you have a Love-sonsj, or a sonij of Good Life!' 
Sir Toby. — " A Love-song, a Love-song^ ! " 
Sir Aitdreio. — " Ay, ay, I care not for good life." 

— Twelfth Night, ii. 3. 


IPcintco for tfje Italian ^ocietj), 



" If when I lay me down to sleep, 

This night, I lose my sense of breath, 
And pale and silent pass away 

To some undreamed-of realm of deatli, 

" I wonder, Love, if I would keep 

Remembrance of liiis mortal sphere ? — 
If that which is so dear in life 

Would be to shadowy death as dear ? 

" Could I not wed my faith with that. 
To love you so were then no bliss. 
We soon shall know. Sit near me ! here 
We have not long to love and kiss . . . 

" What was I saying?— Love shall last, 
And never old and tarnish'd grow ? 
Dear heart ! I think, to those who love 
All things in nature promise so." 

— /ii the Garden. 

iTirst dSroup of Crue JLobe BallaUS 


I have got a certain habit, that approaches to a merit, 

Yet is something of a weakness, and a trifle of a bore ; 

'T is that when I meet a pleasure, I must call a friend to share it, 

Or I miss of its enjoyment half the luxury or more .... 

So in Literature's Garden, when I've met a song or story 
That has rais'd a pleasant smile, or caus'd a pleasant tear descend. 
Should you chance to call upon me, be admonish'd, I should bore ye 
With the whole of the transaction from beginning to the end." 

— Robert Barnabas Brough's Story from Boccaccio. 

F OUR CHOICEST Eoihurflfje Ballatis we 
here send forth a round Hundred devoted to 
True-Love, and half a score additional to 
celebrate Good-Fellowship in conviviality. 
These two Groups fill the first half of our 
last volume but one (not reckoning the 
General Index : a separate volume). We 
cannot boast ourselves to be quite safely 
through the wood, but we see daylight 
betv/een the branches, and here utter a 
preliminary ' Hallo ! ' This may only be 
a Fool's-Paradise, since nothing of the unattained is beyond risk 
of interruption and failure. Editors hold life by slightest tenure; 
the sword of Damocles above them hangs by a single hair. 

But we are not of the material whereof croakers are made, 
and have always been found hard to beat. Stumbling-blocks 
are turned into stepping-stones, and although unhelped, un- 
cheered, except by the voices of a few dearest friends to whom 
these volumes are successively Dedicated, the Editor strives to 
complete his task betimes. All the ballads, well spiced for 
preservation and labelled discreetly, are commended to H.R.H. 
Prince Posterity, who will come into a goodly inheritance, and 
perhaps remember gratefully his unpaid benefactors. Pleasant 
fruit and flowers we offer to him, heaped in baskets or garlanded 
and wreathed : no longer left solitary, to perish neglectedly on a 
withered stem. For the most part they were unique specimens, 
at the mercy of the next rude blast, yet they have been preserved 
hitherto for our delight almost by miracle. 

XX " // zuas an A ncient Marincrl' zvho offered Groiipings TJirce. 

Our next Group is of Early Naval Ballads, now completed 
in manuscript, and already placed in the hands of our skilled 
compositors, a Lamb-like race who dwell near the Wood that 
has often sheltered us, in Hertfordshire. Duly inducted and 
annotated, these ditties will have a briny flavour, being above 
high -water mark. Our P.D. Cupidons shed their horns and 
fledge their wings into brilliant pinions, while flitting through 
the air with revises under their quills, like passenger-pigeons 
during the siege of Paris. When they reach the final Group of 
the Volume, the Legendary and Romantic Ballads, their 
chorus of jubilation will be so ecstatic that the Wayzgoose of 
1886 will become too gorgeous a bird to be seen alive. The 
Group, dedicated to an enthusiastic lover of Old Ballads, and 
worthy sustainer of the Ballad-Society, is advanced, ready for 
the printers, so that it may be looked for, in completion of the 
Volume, long before Subscribers have done their devoir to the 
satisfaction of our estimable Treasurer. (There never were 
worse payers than our Members, but we only whisper this 
condemnation parenthetically : blushing for English vulgarian 
atrocities and impenitence.) 

Wind and tide have been long time against our voyage, my 
Messmates. Owing to illiberal abstention from sending free 
copies for review, the Press lends no favouring catspaw of breeze 
to fill our sails, and we know who tried to scuttle the ship, more sua. 
But so long as our planks hold together, we look forward to yet 
reaching the desired port of Finis-terre. Josephus the skipper 
grasps a speaking trumpet, sometimes to shout directions to the 
crew, often to knock down any land-lubbers of mutineers, and 
shiver their timbers. Courage, my hearts ! Land is still far 
ahead, but we have not sprung a leak, hauled down our flag, or 
given up full expectation of capering on shore, toasting ' sweet- 
hearts and wives ' (any number of either lot, alternately, if young 
and pretty enough). We sing " Rule, Britannia! Britons never 
would or could or should be slaves ! " and we live contentedly 
amid ballads, without a pension, or a Deanery, or a laurel-wreath. 
Long live our gracious subscriber, H.M. the Queen : God bless 
her, and all her Royal family, "and may they brosper!" 

By anybody who is willing to accept thankfully the good that 
the gods of Olympus provide abundantly, the present " Group 
of True-Love Ditties" ought to be received with gratitude. 
Here are a hundred and ten rare old ballads, few of them (not a 
dozen) reprinted in their integrity before ; many are confined to 
a single perishable exemplar. They are of varied merit, some 
unimpeachably good, none radically bad, and all carrying us 
back pleasantly into the social life of two centuries ago. We 
rearrange them, on our own responsibility. 

Ballad-Publishers aud their hack-Adaptors. xxi 

They are more usefully represented under the new grouping, 
with their mutual relations of inter-dependence restored — whether 
of the same tune, the same author, or of the same story — than 
they would have been if we had strictly followed the accidental 
misarrangement of the original blundering Roxburghe-Collection 
alphabeticism. Some ballads are avowedly Sequels or Answers, 
and that these should at last be re-united with their antecedent 
ditties, from which they had been separated two hundred years, 
requires no demonstration to any sensible reader. It is amusing 
to see, in numerous cases, the long-continued favour with which 
good tunes held their ground under frequent change of name ; 
also, how persistently certain ballad-incidents were reproduced ; 
the earlier stories having been imitated or parodied. 

Several memorable instances occur in our volumes of rival 
publishers having seized on some playhouse-song, while it was 
newly popular, they each employing a separate hack ballad-writer 
to furnish continuation-stanzas and complete the story. Under 
distinct titles the several versions agree in the original opening 
verses, but are otherwise absolutely different from one another.' 

Among those that we specially commend to attention are 
ballads by J. P. (whom we are the first to identify with John 
Playford the musician, father of Henry Playford, a favourite 
publisher). These will be found on pp. iio, 137, etc., "Love 
in the Blossom " and " The Spring's Glory." Also, from a 
unique exemplar, our opening lament, " News for Young Men 
and Maids " that " Love is dead and buried, and with him all 
true joys are fled" (p. 8). It bewails the cupidity or greed 
which destroys the different cupidity of Amor. The suggestion 
comes from the author of the Countess of Pembroke s Arcadia. 
This Sidnean Dirge deserves reproduction here, and we give it. 

^ Thus we give, on pp. 178 and 181 (founded on Mrs. Aphra Behn's song, 
"Ah ! Jenny, gin your eyen do kill,") two distinct ballads, one called "The 
Loves of Jockey and Jenny; or, The Scotch Wedding:" the other ballad 
being named "Jockey's Lamentation turned to Joy ; or, Jenny yields at Last." 
Even so, in our vol. iv. on pp. 448 and 451, we reprinted the two distinct 
ballads founded on another playhouse-song, beginning, "Ah! how pleasant 
are the charms of Love ! " They are entitled, I. — " The Enchanted Lover ; 
or, Celia Triumphant ; " and, 2. — "The True Lover's Paradise." 

Also, we have found a tfii7-d ballad beginning, " Tell me, Jenny, tell me 
roundly," distinct from the two already reprinted by Mr. Wm. Chappell in 
Roxb. Ballads, vol. iii. pp. 536, 537, and 541, viz. I. — " Come to it at Last ; " 
2. — "Coy jfenny and Constant Jemmy ; " with which agrees, 3.— The Loyal 
Song of 1685, of the same title. Yet another, not hitherto reprinted, we have 
found, and hope to give hereafter among the Anglo-Scotch ditties ; it is named 
"The Love-Sports of Wanton Jemmy and Simpering Jenny. ^'' To have 
furnished matter for a fourfold imitation and amplification in street-ballads was 
surely a high honour won by the playhouse song-writer : " Tliis it is to be learned 
and witty 1^'' as the politic Sir Thomas Jenner declared. {Cf. vol. v. p. 725.) 

xxii Sidney's ^ Dirge for Love Disdained' 

Eouc is Bcati. 

"D ING out your bells, let mourning shewes be spread, 
For Loue is dead ! 

All Loue is dead, infected 
With Plague of deep disdaine : 

Worth, as nought worth, rejected, 
And Faith faire scorne doth gaine. 

From so vngrateful fancie, 

From such a femall franzie, 

From them that vse men thus. 

Good Lord, deliver us ! 

Weepe, neighbours, weepe ! do you not hearc it sai<l 
That Loue is dead ? 
His death-lied, peacock's follie ; 

Mis winding-sheete is shame ; 
His will, false-seeming holie ; 
His solo exec' tour, blame. 
From so vngrateful fancie. 
From such a femall franzie. 
From them that vse men thus, 
Good Lord, deliver us .' 

Let dirge be sung, and trentals rightly read, 
For Loue is dead ; 
Sir Wrong his tombe ordaineth, 
My INIistress' marble heart ; 
Which epitaph containeth : — 

' Her eyes were once his dart.' 
From so vngratefull fancie. 
From such a femall franzie, 
From them that vse men thus, 
Good Lord, deliver us ! 

y\las, I lie ; rage hath this errour bred ; 
Loue is not dead ; 
Loue is not dead, but sleepeth 

In his vnmatched Mind, 
^\■ilere she his counsel keepeth, 
Till due deserts she find. 

Therefore from so vile fancie. 
To call such wit a franzie, 
Who Loue can temper thus, 
Good Lord, deliver its ! 

(By Sir Philip Sidney, circa 1581.) 

Not often do we expect to find gleams of true and high poetic 
fancy among these penny broadsides, literature of the populace, 
the mobile, plebs and vulgus : the 'prentice youths, journeymen 
handicrafts, rough seamen, waiting-maids, and farmers' daughters, 
for whom they were written, all people of the labouring classes: 
who at that time, as now, delighted to imagine the joys and 
sorrows of their own toiling lives reflected upward and intensified 
among true Lords and Ladies. That Love levelled all ranks. 

Audience feii.\ but fit ; or inultitudino2is. xxiii 

making the richest and most beautiful share sadness or despair 
with the lowliest sufferer, was reported by the ballad-singer to 
console them amid their daily troubles. He thus warned them 
against disappointment, and yet encouraged them to hope, till 
Fortune smiles at last, "True Love is rewarded with Loyalty." 

The musical composers of the Stuart times were ostentatiously 
unwilling to have their favourite airs associated with songs that 
found acceptance with the lower order. They sought patronage 
at Court, among titled or cultivated persons. But they had no 
power to keep the stream from obeying its natural tendency to 
flow down-hill. What time the courtly gallants sang love-ditties 
with their Whitehall Beauties, their servitors were catching up 
the notes of music, and soon thereafter the Smithfield ballad- 
monger added sufficient brand-new verses of his own to 
complete the original playhouse-song : so filled a broadside 
pennyworth to provide amusement for the middle classes, and 
to earn for himself a substantial meal of tripe or pigs-pettitoes. 
Thus Laurence Price, John Wade, Thomas Lanfiere, Martin 
Parker, and Thomas Jordan, with others, who were answerable 
for the ballads in our present Volume, felt no scorn at depending 
for support on the favour of the multitude. They generally 
loved their craft, quite as well as did Charles Sackville or John 
Wilmot, the Earls of Dorset and of Rochester. " Come open 
the door, sweet Betty ! for it is a cold winter's night," was at 
least as widely welcomed among the simple and lowly, as Tom 
D'Urfey's Tunbridge Serenades could be among the gentle. 
Tom himself was far too sensible and hilarious to affect any 
false pride in the matter. He enjoyed the honour of knowing 
that his songs were chanted by ten thousand admirers, in blind 
alleys or in country rambles across the northern heights. He 
found that popularity among the illiterate and humble was no 
bar to retaining Court favour, with personal encouragement from 
the Sovereign throughout four successive reigns. Away then 
with the idle jeers about the degradation of the masses, so long 
as they welcomed after their own fashion so many charming 
songs and scraps of poetry ; although the woodcuts of their 
broadside ballads were rude, and often inappropriate ; the long- 
winded strains unequal in merit, ridiculed by superfine witlings. 
Enough, if so much that was comparatively innocent and harm- 
less was offered in the market, and purchased gladly. Why 
need we be squeamishly hypercritical, prone to imagine evil in 
others, and to claim superiority for ourselves. There was the 
true ring in many of these ballads, messages sent direct from 
the heart and no less welcome to the heart ; such as John 
Selden with Samuel Pepys and others had stored up carefully : — 

O farewell grief, and welcome joy ! ten thousand times and more, 
For now I have seen my own true Love, that I thought to see no more. 

xxiv " / siumiion up reuieiubrance of tilings pasty 

We pity the Puritan who cannot draw amusement or inspiration 
from these old ballads, and see again in fancy the sweethearts 
trooping in pairs across the suburban fields on holidays, linked 
hand in hand while they hurry homeward after summer rambles ; 
parting affectionately at rustic style or darkened house-corner, 
with an interchange of such ' Garlands,' ' Penny-Merriments,' or 
broadside-ballads, as each of them had purchased for the other, 
they well knowing the appointed tunes, to sing together at next 
meeting. We may smile, if we choose, but good-humouredly, 
at the high-flown sentiment, the melodramatic pathos, or at the 
extravagance of language in a few ; but we find little or nothing 
offensive in their suggested thought or action. The meaning is 
generally clear, and the tone wholesome. If a few ballads show 
the sad results of blind confidence such as " The Kind Lady " 
or its kindred, — if betrayed maidens or jilted swains utter their 
complaints without conventional disguise, we are not inclined 
to blame them. No doubt there was need of such warning- 
notes making themselves heard, to put innocence on its guard : 

Mephistopheles. — Sie ist die erste nicht. 

Faust. — Hund ! abscheuliclies Unthier ! . . . . Die erste nicht ! — Jammer ! 
Jammer ! von keiner Menschenseele zu fassen, dasz mehr als ein Gescliopf 
in die Tiefe dieses Glendes versank, dasz nicht das erste genugthat fiir die 
Schuld aller iibrigen in seiner windenden Todesnoth vor den Augen des 
ewig Verzeihenden ! 

We mention these ballads as being invocativc spells to summon 
back the spectres of the past. But in general they are far from 
gruesome or uncanny when they appear. One genuine " Grim 
King of the Ghosts" stalks on his rounds (see p. 222), but 
nobody need sink before it in convulsions of terror. Conjured 
by these spells arise bright forms and joyous. We see no 
skeletons or skulking lemures, no dim procession of colourless 
phantoms, the mere mockery of life ; unless we adapt from the 
fascinating pages of Monsieur A. Robida (his U Enlevement de 
Tulipia, on our p. 87 re-delineated) the ghastly panorama of 
affrighting revenants, for the satisfaction of all Her Imperial 
and Royal Majesty's Great-Britannic subjects, and of many fresh 
appreciative readers in the libraries of mighty America. Hail, 
Columbia! Fair lasses and stalwart squires, rural nymphs and 
indentured future-citizens are roughly pictured in the original 
woodcuts, here honestly copied and engraved by the Editor ; 
not caricatured, as by worthy Joseph Crawhall. If these ballads 
be not good enough company for us later men, where are we to 
find better } Charles Lamb would have revelled in them, over 
a stiff tumbler of toddy with Dante-translator Gary, although 
their perpetually-discontented slanderer from Ecclefechan 
might growl and sneer at them all, as Samuel Johnson used to 

One Stride in advance, and o)i safe ground. xxv 

ridicule Bishop Percy's Reliques. Hence with such dyspeptic 
cavillers, in need of a blue-pill, but welcome honest Cavaliers 
of the true breed, instead of them ! The two camps are miles 
asunder in literature, and were antagonistic always. We are 
Pantagruelists and anti-Mawwormites, in our Villon and Ballad 
Societies. Small hope should we entertain of readers who 
require more of specific labels than the Editorial introductions 
afford, to tell them, volume by volume, where they may find 
" Good entertainment for Man and Beast." In these fresh 
Groups of 2^oiburrj][}e BallatiS each man may find wholesome 
provender. As for the avowed Beasts I . . . . well, then, we 
are not careful to answer your Right Reverend Saintships on 
this matter, because the beasts are catered for abundantly 
elsewhere, z.%you know, instead of needing a finger-post. 

In our following group of " Early Naval Ballads " is one signed 
T. S. ; perhaps the writer of " The Souldier's Repentance ; 
or. The Fall of Folly" (of April, 1588, reprinted on our p. 284, 
although it is not of "True-Love" qualifications, but a military 
ballad, like "The Valiant Commander" of 164*, preceding it, 
on p. 281, written half a century later). The title of the coming 
naval ditty is, "The Englishman's Valour, or the Havishire 
Frigget's fight with six Spanish Ships in Caks Road ; or. 

The Seaman's Praise, the Souldier's advance. 

That tells to yack Spaniard how Drake made him dance, 

And how Captain Terell did make them to fly. 

That seek'd for to rob him, or cause him to dye. 

To the Tune of. Let no brave Soiddier he dismaid. By T. S." 
Two parts ; two woodcuts. It begins (like Chevy Chace) thus : 

" God prosper long our noble King, and every one that wish him well ! 
Let Seamen say and Souldiers sing the story now I have to tell." 

No publisher's name remains on the unique exemplar. The date 
appears to be i6of, before or after the death of Queen Bess, 
and accession of James ist, "our noble king." It frequently 
happened that the same writer re-employed a tune he had 
already used for his own earlier copy of verses. Here he advertises 
old wares, Calino a ciisiore me, when he cites the tune. Let no 
brave Soiddier be dis??iai'd," which is in reality the 89th line of 
his own " Souldier's Repentance," as shown on our p. 285. 

We have grounds for belief that our Roxburghe Ballad writer was TJioiuas 
Stryde (or Stride) of Stokegiirsey in Someisetshire. He had returned from 
the wars in Flanders, where he probably fouglit beside Sir Philip Sidney at 
Zutphen in 1586, as a loyal Protestant and subject of Elizabeth. In " The 
Souldier's Repentance" he expressed his disappointment at the chill of his 
reception ; his family had prospered during his absence, and he contrasted 
their position with his own. But, in time, pleasant relations were restored ; 

xxvi " The Eliots and Oringes did convened 


they received him generously, and for several years, before 1599, they always 
literally found him a Tanner. He proved grateful, making bequests when 
recalled to military service for his Queen, going to Ireland, against the rebels. 
I-ike most warriors, he was ready to fight at sea or on land. His later celebra- 
tion of a naval battle was thus appropriate. (Even to the date of the Dutch 
Wars, a general like George Monk was expected to take command at sea.) 
Foreseeing the unlikelihood of long survival, he solemnly prepared his will, in 
the same pious spirit that he had shown when writing his manly account of a 
soldier's harsh experiences in foreign service. We preserve from oblivion this 
document, with its attestation of his having died before the end of 1602 : — 

Wc^z East CTcstamrnt of 2ri)omas Strgtic. 

3In tfje name of (Son amctt. The ffiveteenth Day of June, one Thousand 
ffive hundred nynetie and nyne, I, Thomas Stryde o{ Stokegiirsiy in the Countie 
of Somerset, Tanner, being whole of mynde and bodie, Lawde and prayse be to 
Almightie God, make and ordeyne this my present testament concning herein 
my last will in manner and ffourme ffollowinge. That is to saye, first and 
before all thinges, I cofnitt me vnto God and to his mersie, belevinge w'hout 
any doubte or mistrust that by his grace and the merritts of Jesus Christ, and 
by the vertue of his passion and of his resurection I have and shall have remis- 
.sion of my sinnes and resurection of my bodie & sowle, accorclinge as it is 
written : Item I geve and bequeath unto my llrolhcr Robert Stryde six poundes. 
Item I give unto my sister Agnes Eliet ffive poundes. Item I give to my sister 
Grace ffive poundes. To be ]iayd unto them and evcrie of them out of the 
somme of sixteene poundes of myne Restinge in the handes and keepinge for 
me and to my use of Richard Oringe of Shirborne, Goldesmithe : My good 
uncle Richard Oringe and good Aunte, as my whole trust is in you Ijoth, yf 
gods will be I shall not come home againe, whereas I am at this present tyme 
jiressed and strayghtways to depte into Ireland for hir Ma''^"- service, praying 
you both to see tliis my will and recjuest to be pformed, and soe I committ you 
all to God, prayeinge for me and I for you. Written the day and yeare first 
above written. And hereto have sett my hand and seale. In the psence of 
theise men whose names are heare written. Teste Robte Tapscote by me 
Nicholas Rallynge, William James, sign. 

Ultimo die mcitsis Julij anno dhi milesimo scxcntessinio sccondo Emanarit 
coinmissio Robto Stryde yra/r/ ;/[<//«;'<;]// et llegit^iino Thomas Stryde defunct 
ad adininistrand bona jura et credita ejusdem defunct^ juxta tenorem et effectutn 
Testamenti sive ultime voluntatis pred eo quod dens difiinct nullum in eodem sive 
eadem nominat executorem de bene et fidelif^. Administrandad S'"' Dei Evatigelia 
iti psotia Thomas Warde notarij public] procicris jurat. Etc. 

J^^ The date of T. Stryde's death shakes belief that he wrote "The 
Hampshire Frigate's fight with the Spaniards ; " unless the publishers adapted 
it to a later date, by re-casting the allusion to the Queen, making it refer to 
James I., the newly-acceded "King," and altering the rhyme- word. 

In reading the spirited ballad (on our p. 269) entitled " The 
Shepherd's Glory ; or, A Pleasant Song o' th' Shepherd Swain," 
one naturally desires to know the name of the author. Not 
improbably he was Thomas Jordan (who wrote our " Prodigal's 
Resolution," p. 328). He was quite capable of doing it, a clever 
harum-scarum Cavalier, whose autobiography would have been 
delightful reading. He was addicted to re-cooking his own 
unconsumed fragments, re-issuing his unsold booklets with fresh 
title-pages, and returning unweariedly to his premieres amours. 


" T. Jordan's Praise of a Shepherd's Lifc^ xxvii 

There is a sufficient resemblance in the successive allusions to 
the Scriptural history of Shepherds, between our Roxburghe 
Ballad and Thomas Jordan's Civic Pageant Song " In Praise of 
a Shepherd's Life," in 1679, to indicate that he wrote both, 

'■^London in Luster : projecting many bright Beams of Triiunph. Wednesday, 
Oct. 29, 1679. At initiation of Sir Robt. Clayton, Lord Mayor of London, at 
cliarges of the Worshipful Company of Drapers, devised and composed by 
Thomas Jordan, Gent. Fourth Pageant is a landscape of Salisbury- Plain, 
M'here rustic Shepherds and rural Shepherdesses are feeding and folding their 
flocks ... A jolly Shepherd \_Opilio~] and his bonny Shepherdess S^Pastora'] 
advance their voices in the following ditty." (The tune is not named, but we 
doubt not that it w^as the favourite Packington's Pound: compare p. 331.) 

En Praise of a Sfjcpfjcrli's ILife. 

F all the blest Lives in the world that are fam'd 
The Shepherd's condition ought first to be nam'd, 

Which may be defended from ev'ry degree. 

For Piety, Honour, and Antiquity. 

Just Abel, 'tis said, a Shepherd by trade. 
Did die the first Martyr that ever was made ; 

And by his own brother received his doom, 

Although their formation was both in one womb. 
This example may teach us. if well understood, 
That there's no infallible friendship in lilood. 

When David did follow^ the Ewes great with young. 

He liv'd like a Shepherd, he pip'd and he sung ; 

But when he was cramp'd with the cares of a Crown, 

His own complaints tell us, his comforts fell down. 
His days of delight were trouble and fright. 
His hands were taught War, and his fingers to fight ; 

But though he was blest with the death of Goliah, 

His crosses increas'd with the fall of Uriah : 

He had a fair Fortune, and stoutly he kept her, 

Turn'd hook, scrip and bottle, to ball, crown, and scepter. 

Thus far Human History dignifies Shepherds, 
Preserving their flocks from wolves, lyons, and leopards ; 
Apollo (ador'd as a God, yet) did keep 
On Thessalian mountains King Admetus's sheep ; 

And Pan must not be forgotten by me, 

Whom Shepherds did worship as their Deity : 
On Arcadian plains he Dominion did bear, 
When Argalus and his Parthenia were there. {Cf. p. 298. 

These presidents ev'ry objection convinces, [^precedents. 

Shepherds have been Martyrs, Gods, Prophets, and Princes. 

One other (to amplifie all) I shall name 
Of courage and conduct, good fortune and fame, 
A Shepherd by Trade and a Scythian by birth, 
As you will confess when you hear of his worth, 

Taviburlain did make the Turk'' s Empire to shake. 

When he in a battel did Bajazet take, 
Though five hundred thousand men there did engage. 
He took him. and put him into an Iron Cage : 

In one little cabin his Empire and Throne is. 

Who with his own tongue declar'd ' Lex talwnis.^ 

xxviii In defence of our Stuart AiiiJiolo^y. 

But we simple Shepherds, on SaVsbury plain, 

Live in more content than some Princes that reign ; 

In vallies and mountains we pipe and we sing, 

Love God and our neiglibours, the Church and the King ; 

We are not such Sots to harbour black Plots, [.\'.B. 1679. 

To call in the Frencli-meii or draw in the Scots : 
And in Civil War every Honest man loses, 
They that love it, I wish they may hav't in their houses. 

No Kingdom, nor Dukedom, nor Popedom can be — 

With all their dominions — so happy as we. 

We are not for pistols, guns, backsword, nor rapiers, 

Put pray for good Tradeing amongst London Drapers ; 

t)f whose Corporation and Society 

Sir Henry Filz-Alwiti first Lord Mayor was free: [1189-1212. 

Who, as it appears, by our Overseers, 
Did rule as Lord Mayor above twenty-four years, 

And it is presum'd (he so justly did do,) 

If he had not died then, might have sat there till now. [CA P- .M^. 

Tlien let's sing and dance up, curvet and cut cajiers, 
Wee'l pray for the King, the Lord Mayor, and the Drapers ! 

We take credit, concerning our addition (without crowding 
the limited space) of some fifty charming songs, introduced as 
mottoes or originals of the ballads. Justice has never been done 
to the lyrics of the Stuart days, especially of the quarter-century 
following the Restoration, and before the /^glorious Revolution. 
They were warm in tone, passionate or playful, wittily phrased, 
full of melody ; the work of men who had moved actively amid 
courts and battle-fields and park-intrigues : not of sallow poets 
or the scribblers of libellous pamphlets, lurking in garrets to 
avoid a harsh creditor or catchpole, of whom John Philips sang. 
These impulsive warblings have a dainty completeness. 

Musical instruments of old were wofully inferior in compass 
and sonorous grandeur of tone to the triumphant achievements 
of our Eroadwood, Chappell, Erard, and Brinsmead ; yet what 
exquisite sounds were heard by the composers I — sounds which 
no orchestra of their own day could embody worthily. True 
music never failed to respond to the true poetry, at any time 
whilst Old Rowley reigned supreme, although spinnets may 
have been ricketty and virginals often cracked, as were ladies' 
reputations. Such accidents could not deaden the delight of 
each loving maiden, singing sweetly, with her slender fingers 
lingering on the clavier, while her lover turned the leaves of her 
Choyce Ayres, making pretence to read the notes across the 
rampart of her white shoulders. Did she ever complain, because 
wood and wire were less than perfect } Every true poet, every 
enraptured player, hears the internal music echoing in his soul, 
and hails "the concord of sweet sounds," despite some jarring 
notes or the weak range of their perishable instrument. Not all 
of us can afford to buy a Stradivarius ; not many of us possess 

TJie music tJiat true Poets inly hear. xxix 

the skill of a Paganini. The highest attainments can but faintly 
realize the exquisite melodies of Gluck, which he himself must 
have understood transcendantly. Beethoven, we are told, deaf 
to the discord from some metallic bar or china dish restins: 
incongruously on the wires, while he struck the keys — nay, deaf 
to every external sound ! — was lifted spiritually into the region 
where his noblest dreams became realities. He heard there, in 
the super-sensual world of genius and imagination, the music, 
absolutely perfect, which surpassed all possibilities of human 
execution. No false note could intrude, no chord fail to vibrate 
and to reach the heart. So, when we think on gardens where of 
old our lovers roved in life's sweet summer-time, we breathe 
their choicest odours recalled by memory ; when we revive their 
past we cull its ideal loveliness and banish incongruities. We 
find, in our ballads, enough of the early witchery and fascination 
to make us happy over them, as people were two centuries ago. 
If others cannot sympathize with us, the fault is their own. In 
our two recent volumes were shown political intrigues, the social 
corruption of conspirators and rebels during the madness of the 
fabricated Popish Plot. We have now left the malignant plotters, 
spies and betrayers ; coming instead to young Lovers, happy or 
unhappy, who sing their joys or sorrows. We also track the 
roystering Good-Fellows to their tavern haunts, joining in the 
merry chorus, or hearing their repentant self-upbraidings when 
cash and credit have run short, as sometimes, alas! they must : 

So fares it since the years began, till they be gather'd up : 
The truth, that flies the flowing can, will haunt the empty cup. 

Friends, to whom specially we Dedicate this Part XVI. our 
Groups of " True-Love Ballads " and " Good-Fellows," you are 
men of approved and catholic taste in literature : not like the 
pert sham-scholars or quagmire-gnats that win Professorships, 
and " murder to dissect." Among these ballads such merit as 
they possess will be found by you ; not only because of your 
friendly bias towards their Editor, known for many years, but 
because you bear the true divining rod of poetic instinct, sound 
knowledge and cultivated taste; hence you will at once recognize 
the value of these ancient records, and welcome them cordially 
to a fresh life, revisiting the glimpses of the moon. Thus, by 
your having accepted this Dedication, you have yielded fresh 
happiness to your faithful friend, 


One-Acre Priory, Molash by Ashford : Kent. 

bth July, 1885. 

Co Ctno JFvtfutis, 

IV/iose successful labours in editing our best Old Dramatists and Poets 
additionally endear liim to its, who loved him for himself ; 



Keeper of the Printed Books, British Museum Lil>rary, among whose many 

valuable works, prized by Bibliographical Students, the choicest of all 

is the Arthurian Romaitce whereof he has been Sole- Editor ; 

(injfsf " Bnllnlis of QTnic^ILobc " anti of " ©ooti jFclIolus " 







J J /HO will, may foot it here zvith inc : 

Come, sound the pipe and tabor ! 
Welcome awaits, and jollity. 

For stranger and for neighbour. 
Fling politics aside, brave boys ! 

Leave dross of wealth, more trivial : 
Take yo7ir true Iwliday in joys 

Unselfish and convivial. 

Y Olive had enough of Plots and schemes. 

They gave us little pleasure ; 
Be ivise ! hark back to Poets' dreams, 

Here bask in sunny leisure. 
We sing no more Historic strife, 

(9/ Monmouth, James, or ' Rowley ' ; 
But shoiv fair damsels, maid and ivife, 

Buxom, or pert, or holy. 

xxxii Prelude to ' Group of True-Love Ballads.' 

Love-ditties in the air resound. 

Two centuries Jnish'd and Jiidden ; 
These in shy coverts we Jiave found. 

By Puritans oft cJiidden. 
True hearts had priz 'd these rustic lays, 

Homely, or Stage-ecstatic : 
Some, warbled soft in summer days ; 

Some, croon 'd in lamp-lit attic. 

We raise our Alaypole in the Strand, 

Amid the crozvd and coaches ; 
No Hermit' s-choice, but hand in Jiand 

With each nymph zuho approaches : 
Whether a 'LeXy -pictured Dame, 

Adorn' d from crest to shoe-tie ; 
Or a blithe Milkmaid — all the same. 

If she %vear equal beauty. 

Frolic and Fun prolong our life. 
Well for us if zve prize them I 

Since dolour and disease are rife, 
No sound heart should despise them. 

Then Join our gambols — the best plan. 
You laughing maids and tall lads ! 

So turn to profit, while you can, 
This sheaf of -Cxm-^ttiU 2I5a!Iati0* 


i". Valentine'' s Eve, 1885. 

-P-' '"T? 

ILfbtvtatis Zmatox ; a3litanp,1681. 

" It is good to be merry and wise, 
It is good to be honest and true : 
It is best to be off with the Old Love, 
Eefore you are on with the New." 


should prize the smallest scraps of Old Songs, which 
liave reached us from hoar antiquity ; for the most part 
orphaned and unaccredited, since it is a wise ballad that 
knows its own father. Few convey a larger amount of 
sound guidance than the motto of our present page. We 
lay it Editorially to heart, hoping to follow each of its suggestions. 
*' Honest and true " we have always endeavoured to be ; scrupulous 
in exactitude of text and annotations. " Merry," in season, we hope 
to be, while delivering oracularly no more of hall-marked Wisdom 
than is wholesome for some readers' digestion in this dyspeptic age. 
As to the " T^ew Love," with which we desire to be on, we have a 
preliminary Group of Tnie-Zove ballads ; by fate and metaphysical 
aid sent in advance of the Group of Naval Ballads : themselves 
being precursors of Legendary and Romantic Ballads of entrancing 
interest for sympathetic folk-lore Pundits. But we have a small 
remanet of Litany and Prophecy, that had slipt aside a year ago. 
It was already in type and awaiting a fit corner. It stood like a 
Black-Letter Peri gazing disconsolately through the closed gates of 
Hertford " Chapel " Paradise ; unable to get any Austintatious pages 
among the P. D. Cherubim. It here finds a 'local habitation ' at last. 

Joy, joy for ever ! my task is done — 
The gates are pass'd, and a home is won ! 


2 Re-cast Ballad-texts infrequent. 

"Well knowing that the following Litany, of the year 1681, was 
revived for party purposes against the Jacobites in 1714, with such 
alterations as might serve to make it servieeably offensive to 
political foes — as a sort of Old "Way to pay New Debts, — we are 
haunted by a suspicion that on other occasions also were fugitive 
verses of this sort retouched and re-issued, after some additions or 
retrenchments had been made. But, with few exceptions, our 
experience does not favour the idea. It seems to have been so easy 
to gain a fresh manufacture of the entire article, whenever it was 
required, that people seldom found it worth while to steal any 
ready-made stock-in-trade. It cost as much to reset as to originate. 
Who would retain their old lamps when bran' new ones were 
offered in exchange? There were few antiquaries, wise old boys 
who knew the antique candelabra to be the only genuine '' light 
of other days." But the common worldlings prized novelty. 

litJcrtaUs 3mator: 

a Hitnno, 1681. 

[Tune of. The Cavalilly Man. See Vol. V. p. 344.] 

FRom the lawless Dominion of Mitre .and Crown, 
Wliose TjTannies are so absolute f^rown, 
That men become Slaves to the Altar and Throne, 
And can call neither Bodies nor Souls their own. 

Libera nos, Domii/e ! 

From a Reverend py-bald Theologick Professor,^ 
From a I'rotcstant zealous for a Popish Successor, 
Who for a great Bishoprick still leaves a lesser, 
And ne'r will die Mart}T, nor make good Confessor, 

Libera nos, Doniine .' 10 

From Deans and from Chapters who live at their Eases, 
"Whose Letchcry lies in renewing Church-Leases, 
Who live in Cathedrals like Maggots in Cheeses, 
And lie like Abbey-l,ubhers stew'd in their own Greases, - 

Libera nos, Dominv ! 

From Oxford and Cambridge scholastical fry, 
Whose leachery's with their liaundress to lye. 
Of Church and State their wants to supply, 
That Religion and Learning may never die,^ 

Libera nos Bomine ! 20 

From a comfortable [Sin-smoothing] Divine ; * 
From a Crissingle Parson in Silk Cassock fine. 
Who loves no Tobacco, no Women, nor Wine, 
But any Religion, so of the right Line, 

Libera nos, Domine ! 

From a spruce Court-Chaplain,^ whose Pulpit rings 
With Jure Bivino of Bishops and Kings ; 
And from true Scripture false Evidence brings 
That Kingship and Priesthood are two sacred things. 

Libera nos, Bomine ! 30 

Libertatis Aniafor Litany, 1681. 3 

From a Minister of the English Church Breed, 
Mother-Churche's own son by Episcopal Seed, 
Who turns to burlesque the Lord's-Frai/'r and Creed,'' 
And can the whole Bible ridicule for a need, 

Libera nos, Bomine ! 

From a scandalous limping litigious Vicar,' 

Of whom his Parish grows sicker and sicker, 

"Who taught his dull Maid to grow quicker and quicker, 

And who stole the Tankard when he di-ank out the Liquor, 

Libera nos, Bomine ! 40 

From a Ceremony-Monger, who raUs at Dissenters, 
And damns Ni>n- Conformists in the Pulpit he enters, 
Yet all the Week long liis own Soul he ventures, 
By being so drunk that he cutteth Indentures, 

Libera nos, Bomine ! 
From a young Boy ordain'd, the' a[bility] he has none,* 
From a Journeyman Preacher to some dignified Drone, 
Who, whatever [be the] Text he preaches upon, 
Still talks of Rebellion and 'Forty- One,^ 

Libera nos, Bomine ! t50 

From the Bishop's -Chaplain i° who scribbles everlasting, 
On whom once Cook bestow'd a dry basting ; 
Who in his old Age young Flesh would be tasting, 
And now writes for Bread to keep him from fasting. 

Libera nos, Bomine ! 

From a Protestant Church where a Papist must reign, 
From an Oxford Parliament called in vain, 
Who because FUz-Harris ^^ the Plot would make plain, 
Was dissolv'd in a fit, and sent home again, 

Libera nos, Bomitie ! 60 

From Fools and Knaves, Prerogative Tories, 
From a Chiurch that for the Babylon Whore is, 
From a Prince like a Pear, who rotten at Core is,^'' 
From a Court that has Millions, yet as Job poor is. 

Libera nos, Bomine ! 
From a French oioq^ at White-hall and another at Pa;j«,'^ 
From Bavgerfield'' s Plot out-done by Fitz-Harris,^^ 
Deliver us Lord from the self-same thing. 
From the King of France, and from the French King. 
, Libera nos, Bomine ! 70 

Editorial Notes to Lihertatis Amator. 
1 Al. lect., 1714, " From a Eeverend bawling Theological Professor." 
* We may here add a few lines from Herrick's Hesperides, 1648 : The Temple, 
There ush'ring Vergers, here likewise 
Their Canons and tlieir Chanteries : 
Of Cloyster Monks they have enow, 
Aye, and their Abbey-Lubbers too : 
And, if their Legend do not lye, 
They much affect the Fapacie. 
Abbey-Lzibher was an old term of reproach for an idler, lazy loiterer, or *' loafer." 
It is well known in early writings, and has been duly noticed by dictionary-makers, 
including Cotgrave, Howell, Pegge, and our esteemed friend, James Orchard 
Halliwell-Phiilipps. He gives the following quotation from The Burnynge of 
Paules Church, 1563 : — " The most of that which they did bestow was on the 

4 Notes to Lihertatis Amator. 

riche, and not the poore indede, as halt, lame, blinde, sicke or impotent, but lither 
lubbers that might worke and would not : In so much that it came into a Common 
Proverbe to call him an Ahhe>/-L><hber, that was idle, wel fed, a long lewd lither- 
loiterer, that might worke and would not." 

Libertatis Amator proves that the term was still understood in 1681. 

3 A well-known line from the Bidding-Prayer at Univei-sity Sermons. 

^ Left blank Axith a dash; applicable to any special abomination: "sin- 
soothing" or " sin -smoothing " will pass muster. Crissingle mocks the belief 
in the ("hrism, at Baptism : of old high -church ritualism. 

5 When the present Litany was revived, for party-purposes, in 1714, this 
term was changed into " From'a Holhourne-Uill Parson," etc. {Ti/bimi-vfards.) 

" In the 1714 reprint this was turned into a libel on Dean Swift, by lamely 
printing the line " Who with Tale-Tub can burlesqu(!," etc. A few other 
changes made it belaud the Hanoverian succession, assailing him -whcmi "Whigs 
falsely called the " Sham Prince of Wales," i.e. Charles Edward Stuart. The 
charge in the text is against the Rev. Thomas Ashenden, Rector of Dingley, 
who wrote The Presbyterians Pater-Nost'V, Creed, and Decalogue, 168" (see 
Vol. V. p. 180). We'possess many worse but earlier -xxTitten travesties of the 
English ('burch liturgv, issued by schismatists before the Great Rebellion. 

■5 " The Parson oi Croi/dmi." His name was WilUam Clewer, from 1660 to '73 
t'le Vicar of Croydon ; against whom a long war of litigation was waged, for 
alleged " extortion " in enforcing payment of bis over-due tithes. Other chiirges 
failed to be sustained. The proceedings were often before the Courts, and of the 
voluminous documents some are contained in pamphlets at the British Museum 
(P.M. 8122, e. art. 40, 41). Irreccmcilcable dissenters libelled Churchmen. 

** Al. Led., " From Young Boys Onlnin'd, whose Beards are not grown." 
The "Journey-man Preacher" is "what we now call the "assistant-Curate," or 
stipendiary in "sole-charge," as a substitute for a non-resident incumbent. 

^ Compare oiu- page 243, of Vol. IV., and Vol. V., passim. 

1" Note, in early republication : " Sir Ttoger L' Estrange." But he was not 
knighted until after the accession of James it. The calumny regarding Mrs. Cook 
and her husband has been mentioned in Vol. IV. p. 25,5. and the caricature of 
Roger (Licenser of many pamphlets obnoxious to the Whigs), holdijig his pen 
and ink-horn, is on p. 535 of A"ol. V. 

" See Vol. V. concerning Oxford Parliament, Fitz-Harris, and Dangerfield. 

'■^ The allusion is probably to the Protestants' bete voir, James, Duke of York. 

" The former refers to Barbara Palmer, Du; hess of Cleaveland, whom Charles 
forbade to quit Paris, where her conduct had been notorious, and the latter to 
Louise de Querouaille, Duchess of Portsmouth. "The King of France" is, of 
course, Lewis XIV., and " The French King" may possibly be our Charles II., 
" Frenchified ; " ])robably with an equivoque on the disease called Morbus Gallicus. 
Tlie slander would be understood both ways, in allusion to Louise. 

'■i As to this Thomas Dangerfield, whom Nemesis extinguished after a severe 
whipping in 1685, see verses and pictures (including pillory and cart's-tail back- 
biting) in Bngford Ballads, pp. 705, 708. The case of Edward Fitz-Harris is 
still involved in some mystery, omng to his double treachery. One cannot 
believe a word or oath of "any of these men, Oates. Bedloe, Dugdale, Turberville, 
Dangerfield, or Fitz-Harris. Conspiring in couples, they each tried to out-wit 
their confederate, and work a separate trade for blood-money. There was no 
honour among these thieves, who sold one another on the first opportunity. 
That Fitz-Harris was doubly made a dupe seems probable. His avowed treachery 
towards his earlier employers profited him not, and he met a well-deserved 
punishment, despite the anxiety of the Commons to get him within their own 
keeping, in order to use him as a willing tool for the destruction of others. The 
" heat ' ' shown regarding him hastened the downfall of the Oxford Parliament. 



When Whiff religious, Trimmer Loyal, turns ; 

When Caiiibridffe Wives, and Barna-tU Nymphs turn Xuus ; 

When Curate 's rich, and the fat Doctor 's poor. 

When Scholars trick, and 'I'ownsmen cheat no more ; 

When amorous Fops leave hunting handsome Faces, 

When craving Beadle begs no more for Places : 

Hopkins and Uternhold with their paltry Rhinies 

Shall please us now, and take with future Times ; 

And Water-drinkers then shall famous grow : 

iS'-^/e— the Poet to my Lord Mayors Show — 

Shall Brydm, Cowley, and our Duke outgo." 

— On the Commencement at Cambridge. [Cf. p. 39.) 

.YLOFF, of Trinity College, Cambridge, after 168|-, writing 
a comment on the lines, Nulla manere diu neque vivere Carnnna 
possunf, quce scribtintur aquce notorihus, thus concluded a defence of 
claret-drinking by bringing together a number of unlikely events. 

For anything known to the contrary, the Spinning-House is still 
supplied with ' Barnwell Nymphs ' at Cambridge. Sternhold and 
Hopkins, the versifiers of the Psalms, have fallen out of vogue, no 
less than Settle ; so has Richard Duke (see Vols. IV. and V.), while 
the true poets Dryden and Cowley are neglected, almost forgotten. 

Prophecies of the kind here exemplified were popular two hundred 
years ago. In owr Bag ford Ballads, p. 439, we reprinted "The Pro- 
testant's Prophecie ;"=■■" Come, hearken to me, whilst the truth I 
do write" (Bagford Coll., II. 133 ; Wood's, E. 25, fol. 117). It tells 
similarly When Popery out of this Nation luill run. The original 
seems to be "The Ploughman's Prophecie; or, The Countryman's 
Calculation." Its burden furnishes the name for the tune, viz., 
Then Covetousness out of England ivill run ; Licensed by Roger 
L'Estrange, probably before 1683; one edition of it was printed 
for J. Blare; another had been "printed for J. Hose, over against 
the King's Arms on Holbourne Bridge " (Pepys Collection, IV. 297 ; 
Rawlinson's, 120 ; Wood's, E. 25, fol. 81). It thus begins, warningly. 

Come, listen all you that to mirth are inclin'd, 
And freely I'll tell you a bit of my mind ; 
You'll find it as true and as clear as the Sun, 
When Covetousnens out of Englatid will run. 

These prophecies dealt with the Greek Kalendae, or never-come time. 
Of all this group of Prophecies, "The Quaker's Prophecie" is 
least charged with humour. It is simply an historical record, a 
waif showing the current of popular satire : connected with the 
Rye-House-Plot, to which it alludes in the third verse. 

[British Museum Collection, 1876, f. I., Art. 24.] 

©r Strange rnxb WionbcxM fictos from Spittle-Fields. Pjiimbln 
IDctiicatcti t0 tljE ©uccn of Poland.i 

To THE Tune of, Then Coveteousncss out of England will run. 

COme all my kind Neighbours, and listen awhile, 
I'le sing you a song that will make you to smile : 
"When all tliis comes to pass, as sure as a gun, 
Thm Presbyter Jack out of England will run. 

"When Oliver and Shaftsbury come to life again, 

And are to be seen upon Salisbury Plain ; 

When all this is true, as sure as a gun, 

Then Presbyter Jack out of England tvill run. 8 

When Pussel and Hone this news they do hear. 
It will make Cnlledge and Walcot to stare : 
Then Rouse will sware at them as sure as a gun. 
When Presbyter Jack out of England is run. 

Sir Tliomas Jrmstrong he was a great fool, 

But S(][uire] Ketch his Courage did cool : 

If that he comes again, as sure as a gun. 

Then Presbyter Jack out of England will run. 16 

Curtis and Care - are two very OTeat Knaves, 

On 3 the profit of Lybels they do live brave. 

Till they are hang'd, as sure as a gun. 

Then Shaftsbury in Hell will say nothing but mum ! 

If Bradshaw and Hewson were again at White-hall, 

'T is ten to one against [th'] King they would bra[w]ll : 

And if £ssex were here, as sure as a gun, 

Then Presbyter Jack out of England will run. 24 

AVhen Hewson the cobler mends shooes for Whiggs' state. 
Then Phanatic Preaching \vill something abate. 
When these things comes to pass, as sure as a gun. 
Then Presbyter Jack out of England will run. 

LONDON, Printed for Absalon Chamberlain, in Red-bull Play-house-yard, over 
against the Pound in St. John-street ; near Clerken-wM-green. 

[In White-letter, on a sheet with a New Song called " Love in a Tub." To a 
new Tune, called, Daniel Cooper: for which see vol. iv. pp. 342, 401. Begins, 
«• A Female Quaker in Cheapside she lov'd a Presbyterian." Dated, * 1684.'] 

1 Marie Casimire, wife of Sobieski, John III. See Vol. V. p. 365. 

2 See Introduction to " A Satyr on Coffee," Vol. V. p. 182, and 576. All the 
other names were annotated in the same volume. 

•* Misprinted " One," and " Tell " in next line, and " Phenetick " in last verse. 

a (^toup of Ccue^Loue 'iSallans. 

" Love in fantastic triumph sat, 

While bleeding Hearts around him flow'd ; 
For whom fresh pains he did create, 

And strange tp'annic power he show'd. 
From thy bright eyes he took his Fires, 

Which round about in sport he hurl'd ; 
But 'twas from mine he took Desires, 

Enough t' undo the amorous World. 

" From me he took his sighs and tears, 
From thee his pride and cruelty ; 
From me his languishment and fears : 

And every killing Dart from thee. 
Thus thou and I the God have arm'd 

And set him up a Deity : 
But my poor heart alone is harm'd. 
While thine the Victor is, and fi'ee." 

— Aphra Behn : Abdelazer, 1G77. 

ITHOUT needing to travel outside our Roxburghe Collection, 
and independently of such occasional Sailor-songs as had 
been already reprinted in Mr. William Chappell's three 
volumes, or in the two Divisions of our own Bagford 
Ballads, we are able to furnish a goodly '* Group of Naval Ballads,''^ 
few of them hitherto reprinted. Preliminary to these, however, 
we give this Group of True-Love Ballads ; because their tunes are 
frequently named in the ensuing Nautical ditties, attesting their 
popularity. We thus avoid the evil of interrupting the course of 
Naval Ballads. In them, and among others of a miscellaneous 
character, was a continual employment of the tunes drawn from 
" Tender Hearts of London City ; "— " Young Phaon ; "— " Flora, 
Farewell ;"—" Love will find out the Way ; "— " Ah, Chloris, 
awake!" — "Ah! Jenny, gin your eyes do kill;" — ''The Fair 
One let me in ; " — " Tho' the Tyrant hath stolen my dearest away ; " 
and " Farewell, my Calista." This makes it convenient to give 
the original ballads beforehand, so that a simple reference to the 
pages may suffice when they are afterwards mentioned. 

We commence by reprinting an anonymous, interesting, and 
probably unique Lament for the Death of Love. Not in the form 
of Prophecy does it come before us ; like the Ploughman's, the 
Protestant's, or the Quaker's ; but as a statement of fact that 
" Mistress Money " rules the World, and Cupid is buried. Since 
the blind Archer is a genuine immortal, he cannot long be kept 
underground. Each fresh generation of j'ouths and maidens will 
find him alive, sitting " in fantastic triumph," as had been described 
by Aphra Behn (Pope's " Astreu ") in the song reprinted above. 


[Roxburghe Collection (Bright' s Supplement), IV. 25.] 

jlJetos for goung Si^tn and £0aiDs. 

raf)o noiri mag iucfp, tljri'r joo ts flrli, 
Jor ILotic IS ticali anti tiurtct). " 

To A CURIOUS New Tune, 

FRom Fairy Land I hear it is reported 
That Love is dead and in his grave laid ; 
And she that hath been often times courted 

Shall for her coyness now dye a Maid ; 
Now JJess, and Hell, with Susan and Mary, 
lu hope of Suitors long may tarry : 
For Love is dead and buried, 
And with him all true joy es are fled. 

Young-men and Maids shall not go a walking, 

As in the former time they have done, 
Nor yet in shady Bowers sit a talking, 

For Venus now hath lost her Son, 
And she that fifteen years hath known 
Shall now in corners weep alone : 
For Love is dead and huried, 
And tvith him all true joy is fled. 


News for Young 3Ien and Maids. 9 

No courtly Language shall now be used, 

Plain-dealing shall be counted a Jewell ; 
And she that hath her Suitor refus'd 

Shall wish she had not prov'd so cruel ; 
And she that hath the time delay'd 
Must be content to dye a Maid : 
For Love is dead and luried, 
And with him all true joy is fied. 24 

The Shepherds that do sit on the Mountains 

Will all be sorry this IS'ews for to hear ; 
The Nymphs that do resort to the Fountains, 

"When they do know it, will shed a tear : 
For they shall now no Garlands make 
Of flowers for their Lover's sake. 
For Love is dead and luried, 
And with him all true joy isjied. 32 

The country Lads, that were full of kindness, 
To give their Lasses what they did require, 
Shall wonder greatly at their own blindness, 

And leave off all their former desire ; 
They shall not take thera out to dance, 
Nor yet in Songs their praise advance : 
For Love is dead and luried, 
And with him all true joy isjied. ["''&• "Loxer 40 

All Creatures shall express their own sorrow. 
The Birds shall dro[o]p away with grief; 
The Pellican man's tears shall borrow, 
In hope thereby to find some relief ; 
The Turtle Dove shall lose her mate. 
And pine away disconsolate : 
For Love is dead and luried, 
And with him all true joy is jled. 48 

Young men shall now repent their expences, 
Which they on Maids did use to bestow ; 
Who in like manner did seek fair pretences 

That with their Sweethearts abroad might go. 
But those same days are past and gone, 
And Maidens now shall stay at home : 
For Love is dead and luried, 
And with him all true joy isjied. [o"&- "Lore." 55 

10 Neicsfor Young Men and Maids. 

All the whole World hath cause to be grieved 

For this same News which I do relate, 
Which 1 do think may well be believed, 

Since Love you see is grown out of date ; 
And Mistress Money his place doth take, 
While she her self doth matches make. 
For Lore is dead [and buried, 
And with him all trtiejoi/es arejled.'] 64 

For Mistress Money is grown to such credit, 
That she doth rule all things here below. 
And who can marry if she do forbid it ? 

Since wealth is most esteemed, you know ; 
The Mother now will sell her daughter, 
Although she do repent hereafter : 
For Love is dead \_and buried, 
And with him all truejoyes arefled.~\ 72 

For if a Maid her fancy have placed. 
By the direction of her own will, 
Yet is her purpose always defaced 

By those who seek to cross her love still ; 
And she at last is bought and sold 
For lucre of some wealth or Gold. 
For Love is dead [_a7id buried. 
And with him all truejoyes areficd.~\ 80 

In ancient times they often did marry 

For love, which then was most highly prized ; 
But now, alass ! long time they may tarry, 

If that some other way be not devised. 
For Portions now do bear the sway, 
And will do more still every day : 
For Love is dead [and buried. 
And with him all truejoyes arejled.^ 88 

Well fare those dayes when Shepheards delighted 

With the young Nymphs to dance on a green, 
Where all their love was kindly requited, 

In such due manner as might them beseem ! 
But these same days will ne'er come again, 
When Shepheards live thus on the Plain. 
For love is dead [and buried, 
And with him all true joyes are fled P\ 96 

News for Young Men and Maids. 11 

Good Qualities now, and vertuous carriage, 

Is nothing without Money beside ; 
Nor did I ever yet see a Marriage 

Wherein a true Lover's knot was tyed : 
Por they no sooner Married once be, 
But both of them do disagree. 

For Love is dead \_and buried, 

And with him all truejoyes arejled.'\ 104 

For when to marry they have been enforced, 

What can ensue but strife and debate ? 
And then they seek how to be Divorced, 
And wish to be in their former state ; 
But those which marry thus, I dare say, 
Shall ne'er know [a] contented day. 
For Love is dead [_and buried, 
And with him all truejoyes are fled. ~\ 112 

Therefore, let all young Maidens take warning 

How they do grant their Love unto any ; 
Or be allured by their sweet charming, 

By which they have deceived so many ; 
For all this year I do foresee 
That Weddings shall unhappy be : 
For Love is dead \_a7id buried, 
And with him all true joy es are fled. ~\ 120 

Now to conclude, and shut up my Ditty, 

This news I know most strange will appear. 
Both in the Country and in the City, 

For yet the like they never did hear ; 
The Country Lasses I do believe, 
When they hear this news, they will grieve : 
For Love is dead and buried. 

And with him all truejoyes are fled. 128 

London, Printed for W. Thac\_k]eri/, and TF. Whitwood. 
[In Black-letter. Three woodcuts. Date, probably before 1676.] 

*^* We give on p. 8 a copy of the unmutilated woodcut of a Funeral, instead 
of the smaller cut (omitting the grave-digger, the grave, the tree, and faces 
peeping from behind it : as it is given in our Bagford Ballads, p. 539 r.), which 
appears on the broadside. Two other cuts : one, a man in a cloak ; for the other, 
a girl holding a fan in her right hand, see p. 97. In a charming poem, " Love's 
Moods,'" by ^lian Prince, 1885, p. 56, we read : — 

That strain was false, which hinted Love was dead. 
Lo ! to my heart the wonted bliss returns ; 
My soul as in the golden season burns ; 
The sickly slough of sorrow has been shed. 


lotie 10 better tban (^oin. 


" The Tyme was once, when Ilonestie was counted 
A demy-god, and so esteem'd of all ; 
But now Fecunta ou his seate is moiuited ; 
Since Ilonestie in great disgrace did fall. 

No state, no calling now, doth him esteeme, 

Nor of the other ill doctli any deeme." 

— Richard Earnlield's Encoinion of Lady Pecunia, 1.39S. 

N companionship with the " JS'ews for Young Men and Maids," 
the Lament for Eros dead and buried, tliere is preserved anotlier 
ballad contrasting successfully his claims against those of Dame 
Pecunia. Both ballads belong to that excellent volume of rarities 
(many of them absolutely uni(jue), gathered by the worthy Benjamin 
Heywood Bright, and richly prized by him, as an addition to the 
genuine Boxburghe Collection. All of them will be reproduced 
liere, and speedily. 

"Whether the same unknown author wrote both, ballads, which 
are variations of a single complaint ; and what were the respective 
tunes, one "curious and new," the other "delightful, much in 
request at Court," but both un-named and still un-identitied, we 
leave for solution to some happy day when we have penetrated 
deeper into the mysteries of Fairy-Land. Complaints against the 
worship of money had long been the favourite theme of Poets and 
ballad-mongers, who told about " Grammercy Penny." Several 
Boxburghe Ballads are examples, one of these, entered on 19th 
August, 1634, being " The World's Sweet-heart : " To the tune of 
* The Beggar Boy of the North,' It begins, " Sweet Mistress 
Money, I will here declare" {Itoxh. Bds., iii. 81). Another is 
" There's nothing to be had without money." To a new Northern 
Tune, or, ' The Mother beguil'd the Daughter,' and commencing, 
" You Gallants, and you swaggering blades" (Ibid., ii. 569). " Money 
is my Master," to the Tune of ' Better late thrive than never,' and 
beginning, " I have been the master of money good store " {Ibid., 
iii. 279, 280 ; where Mr. Wm. Chappell prefixes an excellent note 
on the subject). The tune is the same as one used for Laurence 
Price's " Oh Grammercy Penny 1 " which begins, "When I call to 
mind those jovial days." Another ballad (here following on p. 16) 
is " The Wonderful Praise of Money," to the Tune of ' Ladies of 
London,' and commencing, " Will you know why the old misers 
adore their coffers of ill-gotten treasure?" Licensed by Richard 
Pocock, therefore of date ranging from 1685 to 1688. (See p. 15.) 


[Roxburghe Collection, IV. 20; Iluth Collectiou, I. 165 ; Rawlinson, 130.] 

ILoWs better tl)an (l5olD : 

^onep's an 000, 

Come, hear my Song, it does you all concern, 
From it you may your own Misfortunes learn : 
And yet 'tis vain, as hereby I shall prove, 
For want of Money to neglect your Love. 

To a New Delightful Tune, much in request at Court. 


WHy should friends and kindred gravely make thee 
Wrong thyself, and cruelly forsake me, 
Be still my dearest Mistris, hang relations ! 
Love is above their dull considerations; 
Let them live and want to heap up treasure, 
Whilst that thee and I enjoy our pleasure. 

He that seeks a Mistris in a portion 

Puts himself to use with damn'd extortion : 

If he must be brib'd to copulation, 

Pox upon his love ! 'tis out of fashion : 

Where we like, no matter where th' estate is, 

'Tis not love except he shews it gratis. 


14 Love is better than Gold. 

How to see the Miser have I wondred, 

Weighing out his passion by the hundred, 

Ne'r consulting birth or education, 

Vertue without wealth's but prophanation : 

Be she old or ugly, 'tis no matter, 

So she is but rich he '11 venture at her. 18 

Joynture is a sordid lay invention. 

Quite beside our nature and intention : 

"When we would agree, it makes resistance, 

Finding tricks to keep us at a distance : 

Then who poorly makes a new election, 

Suflfers wealth to Cuckold his affection. 24 

Souls are free, and should not be confin'd to 

Objects which the fancy has no mind to : 

When a pretty female I importune, 

Shall I lose her for her want of fortune ? 

'Tis a folly, sordid, and inhumane, 

Thus to sell the pleasures of a woman. 30 

More to me the pleasing of my mind is, 

Than the far-fetcht wealth of both the ladies ; 

I've a soul above those drossy treasures, 

Love does yield more sweet and lasting pleasures ; 

Such a joy as nothing can destroy it. 

None describe it but they that do in joy it. 36 

Yet the low-soul'd wretch may have his fancy, 

I can value nothing but my Nancy : 

She that has an eye so black and sprightful, 

And a place 1 name not more delightful ! 

Such a mine as greater wealth affordeth, 

Than the wretched worldling ever hoardeth. 42 

Rows of brightest and of shining pearls are 

Not so oriental as my girl's are ; 

Rubies touch her lips, and gain more lustre. 

Looking redder when that they have bus[s']t her ; 

Her red cheek 's so fair she need not patch it. 

There's none but the other cheek can match it. 48 

Then for humour, wit and conversation, 

Nothing can be like her in the Nation, 

Always lively, airy, brisk and jolly, 

Free from studied pride, and Melancholly ! 

Such she is, and her I love more dearly, 

Than the dame that has her thousands yearly. 54 

Moiicij is an Ass. 15 

There you cringe and make your best addresses, 

But, alass ! she likes not your caresses ; 

Speak and Bow as well as e're you can, Sir, 

Ten to one if e're you get an answer : 

When you'r gone, she crys, " A sawcy fellow! 

Come[s] to me without his white and yellow." [*'■«• ^^^ money. 

He that can, and will, this hag may marry ! 

But for me the jade is like to tarry ; 

Let her live till lust and age do grieve her, 

Till she call her Money to relieve her : 

May she covet Husbands without measure, 

Always wish, but know not of her pleasure. 66 

Still my girl and I will love each other, 

Want of wealth shall ne'r my passion smother. 

Were she rich, I could not love her better; 

Were she poor, I never wou'd defeat her : 

Whatsoever I have, I must confess it, 

She deserves, and therefore shall possess it. 72 

Printed for P. Broolcsly at the Hospital-gate, in West Smitlifield. 

[Black-letter. Four woodcuts, two on p. 13 ; two on p. 76. Date, circa 1676.] 

*^* Here follows the ballad containing ' ' "Wonderful Praise of Money. ' ' 
One of the many indications that these broadside ballads were originally issued 
at the price of a Penny (like the cheap Garlands and other Cliap-books, called 
" Penny Merriments," of the Stuart days,) meets us in the final lines, 

" Pray now be willing to buy this New Song, 
The Frice of it is but a Penny !" 

He was a shrewd fellow who wrote and sang it, knowing his way about, and 
keeping his eye on the main chance. Wisdom's voice was thus heard crying out 
in the streets, and for once was listened to by the " Ladies of Loudon." 

The tune thus named appeared in the Appendix to John Playford's Dancing 
Master, edition 1686, and originally belonged to a song by Tom D'Urfey (see 
Fills to Furcje Melancholy, ii. 9), entitled, "Advice to the Ladies oi London.''^ 
When lengthened into a broadside ballad, it was licensed by Eichard Pocock, 
1685-88. {Roxbiirghe Ballads, iii. 369 ; tune in Popular Mnsie, p. 593.) Torn 
D'Urfey's companion-ditty, the "Advice to the Beaus," sung to the same tune, 
begins with an allusion to the notorious Rose Tavern, in Eussell Street, Covent 
Garden (compare " One Saturday night we sate late at The Fuse") : — 

All jolly Eake-hells that .sup at the Fose, 

And midnight intrigues are contriving. 
Courtiers, and all you that set up for Beaus, 

I'll give ye good counsel in Wiving ; 
Now the fair Sex must pardon my verse, 

If once I dare swerve from my Duty : 
Old Fosa-crucians found spots in the Stars, 

Then why not I errors in Beauty ? 

Another R.P. licensed answer begins, " All jolly Blades that inhabit the Town." 


[Roxburghe Collection, 11. 530 ; Tcpys, lY. 256 ; Huth, II. 157.] 

C!)e azuontierful praise of fll9onep; 

^n account of t\)z mang Ebils tijat attcnti t|)£ ill tlse tijcrcof. 

Money, when UsM, and not Abns'il, 

Will do Men good, we know ; 
But when they shall consume it all, 

It proves tlicir overthrow. 

This may be Triutcd, R[ichard] P[0C0Ck]- 
To THE Tune of, Ye Ladies of London. [Sec p. 15.] 

WILL you know why the old Misers adore 
Their Coffers of ill-gotten Treasure ? 
Always a griping^ and grinding the Poor, 

Until he has Wealth out of measure : 
'Cause he has nothing else he can trust, 

He seldom is found any Spender ; 
But in his trouble's away to his Chest, 
Thus Money is all his defender. 

The Wonderful Praise of Money. 17 

He that is with a great plenty possest, 

How ought he to honour and prize it ? 
Being a thing that is much in request, 

And there is but few that despise it : 
For there is none can live without it, 

'Tis counted more sweeter than Honey, 
For if a Man should have ne'r so much wit, 

He cannot buy Land without Money. 16 

Mind but the Story which here I have Pen'd, 

And then you will find the Conclusion : — 
Money, that many times proves a Man's Friend, 

As often it makes a Confusion : 
Yet when a Man shall meet with a Foe, 

Whose looks are as sowr as Sorrel, 
And shall supply him with many a dry blow, 

This Money will end all the Quarrel. 24 

For when the Duel is over and past, 

And both are resolv'd to be merry, 
Then to the Tavern they hurry at last. 

Where, over a Glass of Canary, 
[In] Love they unite ; the anger's forgot ; 

Their Hearts are as light as a Feather : 
But it was Money that payed the shot. 

Which brought them so loving together. 32 

Some that have Money will traverse the Law, 

For good they will never be doing. 
But labour always to keep Men in awe. 

Ne'er pleased with nothing but Ruine : 
Passionate Men will trouble encrease, 

For Malice is always in action ; 
Money, that oftentimes maketh the Peace, 

As often doth cause a Distraction. 40 

Some Men they will be with Money high-flown, 

As having not Wisdom to use it ; 
Then it were better they never had none. 

Than have it and highly abuse it : 
For when a Man meets one that is fair, 

Who calls him her Joy and her Honey, 
He may be cunningly catcht in a Snare, 

And all for the sake of his Money. 48 


18 The Wonderful Praise of Jfouf//. 

But the true value will further appear, 

Than hath in this present Relation ; 
Souldiers for Money will fight without Fear, 

And vanquish the Foes of the Nation : 
Like Loyal souls, they scorn for to flye. 

Therefore we have cause to adore them. 
Give them but Money, they'l fight till they dye, 

Or cut down and clear all before thera. 56 

Thus having told you what money can do, 

And likewise the Evils attend it. 
Yet amongst Soldiers tliere is but a few. 

But that will willingly spend it : 
Each with his Lass then seldom is sad. 

But many fine Kiek-nacks affords her, 
'Cause too much Money will make a Man mad : 

Each hates to be counted a hoarder. 64 

Money we find is a delicate thing. 

By every Person required, 
Therefore my Customers, if you will bring 

This, then I have what I desired ; 
Every one which is in this Throng, 

If kindnesses you will shew any. 
Pray now be willing to buy this JS'ew Song, 

The Price of it is but a Penny. 72 

[No Printer's name in Roxburghc copy, having been cut ofE by the careless 
binder. But in Pepys Collection, IV. 256, we find a duplicate, " Printed for 
Josiah Bhire, Bookseller, at the Lookhiff-Glass, on Lmidon By\d(ieP In Black- 
letter, with three woodcuts. Date, between August, lG8o, and December, 168S. 
One of the three cuts, the two Lovers, we give on p. 16 ; but substitute a cut 
for an old man with book (see Roxh. Bds., i. 328). The third is like the left- 
hand figure of Moxb. Bds., ii. 473, but reversed, and shall be given later.] 

As to the finale, see p. 15, and compare the concluding verse of "William 
Bluuden's ballad, " The Faithful Lovers of the West" (soon to be reprinted, 
beginning, " Why should I thus complain of thee ? ") : — 

" Young men and maids in love agree, 
And let this song a Pattern be : 
The price, you know, it is but small, 
A penny a piece, and take them all." 




[Roxburghe Collection, II. 575. No other copy yet found.] 

:a j]5et« mallati, 

Compo0cti bp a ILoticr, in praise of iM ^M^tvm* 

To A NEW Ttjne [its own] : Fie fix my Fancy on thee. 

'Hen first thy Peiiture and thy Face 
I seriously espyed, 
I thought to thee there was no Grace 

Which Nature had denyed : 
The more I look'd, the more I lov'd, 

Contemplating upon thee ; 
At length the force of love me mov'd 

To fix my fancy on thee. 8 

" Thy Head is as the highest sphere, 

Adorn'd "with all the Graces, 
Thy Soul sits as Commander there, 

O'erspread with dangling Traces; [j.c. tresses. 

Which through the Casements of thine Eyes 

Send forth such flames upon me, 
That I am forc'd to sympathize, 

And fix my fancy on thee. 16 

" Thy Nose below mount fore-head lies, 

Proportion'd well by Nature, 
Which doth divide thy cristal Eyes, 

And makes a comelie Creature; 
Thy odoriferous Breath attracts 

My soul to cease upon thee. 
And since thou art without compare, 

I fix my fancy on thee. 24 

" Thy [arms] as Ivory columns are, 

By Nature's hand well framed ; \_misp. "kind." 

Betwixt there is a place I'le spare, 

Which shall not here be named ; 
But surely it attractive is, 

Which makes me think upon thee, 
But since thou'rt mine, I will design 

To fix my fancy on thee.'" 32 

[White-letter. No printer's name or woodcut. On same leaf is (1) " The 
Forlorn Lover's Lament ; " a ballad to be issued later, when we give (2) 
" Diaplianta's words to Caridora upon a Disaster : " They begin, respectively : 
(1) — "The sweetest Saints incens'd maybe;" and (2) — " Sir-, do not think 
these words have flowed." Original date is guessed circa 1679 ; or earlier.] 



SDlj^mpia'0 Onfortunatc Lotic. 

Teresa. — ". . . . Sighs and groans, 

Paleness and trembling, all are signs of Love ; 
He only iears to make yon share his sorrows." 
Leonora. — " I wish 't were so ; hut Love still doubts the worst ; 
My heavy heart, the prophetess of woes, 
Forebodes some ill at hand. To soothe my sadness, 
Sing me the Song, which poor Olympia made, 
"When false Binno left her." 

— John Dr)den : The Spanish Friar, v. \. 168L 

N these words " Glorious John " introduces the song of three 
stanzas, *' Farewell, ungrateful Traitor!" which was soon lengthened 
into broadside-balhid form lor Jonah Deacon, by the addition of 
seven fresh stanzas (changing ' lost' and ' loving' of the original, into 
* left' and ' living'), 'i'here is notliing concerning Gallins in Dryden's 
comedy of " The Spanish Friar," 1681 (for a coniedj- it is, despite 
passages of sustained tragic interest) ; but the name of Olympia is 
borrowed from the introductory dialogue, given as our motto. 

The music was composed by Captain Pack, who seems to have 
been on terms of intimacy with Tom D'Urfey and many other 
dramatists. It is preserved for us in the Pills to Purf/e Melancholy , 
vol. V. p. .'53o of the 1719 edition. The music ought to have been 
given in "William Paterson's valuable Library reprint of Sir Walter 
Scott's Worka of Dryden (vol. vi. 1883), if the " He-Editor" G.S. 
fulfilled his duty half so Avell as the Wizard of the jN^orth had done 
amid difficulties and distractions of earlier yeurs. 

It saddens one to see the recklessness and indolence of some modem editors, 
over-paid by publishers ; their predecessors having been underpaid while they 
laboriously laid the foundation-stones and built temples for other men to carve 
their own names on tablets, as though they were the veritable architects : mean- 
time disparaging the forerunner (Dryden or Scott) to whom they ought to have 
rendered gratefid thanks. Our only consolation lies in the kuowledge of the 
discomfort that the modern interlopers will feel, should they hereafter meet their 
ancient victims in theElysian Fields, who will fling them where nettles grow, and 
thistles (to which they had been accustomed). Remembering this, we chuckle. 


A very Diy-den : " Wilhin that circle none dare walk but he I " 


[Roxburghe Collection, IV. 26 ; Pepys Collection, III. 354.] 

€)linippa's tlnfortunate ?lot)e; 

SDr, Calliu0 Si0 %untf)txom Cnicltp. 

A NEW Song, as it is Sitng in a /*/(7y called the Spanish Fryer, 
At the Duke's Theatre, with great applause. 

Fairest Olimpia at last beino^ won, 

Did yield to Gnllius, who ha.s her undone ; 

Her Honour's lost, and he does her Neglect, 

His ends being gain'd, he shows her no respect : 

But flies her arms, wliilst that " False Man ! " she crys, 

And in her Blood her fatal Dagger dyes. 

To A pleasant new Play-House Tune, 

' T^Arewel, ungrateful Traytor! farewel, my Perjur'd Swain! 
Jj Let never injur'd Creature believe a Man again ; 
The pleasure of possessing surpasses all expressing, 
But 'tis too short a Blessing, and Love too long a pain. 4 

'Tis easie to deceive us, in pitty of your pain ; 

But when we love, you leave us, to rail at you in vain : 

Before we have discry'd it, there is no Bliss beside it, 

But she, that once has try'd it, will never love again. 8 

The passion you pretended was only to obtain ; 
But when the Charm is ended, the Charmer you disdain : 
Your love by ours we measure, till we have lost our Treasure, 
But dying is a Pleasure, when loving is a Pain." 12 

[Thus far only, unchanged, is John Dryden's.] 


Olympiad Unfortunate Lover. 

For who would liv^e in Torment, to be each moment slain 
By flames of love so fervent, enraged by man's disdain ? 
When death has power to ease us of all the woes that seize us, 
And sorrows that displease us, so ne'r to grieve again. 16 

No Torture's like to loving, and not belov'd again ; 

Yet we are oft approving of such a fatal bane : 

By crediting their wishes, their Toying and their Kisses, 

Which do but raise our Blisses, to fall beneath disdain. 20 

They only are for pleasure, our Honours so to stain, 

Then let us grieve at leisure, they'l Laugh when we complain : 

And still will prove more cruel, by adding of new Fuel, 

In which they think they do well, to Martyr us with pain. 24 

Whilst like the Phenix frying, we in sweet Gums remain, 
They triumph in our Dying, and boast they Trophies gain : 
But, cruel man, 'tis faded, since you my Love invaded, 
I will not be upbraided, first Death shall end my pain. 28 

witness, all ye powers ! how he my Love did gain. 

Whilst oft, in shady Bowers, he swore he wou'd remain 

The constantest of Lovers ; but now my Loss discovers 

How black my fate it hovers, and how his vows were vain ! " 32 

With that a sigh she breathed, whilst in her breast the flame 

Did struggle to be eased, when ah, she did proclaim : 

Too cruel Gallius flying, when thy OUmpia\s Dying!" 

With gloomy Eyes then eying each corner of the Plain. 36 

When as she Death's keen message out of her Bosom drew, 
And gave it speedy passage, her Life for to subdue : 
Then cry'd, "False Man, her passion, who first for you took Station, 
Fate weds past alteration, Ohjmpia Dyes for you." 40 

Printed for /. Beacon, at the Angel iu Guilt-spur-street without Newgate. 
[Black-letter. Four woodcuts. Date, 1681.] 



a Call to Cbacon. 

never rudely will I blame his faith 

lu the might of Stars and Angels. 'Tis not merely 

The liumaii being's Pride that peoples space 

With life and mystical predominance, 

f"ince likewise ibr the stricken heart of Love 

This visible nature, and this common world 

Are all too narrow : yea, a deeper import 

Lurks in the legend told my infant years, 

Than lies upon that truth we live to learn. , 

For Fable is Love's world, his home, his birthplace ; 

Delightedly dwells he 'mong fays and talismans, 

And spirits ; and delightedly believes 

Divinities, being himself Divine." 

— Coleridge : The Piccolomini. (Schiller's.) 

OVERS who were unfortunate, two centuries ago, had fair 
Fedora's opportunities of suicide by strychnine, purchased unre- 
stricted by governmental interference, or the Parisian viaticum of 
ignited charcoal, shared coughingly with the object of their affection 
in a hermetically closed garret. They seem to have been addicted 
to imploring Charon to ferry them over in the most pertinacious 
manner. This practice went out when Ghosts were voted obsolete 
(see woodcut attached to "The True Lover's Ghost," favoured by 
Monsieur A. J^obida). We have increased facilities for destruction, 
but we have had to surrender our spectres. There is scarcely one 
well-preserved Phantom left in any of our old families, and the 
nouveaux riches have not the smallest claim to such a luxury. 
Without a venerable Ghost on the establishment, no one has a right 
of appeal to Charon. This is a Medo-Persianic Law, which admits 
of no exemption. 

It is soothing to look back to the ball ad- writer's more romantic 
expei'ience, whilst lamenting our prosaic dearth of anything beyond 
table-rapping, spirit-drawing, or other " creepy " substitutes for 
ghostly apparitions. Sympathetically we believe in everything 
that any " Pagan suckled in a creed outworn " indulged his fancy 
with. Proserpina lives for us again in Gabriel Rossetti's bewitching 
pictures. Cerberus deserves to be painted by llosa Bonheur, since 
Landseer failed to take his portrait ; like a Scotch sermon, divided 
into three heads. Por the silent boatman, whom Dante disdained 
not to reproduce in his immortal ' Comedia,' we entertain profound 
respect; so we reprint the Charon ballad, of which the tune 
was often cited in naval and other ditties. The original is in Pepys 
Collection. To the same tune were sung " The Languishing Swain," 
and " Fair Isabel of Beauty bright." (See p. 26, and later.) 


[repys Collection, III. 375 ; Douce, I. 58 ; Trowbesh, V.*] 

Cbe Despairing JLot)cc'0 annrcss to Cfiaron, for 
a passage to t&e oBli^ium ^fjanes; 

Cfjc jTonti Hobcr's Hamcntation for t!jc SXnkintincss of .Sgliiin.^ 

To THE TuxE [its own] of, Charon, make Haste ! 

CHARON, make haste, and ferry me over 1 

to the Elizium Shady Grove, 
Where I my Passion iu sighs will discover, 
which I have suli'ered long for Love ; 
I am a weary of my Life, and cannot be eased, no, no where : 
Then put a period to my Grief, and carry me where I may know no care. 

my dear Sylvia ! 'tis thou hast wounded me, 8 

with the soft glances of your kind Eyes, 
And with your hate you have quite confounded me, 
and you have made me a Sacrifice : 
I was a Slave to all your Charms, and perfectly thought you would comply ; 
But now you leave me in Death's cold Arms, I must tor your sake a poor Martyr dye. 

^ See Note at end of ballad, on variations of title. 

Tlie Desjmiring Lovo-'s Address to Charon. 25 

Come Charon, make haste ! why is all this delaying ? 17 

since Sylvia the Fair she is so unkind, 
I'm weary of Life, and weary of stapng, 
and fain I some ease there now would find : 
Come give me a cast to the cooler shore, whei-e kind Lovers' Ghosts do there remain. 
Free from the Torments that wrack'd 'em before, and find a soft cure for all their 

Ah ! Sylvia unkind ! yoitr eyes did discover 25 

if that you might be but subject to yield, 
Which made me before a passionate Lover, 
nor thought by your scorn for to be kill'd : 
But ob ! since those promising Eyes have deceiv'd my poor hopes, and destroy 
Those fancies that late did arise, that I might my dear Sylvia enjoy ! — 

Farewell to the World, now barren of pleasure, 33 

for since none it can bring to my breast : 
Since Si/lvia's unkind, Avho is the World's treasure, 
farewell to 't, come, Charon, make haste ! 
My pain's too great for longer delay, my Torment's beyond expressing ; 
Since she is unkind, why should 1 stay ? besides my Sylvia, there's nought wortli 

Delay not a wretch quite weary of living, 41 

who dyes by disdain every day ; 
Since Sylvia my life thinks not worth reprieving, 
Charon make haste, and fetch me away ! 
O'recome with pain, see, see, 1 faint ! and Death proves more kinder than my dear ; 
Farewell then to my cruel Saint, tor to the Shades I with speed now repair. 

To the Elizium Shades I am going, 49 

that is the place that my Cares will cure ; 
Down from my eyes here the tears they are flowing, 
Love is a Torment I can't endure : 
My very Sighs and Tears discover that I was ever true to you. 
Now my fair Sylvia, and most unkind Lover, for ever, for ever I bid adieu ! 56 


This may be printed, K[ichard] PCocock]. 

Printed for C. Bejinisson, at the Stationers' -Arms within Aldgate. 

[The Pepysian and Douce copies were " Printed for Jlpfhual Conyers, at the 
BlacJc- Raven a, ^ii\e a\io\e St. Andrew's Chm'ch in Molbonrne; and J[«;Hr«] 
Bissel, at the Bible and Harp, near the Hospital-gate in TFest-smitliJield." 
Black-letter. Three woodcuts, the other two are given later, on p. 66. Date 
between August, 1685, and December, 1688.] 

%* We take the full title of the Pepysian and Douce copies, as printed by J. 
Conyers. Trowbesh copy, issued by C. Dennison, bears instead the following 
title : '^ A Call to Charon, to carry the I>ying Lover over to the Eliziiun Shades ; or, 
'The Discontented Lover overcome xvith Grief. A Pleasant New Song, greatly in 
Request. To the tune of, Charon, make haste, etc.'''' It has '^Sylva," iox^- Sylvia." 

-X^a^3S^^==D^ — 


Cbe Languishing ^toain. 

Chloe, your unreleutiug Scorn has been too lasting and severe ; 
No truth but mine could e'er have borne the tortures of so long Despair. 
Those unkind words your Rage reply' d to what my hand and heart had given, 
Shew'd not your \ ii-tue, but your Pride : Love may expostulate with Heaveu. 

Think, while your Spring of Charms is here. Beauty mnst in its Autumn fade. 

And the sweet bloom no more appear by time or coyness once decay'd: 

The only way Love can propose to keep your Image ever new, 

Is in your arms those wounds to close, of which I bleed to death for you." 

— Loves Only Cure: music by James Hart, 1688. 


HIS Roxhirghe Ballad, entitled, " The Languishing Swain," 
was appointed to be sung to the tune of " Charon, make haste ! " 
given on our immediately preceding pages. There is a forthcoming 
Naval ditty, also behmging to the lloxburghe Collection (III. 441), 
entitled, " The Stout and Loving Seaman's Heart-token to his 
Sweet-heart Lovely IsaheP' ; or, as differently named (Pepys Coll., 
V, 365), "The Faithful Mariner," etc.; beginning thus, "Fair 
Isabel, of Beauty bright, to thee in Love these lines I write." It is 
marked to be sung to tlic tune of " The false-hearted Young Man," 
or, " The Languishing Swain." 

The tune of " The false-hearted Young Man " is the same as 
" Languishing Swain," and refers to a Pepysian ballad (Pepys Coll., 
V. 287 ; and sequel, V. 288), viz., " An excellent new song call'd 
The False-liearted Young ]\[an ; or, the Injured Maiden. To a 
pleasant new Tune ; or, The Languishing Sicain. Licensed according 
to order." Begins, " Why should not 1 complain on thee ? " Printed 
by and for A.M., 1697. The sequel to it begins, "It's true thou 
justly raay'st complain." Same tune and publisher. Title, " The 
Distracted Y'oung Man's Answer to his Injured Mistress, shewing 
the cruelty of his Parents in foi'cing him to marry another, because 
she had a better Fortune, which prov'd the lluLno of the Young 
Man and his former Mistress." 

We may suppose that the sequel to our "Languishing Swain" 
is the Pepysian ballad beginning " Happy's the rnan that's free 
from Love ! " entitled "The Languishing Swain made happy; or, 
The Kind Return of his Cloritida" (Pepys C, III. 247). To an 
excellent new Tune. (Another ballad begins, " E'er since I saw 
Clorindd's eyes ; " to the tune of " I often for my Jeamj strove," and 
bears title, " The Love-sick Serving-Man," Roxb. Coll., II. 299.) 

It appears that " The Languishing Swain " was the same tune as 
" Charon, make haste ! " (antecedent, on p. 24). It also agrees with 
" All happy times [when free from Love] ; " with "I lov'd you dearly, 
I lov'd you well; " and with " The False-hearted Young Man." 

The same Tune, hearing fice or more names. 27 

Here are first lines and titles of sopie of the ballads sung to this 
popular tune, under its different designations, now separated : — 

a. Tune marked as Languishing Swain. 

I. — " A Miller liv'd near Overton. "=:The Hampshire Miller. 
2. — " Alas ! my dearest dear is gone." := Constancy Lamented. 
3. — "Attend, you Loyal lovers all! "=The Bristol Tragedy. 
4. — "I am a Lass of Beauty bright." =:The Maiden's New Wish. 
5. — " I do not sing of triumph ; No ! "=rThe Unfortunate Lady. 
6. — " I lov'd you dearly, I lov'd you well"=:]S"elly's Constancy. 
7. — " I was a modest Maid of Kent."=The Kentish Maiden. 
8. — "In London liv'd a Squire, where." =; Lady's Lamentation. 
9. — " Is she gone? let her go ! I do not care."=:Deluded Lass's 
10. — " It's true, thou justly may'st complain." (Sequel of 
No. 13.)=:Distracted Young Man's Answer to his Injured 
11. — "Near to a fountain, all alone. "=:The Northamptonshire 

Knight's Daughter. 
12.—" The Lady of iNorthamptonshire." (Sequel of No. 11.) 
13. — "Why should not I complain of thee ? "=Palse-hearted 

Young Man ; or, The Injured Maiden. 
14. — "Young Lovers most discreet and wise." = Leicestershire 

15. — "Young married women, pray attend. ":=The Woman's 

/3. Marked as / lov''d thee dearly, Ilov'd thee tvell. 

16. — "All happy times, when free from Love." (See 7.) Nut 

17. — " Porgive me, if your looks I thought." =:Despairing Lover's 

18. — "Forgive me, if your looks I thought."=The Esquire's 

Tragedy. (See Final Note on next page.) 
19. — " When I went early in the Spring." r= Seaman's Complaint 

for his Unkind Mistress at Wapping. 
20. — "Young Men and Maidens, pray draw near."=:Sussex 


7. Marked as All happy times \johen free from Love~\. 

2. — "Alas! my dearest dear is gone."=Constancy Lamented; 

or, A Warning to Parents. 
21. — " Near unto Dover lived of late." = The Broken Contract. 
22. — "There was a Damsel, young and fair."=zThe Beautiful 

Berkshire Damsel. 
23. — "There was a Maiden, fair and clear. "^Love Overthrown. 
24. — "The Gallant Esquire named before." = Sequel of No, 18. 


OtJier names of ' Languishing/ Sicain ' Tune. 

h. Marked as Charon, make haste ! 

25. — "A Yirgia fani'd for her virtue and beauty." =Lover's 

Tragedy ; or, Parent's Cruelty. 
26. — "Charon, make haste, and ferry me over."=Despairing 

Lover's Address to Charon. (See p. 24.) 
27. — " Down by the side of a fair crystal fountain." ^Languishing 

Swain. (See p. 29.) 
28. — " There was, I'll tell you, a wealthy young Squire." = The 

Faithful Squire. (In Bagford Ballads, p. 454.) 
29. — "William and Susan, they happily meeting." =:The True 

Pattern of Loyally : bt'ing the Happy Agreement of 

William and Susan. Cf. "Well met, my sweet Susan." 
30. — "You Loyal Lovers attend to my Ditty. " = The Damosel's 


G. Marked as The False-hearted Young Man. 

10. — " It's true thou justly may'st complain." =: Distracted Young 

31._"0 yes, yes, yes, I cry.''=D'Urfey's Forlorn Lover. 

13. — " Why sliould not I comi)lain of thee ? " (See above.) 

32. — " Happy's the man that's free from Love."=Languishing 
Swain made Happy. 

This List shows the popularity of the tune. 

The orij^niiiil souf? of Nos. 17, 18, " Forgive me, if your looks I tboug-ht did 
once some chauge discover : To be too jealous is the fault of cv'ry tender Lover," 
was reprinted by the present Editor in Bafjford Ballads, 187G, p. o4. But it 
possessed its own special music, composed by Ilobert King; in John Playford's 
Ba»q>wt of Music, II. p. 1, 1688. Compare " The Oxfordshire Tragedy," Part 3, 
Avhich begins with the same two verses. It was reprinted in Mr. Wm. Chappell's 
National English Airs, 1840. vol. ii. p. 12;. 

[These woodcuts belong to next pa; 


[Roxbnrghti Collection, II. 273. Probably Unique.] 

Cfie ^appp Kcturn of gig ILoual ILotje. 

This Loyal Swaiu did much complain 

his love was most unkind, 
"Which when she heard, she soon appear'd, 

and eas'd his grieved mind. 

Tune of, Charon, male haste \and ferry me over\ 

This may be printed E[ichard] P[ocoekJ. 

DOwn by the side of a fair Christial Fountain, 
I over-heard a young Shepherd's Swain, 
While many sorrows he then was recounting, 

crying, " Sweet Darling, thou art to blame ! 
Think of the vows you often made me, 
that you would never prove untrue ; 
Yet I experience you now have betray' d me, 

Never was woman more false than you ! 8 

" My pretty young Lambs that are by me feeding 

can ne'r be sensible of my -woe, 
With passion of Love my poor heart is bleeding, 

since she will never no kindness show : 
[She] who[m] I esteem['d] my dearest Jewel, 

now at the last has prov'd untrue ! 
I never thought you could have been so cruel, 

was ever Woman more false than you ? 16 

" While I was enjoying each pleasing favour, 

which you did frequently then extend, 
I never thought that your mind it would waver, 

but now I find it is at an end. 
Are you not guilty of my ruin, 

since I must bid the World adieu ? 
Nothing but sorrows I see are ensuing, 

was ever Woman more false theyi youl 24 

" How I lament for to think of those hours 

which with my love 1 did once enjoy, 
Among the Violets and sweet fragrant flowers ; 

now all my freedom she does destroy : 
I am deprived of the pleasure, 

therefore I know not what to do ; 
Tor my sad torment is now out of measure, 

was ever Woman more false then you ? 32 

30 The La)>gni)iJti)ig Sirain. 

" Altho' I might have the choicest of many, 

nothing my fancy can e're remove, 
For surely I never can fancy any 

but thee alone, whom I dearly love : 
Here I declare, I can't bo fickle, 

still to my Yow I will prove true." 
Then from his eyes many tears they did trickle, 

" Was ever Woman more false then you z' " 40 

Now when the Damsel did hear his Oration, 

in a soft Language she did reply, 
" This is no more then a false accusation, 

never was Creature more true than I : 
Tho' I some hours here did leave thee, 

to tend my Lambs within the Grove, 
Yet I resolv'd I would never deceive thee, 

hut will he loyal to thee my love ! 48 

" Thou, that hast been my unfeigned pretender, 

shall have no reason thus to complain. 
Here to thy Arms I my self do surrender, 

and will for ever with thee remain : 
Might I have all the Indian treasure, 

it should my fancy ne'r remove : 
Thou shalt enjoy all the blessings of pleasure, 

for rie he loyal to thee my love / " 56 

Then he arose and was running to meet her, 

his Joys was rais'd to this vast extream. 
Saying, " Is this the voice of my sweet creature, 

or is it but a deluding dream ? " 
" No, it is I," said she, " sweet Jewel, 

who will be [true] like the Turtle Dove, 
I never yet was, nor ne'r will be cruel, 

hut will be loyal to thee, my love ! " 64 

[Black-letter. Triuter's name cut off. Two cuts, given on p. 28. Date, between 
August, 1685, and end of 1688.] 


Cbe languishing goung a^an. 

" Phillis, I can ne'er forgive it, nor, I think, shall e'er ontlive it ; 
Thus to treat me so severely, who have always lov'd sincerely. 
Damon you so fondly cherish, whilst poor I, alas ! may perish ; 
I that love — which "he did never ! me you slight, and him you favour ! " 

— Song to Phillis, complete, composed by Henry Purcell, 1688. 

" rriHE Languishing Young Man " takes for its tune the popular 
X music of " If Love's a sweet Passion, why does it torment ?" 
{Cf. Bagford Ballads, p. 179.) The music was published on the 
Pepysian broadside in 1692. Also, in Pills to Purge Melancholy, 
iii. 288 (1699, 1707, 1712, and 1719). 

Willie and Maria are the two Lovers here, and her cruel parents 
had hitherto parted them, so that this "languishing young man" 
has made the usual invocation ; asking grim Charon to come and ferry 
him over the Styx ; even as the lover on our p. 24 had done. 
Maria appears and enters a Nolle prosequi. As it does not follow, 
because Willie was a sail-maker, that he must also have been a sail- 
furler on board ship, the ballad is given at once, instead of being 
included later in the Group of Seafaring ditties. 

Certainly written, sung, and popular by 1691, " If Love's a Sweet 
Passion " appeared as a song with the music, by Henry Purcell, in 
1692. The words were reprinted in the Academy of Complements, 
p. 118, ed. 1705. It is improbable that Sir Eichard Steele wrote 
the verses, which are found in a Collection of Poems ; the second 
edition : printed for Ralph Smith, at the Bible, under the Royal 
Exchange, in Cornhill, 1702. It is well to repeat the entire poem 
here, seeing that we are not giving the rare broadside version, 
entitled, " The Young Lovers Enquiry ; or, The Batchelor's Question 
to Cupid'''' (Pepys Coll., V. 173 and 174) : To an excellent New 
Ayre, sung at the Play-house. Printed for C. Bates, next door 
to the Croivn Tavern, near TJuch- Lane-end, in West- Smithjield, 1692 
(Pepys Collection, Y. 173 : another impression, Ihid., Y. 174, from 
the same publisher, at the White Hart). 

Siontj, 62 a person of honour. 

(Ralph Smith's Collection of Poems, 2nd edition, 1702, p. 3G6.) 

AS he lay in the Plain, his Arm under his Head, 
And his Flock feeding by, the fond Celadon said : — 

"IF Love's a sweet Passion, why does it Torment ? 

JL If a Bitter," said he, " whence are Lovers content ? 

Since I suffer with Pleasure, why shoidd I complain, 

Or gi'ieve at my Fate, when I know 'tis in vain ? 
Yet so pleasing the Pain is, so soft is the Dart, 
That at once it both wounds me, and tickles my Heart. 

32 ^' If Love's a sweet jxission, ivhy does it torment ?" 

" To my self I sigh often, without knowing why ; 

And when absent frona Phillis, methinks I could Die ; 

But Oh ! what a Pleasure still follows my Pain, 

"When kind Fortime do's help me to see her again ! 

In her Eyes (the bright Stars, that foretell what's to come) 
By soft stealth now and then I examine my Doom. 

" I press her Hand gently, look languishing down, 
And by Passionate Silence I make my Love known ; 
But oh ! hnw I'm Blest, when so kind she do's prove, 
By some willing Mistake to discover her Love : 
When, in striving to hide, she reveals all her Flame, 
And our Eyes teU each other what neither dare name." 

To this another Terse was added, later ; we iind it given thus 
iu the Muses' Delight; or, ApoIWs Cabinet, 1754, p. 230 : — 

' ' How pleasing is Beauty ! how sweet are the Charms ! 
How delightful Embraces ; how peaceful her arms ! 
Sure there's nothing so easy as learning to Love, 
'Tis taught us on earth, and liy all joys above : 

And to Beauty's bright Standard all heroes must yield. 
For 'tis Beauty that conquers, and keeps the fair field." 

Baildon, a pupil of Dr. John Blow, re-set the music for the later 
revival of the ditty, which was sung by Lowe. Previously, Mrs. 
Scott sang it in Steele's "Conscious Lovers," but it is not printed 
in the early editions of the comedy. 

Celia and Pliaon, an Answer to " If Love's a sweet passion," is 
in Pepys Collection (V. 175), entitled, "An Answer to the Lover's 
Enquiry, containing the kind and tender Expression of Beautiful 
Celia to her beloved Phaon.''^ It begins, " True Love's a sweet 
passion, when crown'd with delight." Printed for Charles Bates, 
1G93. It has not been reprinted. Long previously, a popular parody 
of the original song commenced with asking, " If Wine he a cordial, 
why does it torment ? " Another enquiry, to the same tune, 
appeared in the Ballad Opera entitled " Sturdy Beggars," 1733, 
Mrs. Scammony's song, heginning, " If Love does give pleasure, 
why should it torment? " Of the many ballads printed to be sung 
to this tune, we give examples, and could easily add more : — 

1. — "Assist me, you Muses, to make my sad moan. " = Answer 
to No. 13, being the Lamentation of Thomas the 
Coachman. (Reprinted in Bagford Ballads, p. 200.) 

2. — " Come, all you old Bakers, attend and give ear."=iThe 
West-Country Wedding. 

3. — " Full ten honest Tradesmen." = A Catalogue of Contented 

4. — " Good people, I marry'd a turbulent wife."=:West Country 

5. — " Good people, I pray, now attend to my moan."==The 
Shoemaker outwitted. 

Ballads to the Tune of"- If Love's a sweet Passion." 33 

6. — " I am a Young Wife, that lias cause to complain." =The 

Somersetshire Lady. 
7. — " I am a young woman, 'tis very well known. "=TJnequal 

8. — " If Love's a sweet passion, why does it torment." =Lover's 

9. — " If Wine be a Cordial, why does it torment." ^Mock Song. 

(Given later in the Good- Fellows' Group.) 
10. — " In Dorsetshire liv'd a young Miller by trade." = jS'ancy at 

her Last Prayer. 
11. — << In London there liv'd a beautifal Maid." — Two Unhappy 

12. — " pity a Lover who lies, I declare." = The Wronged Lady. 
13. — '< treacherous Lovers, what do you intend ?"=The 

Cook-Maid's Tragedy. (Compare, No. 1.) 
14. — «' why does my true love so sadly disdain? "^Languishing 

Young Man. 
15. — "There was a poor Man liv'd in Somersetshire." = The 

Cruel Landlord. 
16.— "To thee, loving Roger, this letter I write." = Joan's 

Loving Letter. 
17. — " True Love's a sweet passion. "=An Answer to our No. 8. 
18.— "Was ever young Noble sotortur'da3l?" = Sequelto No. 12. 



[Roxburghe Collection, II. 274 ; Pepvs, Y. 312 ; Bagford, II. 146 ; 

Douce, I. 114.] 

Ct)e 3languisl)ing J5oun3 fl^an ; 

Or, (Iifjc 3Lotic--0ick SniUmnn's sorroixiful Eamrntatian for tfjc Eoss 
of ijis Beautiful :Maria, tuiia left lit'm lanrfuislitng at tljc point of 
Qcspair. (ITo Inlji'cl) is atiticti, Maria's kiuti 3insix)cr nt Hjc last 
time of Distress. 

To THE TujfE OF, If Love s a sweet Passion, etc. 

Licens'd according to Order. 

" f\S. ! Why does my true-Love so sadly disdain 

\J All the (iifts I afford her ? Yet sure 'tis in vain 
For to ofi'er her any ; she is grown so unkind, 
That I'm least in her Fancy, and less in her mind. 
Who before was her darling ; yet now she doth turn 
Her affections to Hatred, which daily doth burn. 6 

" Look down, oh, fair Venus, thou Goddess of Love, 
And send Cupid, that he may these Arrows remove, 
With which I this present am wounded so sore, 
For the fear I shall see dear Maria no more : 
I'm sinking, I'm swooning, I'm fainting away, 
For the loss of Maria : Oh ! Avhat shall I say? 12 

" Why was I so foolish to settle my Love 

Or affections on any, since falsely they prove ? 
Above all, dear Maria, she has prov'd so untrue, 
That the Hour of Birth I am forced to rue. 

I'm wounded, I'm bleeding, I'm struck to the Heart ! 

Come, my dearest Maria, ease me of this smart. 18 

" Oh ! where are ye, Gods, that are wonted to be 
Great help unto mortals ? Why help ye not me. 
Against this fierce, fiery, powerful Dart, 
Which is shot by fierce Cupid into my poor Heart, 
Oh ! help me ! Oh ! help me this moment ! I ciy, 
Or else, for the loss of Maria, I dye. 24 

" Come here, Oh! thou Charon, and make no delay, 
And bring here thy Ferry ; I no longer can stay : 
Make haste with me over unto the dark Grove 
Of JElizium, that there I may mourn for my Love ! 

Come quickly, come quickly, why dost thou delay ? 

Ev'ry Moment's a Year that I here have to stay. 30 


The Languishing Young Man. 35 

" Adieu to my Kinsfolks, and Parents most dear; 
Adieu to my Brother, and Sister most near ; 
Farewel you, my Uukle, above all the rest, 
Por of Parents and Kinsfolks, you have been the best. 
Adieu to you all that my moans now do hear, 
I am ready to dye for the Loss of my Dear." 36 

No sooner had Willi/ thus utter'd his Grief, 
But Maria she came with a speedy Eelief ; 
Who declar'd that her Dearest should never complain 
For the Loss of his Love, who wou'd Loyal remain : 
" I adore thee,'" said she, " the true Joij of my Heart, 
And as long as toe live, Love, we never will part. 42 

" 'Tis true, my Relations would have me deny 

All the Vows which I made thee, sweet IVilly ; for why ? 
There's a wealthy young 'Squire provided for me, 
"Who has promised to make me a Lady," said she ; 
'■'■But ^my Love, and dear Willy, thou, thou hast my Heart, 
And as long as we live. Love, ive ■never tvill part. 48 

" My Parents, I tell thee, has been so unkind. 

That a month in my Chamber I have been confin'd ; 
But so soon as I e'er did my Freedom obtain, 
I came running to thee, my sweet Willy, again : 

Thou art lodg''d in my Breast, and art Lord of my Heart, 
And as long as toe live, Love, we never will part. 54 

'' I value not Riches, true Love I adore, 

And I therefore am come all thy Joys to restore ; 
Let my Friends and Relations all grieve and repine. 
Thou shalt be my sweet Jewel, and I will be thine : 

Thou art lodg d in my Breast, and art Lord of my Heart, 
And as long as ive live. Love, loe never will part. ^^ 60 

[The Colophon of Roxburghe copy is lost. Bagford's is " Printed for /. Beacon, at 
the Anffi'l, in Guilt-spur-street.^^ Black-letter, with two woodcuts, similar 
to those given on p. 33, but we substitute a different female portrait (viz. 
Queen Catharine of Braganza) : the true one, in an oval wreath will appear 
later, in the ballad of " The London Ladle's Vindication of Top Knots." 
Date of the present ballad, 1690.] 


jFaretueU, mp Calista. 

Bayes. — " This Song is peremptorily the very best that ever yet was written ; 
you must kuow it was made by Tom Thimble's first wife after 
she was dead." 
Smith. — " How, Sir ! after she was dead ? " 

Bayes. — " Ay, Sir, after she was dead ! Why, what have you to say to that ? " 
Johnson. — " f^ay ? why, nothing: he were a Devil that had anything to say 
to that." 
^fl.ves.—" Right." 

Smith. — " How did she come to die, pray, Sir?" 

Bayes. — " Phoo ! that's no miitter : by a fall : but here's the conceit, that 
upon his knowing she was kill'd by an accident, he supposes, 
with a sigh, that she died for love of him." 
Johnnon. — " Ay, ay, that's well enougli. Tjct's hear it, Mr. Bayes." 
Bayes. — " 'Tis to the tune of, ' Farowel, {■x\v Armida ! ' — on seas, and in 
battles, in bullets, and all that." 
(Song follows : " In swords, pikes, and bullets," etc., see our p. 39.) 
— The Rehearsal, 4th edition, 1683 (not 1st ed., 1672). 


HERE is an unsettled and curious question of authorship 
involved in this Ballad. It is simply a lengthened variation of one 
that has been, without conclusive evidence, assigned to John Dryden. 
That the original song was addressed, not to Calista, but to Alraeda, 
Armida, or Arminda, is beyond doubt. It appeared in the Windsor 
LroUcry, 1G72, p. 146, as " Farewell, my Almcda, my joy and my 
grief; " and also in the Covent- Garden Brol/eri/ colleetedhj A.B., i.e. 
Alexander Brome, in 1672, p. 16, as "Farewell, fair Arminda, mj 
joy and my grief," with the reply on next page, " Blame not your 
Artninda, nor call her your grief! " (Later, on p. 38, appears 
"Farewell, dear Revechia, my joy and my grief," which is possibly 
the original song of all, addressed by John Dryden to his friend Mrs. 
Ann Beeves, the actress, for whom he held a Platonic affection, and 
with whom he eat some tarts in public, at the Mulberry Garden : 

and this is all th;it scandal has to fix upon, when attempting to 

calumniate him, as to licentious conduct; although there are sundry 
improprieties, immodest warmth of speech, in his plays or poems.) 
Again, it is in a collection of Court Songs, made by B. V., Gent., 
1672, p. 78, as " Farewell, dear Armeda,^'' etc. The name probably 
represents the fair Frances Stewart, one of the loveliest Court 
Beauties, who had fascinated King Charles the Second, and became 
the Duchess of Bichmond in March, 1667. Here is the song, as it 
appeared in Covent-Garden Drollery. It was given in the First 
Book of Playford's Choice Ayres, p. 9, 1676; but without its 
Answer, "Blame not your Armida.'' "I'll go to my Love," was 
printed in the same, on p. 10. Music to both composed by Bobert 
Smith. (See our Vol. IV. pp. 393, and 400 ; the latter giving a 
Mock-Song by Captain "Wm. Hicks. Compare our present p. 42.) 

Oi'iginal Dighijs Fareicell : '^Farewell, my Armida." 37 

S)0ns: Jarelnell, Jair ^rmitia. 

" "HArewell, fair Armida, my joy and my grief. 
Jl In vain I have lov'd you, and hope no relief : 
Undone hy your Virtue, too strict and severe, 
Your eyes gave me love, and you gave me despair. 
Now call'd by my Honour, I seek with content 
The fate which in pity you would not prevent. 
To languish in love were to find by delay 
A death that's more welcome the speedier way. 

" On Seas and in Battles, in bullets and fire, 
The danger is less than in hopeless desire ; 
My death's- wound you gave me, though far off I bear 
My fall from your sight, not to cost you a tear ; 
But if the kind Flood on a wave will convey, 
And under your window my body shoidd lay, 
The woimd on my breast when you happen to see, 
You '11 say with a sigh ' It was given by me ! ' " 

Sontj, m anstocr to tlje ^recctiing. 

" T)Lame not your Armida, nor call her your grief, 
Jj 'T was Honour, not she, that denied you relief ; 
Abuse not her Vertue, nor call it severe : 
Wlio loves without Honour must meet with Despair. 
Now prompted by pity I truly lament 
And mourn for your Fall, which I could not prevent ; 
I languish to think that your blood should defray 
The expense of a fall, though so noble a way. 

" In Seas and in Battles, that you did expire, 

Was th' effect of your Valour, not hopeless desire ; 

Of the fame you acquir'd I greedily hear. 

And grieve when I think that it cost you so dear. 

And when dismal Fate did your body convey 

By my window, your funeral rites for to pay, 

I sigh'd that your fate I could not reverse. 

And all my kind wishes I show'r on your hearse." [«■ I. strew. 

It was better to give these two songs in full, the better to 
establish their perfect identity with the "Calista" ballad. Whether 
Dryden wrote the song, or some other person, we hold it to be 
certain that he could not possibly have written the Reply, which is 
merely a tame repetition. Such a line as "the expense of a fall, 
though so noble a way," or such bathos as " your funeral rites for to 
pay," could never have come from his hand. 

It will be seen at once how exactly these two ' Drollery ' and 
* Court Songs ' are reproduced in the Roxhurghe Ballad entitled 
"Love and Honour," with the name Calista substituted for Armida, 
Armeda, or Arminda. {Cf. Vol. V. p. 30, where it is named.) 

We here give a dissimilar Bighifs Farewell; and also the 
"Revechia" Song, already named, from Covent-Garden Drollery, 1672. 

38 Anotlier original Dighi/s Fareicell, 1672. 

To THE Tune of, My Lord Sandwiches Farewell. 

OH pitty, Arminda, those passions I bear, _ 1| 

Your Beauty gave Love, and your Vertue despair ; 
Afford some reliefe, on your smile I relye, 
Who sees you must love, aud who loves you must dye. 
Then dear[est] Armhida, be pleasing and kind, 
Aud crown with delight the high Fate I design' d. 

Consider with pitty the pains I endure, ) (,j^ ^^ ^^^^ 

Which uotliingbut Death, or Anuiuda, can ciire. j '■ 

Consider, consider my hopeless Estate, 

Disperse with your Sun the black Clouds of my Fate, 

At once you have robb'd me of sence and of breath, 

Arminda, say " dye ! " and the next shall be death. 

Now Love to my heart has thus found out a way, 

Where Beauty commands, there my Love must obey, 
For since by his flame I thus languishing lye, \ ^;j^,.„^ Eepeat 
Command, fair Arminda, and then 1 will dye. j ' '■ 

In the wings of Despair I will fly to the Seas, 
Dying with Honour I'le give my self ease, 
In Wars and in Battles I'le seek out content. 
How fatall is Love, that we cannot prevent ! 
But thus when I fall, though it is from your sight, 
pitty your Lover, and do him this riglit ; 

^^^,T^'^. ?.*, '"'/^M ""' ^^"^* J'' '^^'''' T ! chorus, Eepeat. 
Oh tis, Oh ! the Dart he received from my Eyes. \ ' ^ 

5ontj, t0 Ixc&cdjin, 1672. 

FArcwell, dear Ucvechia, my joy and my grief ! 
Too long I have lov'd you and found no relief, 
Undone by your Jaylor too strict and severe. 
Your eyes gave me Love, and he gives me despair. 
Now ui-g'd by your interest I seek to retire. 
Far oft' from the cause of so hopeless a fire : 
To stay near you still were in vain to torment 
Y'our ears with a passion you must not content. 

To live in the Countrey with fooles is less pain. 

Than still to endure an unwilling disdain, 

You're the cause of my exile, and far off I'll go, 

That none of my suff"enngs you ever may know : 

But if some kind fate you should chance to convey, . 

And through woods where I've been your journey should lay. 

Your name when you find upon every tree, 

Y'ou'll say poor Alexis ! 'twas written by thee. 

1 Of this most rare version of "Mr. Digbye's Farewell" we must note the 
following particulars. 1. — It has not before been reprinted. 2. — It is from the 
extremely scarce " Second Impression " of Westminster Drollery, Part 2, dated 
1672. 3. — It begins the volume, a place of honour, as first of the (falsely 
counted) "above Forty new Songs, never before in print" (in reality only 
twenty-five) ; this proves that it was of recent composition. 4.— It is named as 
"Mr Digbye's Farewell; to the Tune of '■^ My Lord Sandwiche' s Farewell." 
(Compare'' Vol. IV. pp. 397, 398.) 

" The Rehearsal " parodij of " Fa)'eivel!,fair Aniiida." 39 

Three-bottle men laughed at such sentimental Love-ditties as these. 
Bonvivants were not the sort of men to break their hearts for a woman. 
Henry Ayloffc, of Trinity Coll. Camb., a few years later hit off a 
paraphrase on * Nulla manere diu neque vivere carmina possunt, 
quae scribuntur aquae notoribus ' (comp;ire p. 5), beginning thus: — 

He that first said it, knew the worth of Wit, 

Lov'd well his Glass, and as he drank he writ : 

Vast was his Soul, and sparkling was the Wine, 

Which strangely did inspire each mighty line. 

The watery springs of Helicon are theanis 

Fit for dull Freshmen, and dull Doctors' dreams ; 

Not flood of Cam, or Well of Aristotle 

Yield half the pleasure of the charming Bottle. 

In "The llehearsal" written by George Villiers, second Duke of 
Buckingham, assisted by Thomas Sprat, Matthew Clifford, and 
others, is a parody on the " Armida " Song (not in the first published 
edition, 1672, but in the 4th, 1683 ; the 2nd and 3rd are lost). They 
believed the song to be Dryden's. Their own is in mockery of the 
lines, " On seas, and in battles, through bullets and fire," etc. 

Song, in t\)c E£l3£arsal. 

Bayes. — '"Tis to the time of ' Farewell, iair Armida! ^ on seas and in battles, 
in bullets, and all that." [See our motto, on p. 36.] 

N swords, pikes, and bullets, 'tis safer to be 
Than in a strong castle, removed from thee : 
My death's bruise pray think you gave me, tho' a fall 
Did give it me more from the top of a wall : 
For then if tlie moat in her mud would first lay, 
And after before you my body convey : 
The blue on my breast when you happen to see 
You'll say, with a sigh, " There's a True-Blue for me ! " 

*^* Of course, in the 1679-1688 years, the name of " True-Bhie " was a well- 
understood allusion to the anti-catholic " True-Blue Protestants " of the Elkanah 
Settle and Harry Care order (although both of the men turned Romanists, going 
with the tide). S. Briscoe's Kei/ to i/ie Rehearsal, published in 1704, refers 
openly to the verse beginning " On seas and in battles, through bullets and fire," 
as being "the latter part of a song, made by Mr. Bayes [i.e. Dryden] on the 
death of Captain Digby, son of George Earl of Bristol, who was a passionate 
admirer of the Duchess Dowager of Richmond, called by the author Armida. 
He lost his life in a sea-fight against the Dutch, the 28th of May, 1672." This 
was the " Battle of Sole Bay," fought off Southwold. See our Vol. IV. pp. 393, 
397 (where the Southwold Bay date of 1672 is unfortunately misprinted " 1673 "), 
and 398, for versions of another song known as "Captain Digby's Farewell," 
"I will go to my Love, where he lies in the Deep." This was known as 
" Digby's Farewell," but was in reality only an Answer to his " Farewell, my 
Armida," which is evidently the (jenubie '■'■Captain Dighy'' s Farewell.'''' The 
rhythm difEers not until after the first four lines, when the burden of " Ah ! ah ! 
my Loves dead,'' etc., gives proof of different airs. To both ballads the music 
was set distinctively by a single compo.ser, although their respective tunes may 
each have passed current under the name of " Captain Digby's Farewell." 



[Roxburghe Collection, II. 306 and 328; Douce Collection, I. 121, 136.] 

JLotoe and ?feonour : 

£)r, CSe iLotjrc'0 i^aretnrl to Cali0ta. 

Bcmtj sent from Sea m tlje late ISngacjcmcnt arfamst Ifjc Dutch, 
to tn'slBtstriss, unticr tljc name of Calista. '&3,i{\) Hjc SLatiic's 
ticploriug anti tntjenious ansiucr. 

To A NEW SAJ) Air much in Rkqitest ; oil, Titne of, JVbiv the Tyrant 
hath stolen \_my Dearent away. See later, pp. 65, 67]. 


Arewel, my Calista, my joy and my grief! 
lu vain have I lov'd thee, and found no relief; 
Undone by your Virtues, so strict and severe, 
Your eyes gave me love, but you gave me despair. 
Now cal'd by my honour, I seek with content 
That fate which in pitty you would not prevent. 
2h langimh in love were to find hy delay 
A death thaVs more ivelcome the speediest ivay. 

*,^* The woodcut of the first Roxburghe copy is one that had belonged to ' ' Tlie 
Bride's Burial." The second copy has the smaller cut of the young man's 
burial, similar to one on our p. 8, and was printed for W. 0\;nley\ for /. Foster, 
" The Bride's Bui'ial " cutis reserved for later p. 54, where it is again required. 

Calista's Answer to her Lover's Farewell. 41 

" On Seas, and in Battails, 'mongst bullets and fire, 
The danger is less than in hopeless desire. 
The death's wound you gave me ; though far olf, I bear 
My fa[l]l from y[o]ur sight, not to cost you a tear. 
But if the kind flood on a wave should convey 
And under your window my body should lay, 
The wound on my Ireast, ivhen you liappen to see, 
You would say with a sigh, ' It ivas given hy me.' 16 

[Thus far the original song, attributed to Dry deil] • 

" When Suitors are wounded with stabs of disdain, 
'Tis happiness to be put out of their pain : 
The grave is a place to bid torment farewel. 
But Lovers are tortur'd 'twixt Heaven and Hell 
When frowns of a Mistriss do turn a man o're, 
'Tis safer on Ship-board than 'tis on the shore : 
I find by experience, though ivith loss of breath, 
'Tis worse to encounter with Cupid thati Death. 24 

" What strength hath a Lady with cast of her eye 
To make a man live, or compel him to dye! 
Such power had Calista, with smile and with frown 
She'd raise me to heaven, then tumble me down. 
But, dearest, take care how you put faith in men, 
For I fear you will never be lov'd so agen. 

You needs must achioivledge, whilst I could draw breath, 

I was your unchangeable servant till death. 32 

" Once more my last farewel I breath [e] in a blast, 
The cloud on my vitals is much overcast : 
I faint, fail, I perish, and suddenly dye. 
Yet sure should recover if thou wert but by : 
That I nere enjoy'd thee I do not repine. 
Thou liv'st with thy honour, and I dye with mine : 

For to after-ages this story tv ill prove 

I dyed in the war for my King and my Love.'"' 40 

C&e lLatiie'0 3n0tper» 

" T)Lame not your Calista, nor call her your grief, 
_0 'Twas Honour, not she, that deny'd you relief: 
Abuse not her vertues, nor term them severe ; 
Who loves without honour must look for despair. 
Now prompted by pitty I truly lament 
The force of your fate, which I could not prevent : 
Atid languish to thi7ik that your blood should defray 
The exigence of your love, though so noble a way. 48 

42 Calista's Answer to Iter Lover's Fareivell. 

" On Seas and in Battails that you did expire 
Was caus'd by your Valour, not hopeless desire ; 
Of your Fame, there acquired, I greedily hear, 
And grieve when I think that it cost you so dear : 
But when your sad friends shall your body convey 
Bj' my window, your funeral duties to pay, 

Pie sigh that your fate then I could not rev\_erse,~\ 
And all my kind wishes Fie strew on your IIe\_arse~\ 56 

[Here the original Reply ended.] 

" "When Suitors petition and run upon shelves. 

Or [are] shot, if deny'd, they do murder themselves : 
The grave is a couch where the Virtuous remain 
Without expectation of Sorrow or pain. 
If the frowns of a Mistriss can rule a man's fate, 
He values his life at a pitiful rate : 

Though noio she look cloudy, ivhen she draws the scene, 

Who knows but the day-light may clear up again. 64 

" The looks of a Lady you falsely do scan, 

'Tis not strength in the woman, but weakness in M[an,] 

When men set up Idols of flesh, blood, and bone 

And bow down to worship, the fault is their own. 

I hope I shall ne'r be deceived by Men : 

For your sake I never shall trust them again : 

'Tis fatal when Lovers do suffer such strife, 

That one must lose LTonour, or th' other lose Life. 72 

" My mind never can your last farewel forget, 
My tears shall coufess I'le not dye in your debt ; 
I heartily wish I had been by your side, 
That you might recover, or I might have dyed ; 
Then both to Elezium we had been convey'd. 
Where Ladies by Lovers are never betray'd : 

But in future ages this story they'l sing [a.l. "m sonnets." 

'Twas 'long of your Love that you dy'd for ?/o[%r] Jf«'[«,5r. j" 80 

Printed for P. Brooksly, at the Golden-Ball in West-smithfield, neer 
the LTospital-g ate [Black-letter ; Three cuts ; circa 1672,'] 

%* Captain William Hicks wrote "A Mock to 'Farewell, my Annida f' 
be"-innin;j, " Farewell my dear Fuggy, my pullet, my lowbell ! " It appeared 
ou°p. 79'of Ms Mock-Songs and Joking Foems, 1675 : not worthy of reprint. 


C!)e Crue Ipattem of Constancy. 

" You say I am false, and I freely confess 
Had you been less charming, my flame had been less ; 
For Love, cruel tyrant, my pain to renew, 
Though I'm fickle to melt, makes me constant to you. 

" I play like a fly with the beams of your eye, 
And buzzing around it, at last there I dye ; 
Sometimes brave my fate, and break your strong chain, 
But one pretty glance takes me Prisoner again. 

" Then never believe that Jstrca can find [ = Aj)hra Behn. 

Her Celadon faithless, if she be [but] kind ; 
For my heart like a taper this quality gains. 
That whilst it has matter gives lustre and flames." 

— Tom D'Urfey's Song to Astrea, 1683. 

X ROBABLY to the tune of "Farewell my Armida^' was sung a 
Ballad, "The Disconsolate Lover; or, The Forsaken Damsel's sad 
Lamentation for her unkind Lover's Cruelty in forsaking her," etc. 
It begins, "Farewell, my dear Johnny, whom I loved so." To an 
excellent tune. It was, circa 169f, printed for E. Tracy, at the 
Three Bibles on London Bridge. (Pepys Coll., V. 333.) Another, 
almost certainly connected with it, of date about 1694, is "The 
Last Dying Words oi Robert Boxall of Peticorth to his false- hearted 
Lover, Margaret Mils:' It begins, " Farewell, my dear Fegc///, 
■whom I loved so," To the tune of, "Farewell, my dear Johnny, 
■whom I loved so." Printed for J. Blare (Pepys Coll., Ill, 362), 

We now give a ballad, " Farewell, thou Flower of false deceit : " 
to -which tune is another Roxburghe Ballad, entitled "Love and 
Gallantry ; or, A Noble Seaman's last adieu to his Mistress," etc. 
(Roxb. Coll., III. 236 verso). We give this later, in the Group of 
Naval Ballads : it is to the same tune of, " Farewell, my Arminday 

*^* Probably the same tune was doubly named, " Farewell, my Calista," and 
<' Farewell, thou flower of false deceit." To it, under the latter name, Thomas 
Lanfiere wrote a ballad beginning, "Farewell, false-hearted Love." It is 
entitled " The Discontented Young Man and the Loving Maid ; or. True Love 
with Loyalty ought for to be paid " (Pepys Coll., III. 112). The alternative tune 
was ' ' Flora, Farewell ' ' (for which see a later page) . Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, 
J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, andT. Passinger, with this prelude-verse : — 

A Young-Man lately lov'd a Maiden fair. 
But she pretended not for him to care ; 
Then sore in wrath he did bid her adieu, 
Because he thought that she would prove untrue : 
But she to him doth make an answer kind, 
"Which doth rejoyce his heart, and please his mind. 

It is signed " T. Lanfiere." "We meet several of Lanfiere's ballads ere long, and 
extend our list of his writings ; also of Laurence Price's and of John Wade's. 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 474, 475 ; Pepys Collection, III. 206, 7.] 

CI)e Zvnt jSattern of Constancp : 

'^fjt llopal llotjcc*0 3op0 Complcatctif 

When Young-men find their Loves unkind, they then impatient grow, 
But when their Grief do's find llelief, it Expiates their Woe. 

To AX Excellent New Tune: [«.e. Fareivell, my Calista, see p. 40] 
Or [its own], Farewell, the Flower of false deceit, &c. [see p. 43] 

This may be printed. R[ichard] P[ocock]. 

" TTlArewell, thou Flower of false deceit, 
JC and I wish the heighth of you may fade, 
That your Countenance may altered be, 
and your Honour in the dust be laid. 

" Ne'er was a Man more true than I, 
as you your self full well do know ; 
Till I found you in your Cruelty, 
that you sought my final Overthrow. 

Tlte True Pattern of Constancy. 45 

" I wish the bright Sun may not shine 
on thee, as it has done before ; 
Por your Countenance hath me beguil'd, 
I can love again, but you no more. 

" Once I could have been as constant, Sweet-heart, 
for to cross the Ocean Seas for thee, 
As Vulcan did for Venus'' s sake, 

when he sailed into Italy. 16 

" If you were as fair as Rosamond was, 

with her cherry Cheeks and dimpled Chin ; 
Or if you were as fair as HelUna was, 
I should never more delight therein. 

" But now my heart it is my own, 
why should I for another care ? 
For to sigh and sob, lament and moan, 

for to bring my self unto Despair ? 24 

"I will enjoy my Liberty, 

and in the World I mean to range ; 
For I will no more your Captive be, 
you for another I mean to change. 

" You treated nie with such despight, 
while I your person did adore, 
That I value not your Beauty bright : 

then adieu, adieu for evermore ! " 32 

Cbe ^aiticif an^toei* to iU goung^nian, 

" QTJch Resolutions do not name, 
lO pray let me speak a word or two ; 
Do not thus against thy Love exclaim, 

when thou know'st I cannot part with you. {orig.i\iee. 

" Why dost thou charge me with Deceit ? — 
such was my Love and Loyalty 
That I never could your Person meet 

but you proved as a Life to me. 40 

. " Here I do offer hand and heart, 

with all that I can call my own ; 

Then do not from thy true Love part, 

but take some pity of my moan. 

" For my heart to thee is linked fast, 
I cannot waver with the Wind ; 
But as long as ever Life shall last, 

sure I shall never change my mind." 48 

46 The Loyal Lover's Joys co)npkted. 

^l)i^ Lotting Couple's I&appp agreement. 

[fftf replies.] 

" /^An I believe this is my Dear, 
\J who once did slight me with disdain ? 
If it be, then will ray joys appear, 
seeing she is tlius return'd again. 

" Now nothing can my peace annoy, 
as long as ever Lite do's last ; 
In my Dear I phice my chiefest joy, 

utterly forgetting all that's past. 56 

" I will embrace thee in my Arms, 
with many a soft and tender Kiss, 
With manj' thousand pleasant charms, 
in a full perfection of our Uliss. 

" Tho' once I did reflect on thee, 

'twas while my heart was fill'd with grief; 
And I never did expect to see 

that thou ever would'st afford Relief. 64 

" But since the Frowns of Fate are fled, 
and I have found thy Constancy, 
Now my heart is free from fear and dread, 
I will love my Jewel till I dye." 

Then he took his true Love by the hand, 
calling her his true and Turtle-Dove, 
" We'll no longer now disputing stand, 

but resolve to live and dye in Love." 72 

[Printer's name cut off from Roxburnlic copy. Pcpys broadside bears inscription 
" Printed for C. UiwnssoH, at the Stittiovers' Arms, within Aldgate?' In 
Black-letter, four woodcuts; the others given later. Date, 1685-1688.] 


paitf)enia'0 Complaint* 

T the Duke of York's Theatre in Dorset Gardens was produced 

in 1678 Mrs. Aphra Behn's comedy of "Sir Patient Fancy," partly 
adapted from Moliere's " Malade Imaginaire," and well supported 
by Leigh as the old alderman with Mrs. Curren as his young wife; 
Thomas Betterton performing her lover, Witmore ; while Nokes 
assumed the effective character of Sir Credulous Easy, the foolish 
Devonshire Knight. Mistress Gwin acted Lady Knowell. At the 
beginning of the third Act is a dance, before breaking up, and a 
song is sung, ("made by a gentleman," not by Aphra Behn,) viz. 
" Sitting by yonder river side : " music composed by Tom Farmer. 
Two verses, given in Playford's Choyce Ayres, ii. 35, 1679. 


[Eoxburghe Collection, II. 251 ; Douce, II. 175 ; Euiug, No. 288.] 

}&artl)ema'0 Complaint ; 

The falsehood of Young men she doth discover, 
By sad example of her Faithless Lover : 
And so against them all she doth enveigh, 
Tho' injur' d hut by one, which makes her say, 
" Happy Nymph for certain is, that can 
So little value that false Creature Man." 

To A New Tune much in Eequest [T. Farmer's] : or Sitting leyond 

a River Side. 

Sitting beyond a Elver's side, ["'•. ' ^y yondor.' 

Parthenia thus to Che cry'd ; ^ 
While from the fair Nymph's Eyes, apace, 
Another stream o'erflow'd her beauteous face : 
" Ah happy Nymph''' said she, '* that can 
So little value that false creature Man! 6 

" Oft the perfidious things would cry, 

They love, they bleed, they burn, they dye ! 
But if they're absent half a dny, 
Nay, if they stay but one poor hour away, 
No more they dye, no more complain, 
But nice miconstant tv retches live again. 12 

[Thus far went the original.] 

1 This second line gives name to the same tune for another Eoxhurghe Ballad, 
viz., " Kepentance too Late ; being Celia's Complaint." See om- p. 52. 

48 Parthenia's Complaint. 

" If that you do their Yows believe, 
Then you are lost without reprieve ; 
For Maids, that's credulous and free, 
Are ruin'd soon by Iheir inconstancy ; 
With siigred words they loill trappan : 
No creature ever ivas so false as Man. 18 

" The sad effects myself have try'd, 
By one that vow'd for love he dy'd ; 
My pity overcame disdain. 
And I requited him with love again : 
TFliich makes me say, with looks so wan, 
No creature ever was so false as Man. 24 

' ' For when I thought he lov'd me most, 
He proved false unto my cost. 
And like a fickle wretch did change 
His mind, 'mongst other beauties for to range ; 

Therefore she happy is that can 

So little value that false creature Man. 30 

" When I upon the flowry Plains 

Did feed my flocks, free from love's pains, 
And rested near the Christal streams. 
Not once affrighted with such idle dreams. 

Then could I say, His I that can 

So little value that false creature Man. 36 

" But since that Love did me ensnare. 
My Heart is fill'd with grief and care ; 
My looks are chang'd, and I complain. 
Being requited with sucli deep disdain : 

Then, sure she happy is that can 

So little value that false creature Man. 42 

" Wild Beasts, that in the woods do range, 
Unto their mates are not so strange, 
As men are to their Loves untrue, 
Which makes poor simple maids so deeply rue, 
And say, she happy is that can 
So little value that false creature Man. 48 

*' You Birds, that warble in the grove, 
And hear the falshood of my Love : 
Bear witness of my sad complaint. 
Who am with grief and sorrow like to faint : 

Help me to learn, if that you can, 

No more to value that false creature Man. 54 

Parthema' s Complaint. 49 

" The marble Rocks, that do divide 
The foaming billows as they glide, 
Not so obdurate are, in kind. 
As men who unto falshood are inclin'd. 

Therefore she happy is that can 

So little value that false creature Man. 60 

" The Gods above will sure chastise 
Such fickle Lovers' treacheries, 
And Cupid with his powerful bow 
Will make them all their Errors for to kno\y-, 
That they may love those Nymphs that can 
So little value that false creature Man. 66 

" You Virgins all, who hear my moan, 
Let me not languish all alone ; 
Come and assist me in my need. 
Lest that my broken heart with sorrow bleed ; 
Help me to learn, if that you can. 
No more to value that false creature Man. 72 

" One of a thousand you'll not find 
That's true and bears a faithful mind. 
But of your hearts they'll you bereave, 
And then disloyally they will you leave ; 

Then sure she happy is that can 

So little value that false creattcre Man. 78 

" that such falshood should remain 
Within that heart, whose deep disdain 
Hath brought me to so sad dispair, 
As never for mankind again to care ; 
let me say, if that you can, 
No more lie value that false creature Man. 84 

" Into some Desart I will go, 
And weary out my ways in woe ; 
And with the Turtle there complain, 
And never come in mortal's sight again ; 
But strive, hy all the means I can, 
No more to value that false creature Man. 90 

" Then let all Yirgius have a care. 
And of their treacheries beware ; 
Let my mishap your warning be, 
And trust not to their infidelity : 

Let me advise you, if you can, 

No more to value that false creature Man." 96 

[Publisher's name cut off, Philip Brooksby's on Donee copy ; Eliz. Brooksby's 
on Euing. Black-letter: four cuts, one in vol. v, p. 612 l. Date, about 1678.] 



[British Museum, Case 22, e. 2, fol. 29.] 

amimor'0 angtoct to partfinua*^ Coinplaiitt, 

©r, E\)t OErantjcti SIjcpTjctti's Uinlitcatton. 

This answer to the Nymph he did return, 

Since that he hath more cause than she to mourn, 

And so against all women doth complain. 

For having met with some who were to blame : 

As by this Satire you may find it, when 

He proves that women are more false than men. 

To A NEW Tune ; ok, Sitting beyond a River Side, etc. With Allowance. 


Nder a pleasant "Willow shade, Amintor sat and heard the Maid ; 

And unto her he did reply, " why, Parthcnia ! prithee tell me why 
You do complain so grievously ? since Men are not so false as Women be. 

" "When as in Love we use our Arts, we find you have obdurate hearts. 
Although at first our flames do burn. Like ^y inter's morning into Frost you turn. 
So by the consequence you see, that Men are not so fake as Women be. 

" "Why should a man confined be to such a piece of vanity ? 

Or doat upon a tempting snare, That Nature hath at unawares made fair ? 

No, cast them off ^ for you tvill see, that Men are not so false as Women be. 

*^* Parthenia was not to be allowed to retain the last word about grievances, 
whether to Cloe or another. Here is the Sequel ballad, entitled '' Amintor s 
Answer to Parthenia's Complaint;" beginning, "Under a pleasant "Willow 
Shade." The same tune as ot these two, " Sitting beyond a Elver's Side," was 
also used alternatively with its own special play-house tune, " Sad as death," for 
another Koxburghe Ballad entitled "Eepentance too late; " which we give 
(on p. 52), but have not noted the forgotten drama wherein the foundation song 
had first appeared. Concerning a typographical error see next page. 

Aminfor's Answer to Parthenia's Complaint. 51 

" They love, they fawn, they sigh, they pray, and yet will tiirii to hate next day ; 
The more you sue, the more they shun, By which poor Shepherds are undone : 
So that by consequence you see, that Men are not so false as Women be. 

" They think the God of Love allows they should be false, and break their vows. 
It is a miracle to find One of a Thousand bear a constant mind. 

Therefore you may confess with me, That Men are not so false as Women be. 

*' They say they'll love, but not tell when ; They'll give a heart, and take't again ; 
If you intreat, and sue, and pray, they turn their heads another way : 

So that by consequence you see, That Men are not so false as Women be, 

" If that they see you pine and dye, They'll triumph in your misery, 
No pity lies in frown nor smile, Their wavering minds are all so full of guile : 
Therefore you may confess with me. That Men are not so false as Women be. 

" Too much experience I have had, that few are good, too many bad ; 
Though like a Skeleton you appear, a cruel jVymph shall never drop a Tear : 
Therefore, by consequence you see. That Men are not so false as Women be. 

" Though Cupid bid them love again, yet they so stupid do remain, 
For Love they cruelty will show, and scorn for to submit unto his Bow : 
So by this Sequel you may see, that Men are not so false as Women be. 

" Then let not any Shepherd Swain hereafter value their disdain, 
Since, Woman is so vain a toy, we'l find some other pastime to enjoy : [»• infra. 
For why by this you plainly see, that Men are not so false as Women be. 

" Their Syren Voices I'le not hear, nor from my eyes let fall a tear ; 
Now Cupid's Shaft I will defie, for wounding me with Love to make me dye. 
Since that you may confess with me, that Men are not so false as Women be. 

" Thus to all Nymphs I'le bid adieu, Until I find out one that's true. 
Or in some Grove I'le be confin'd, to cure my grief, and ease my troubled mind : 
For now you must confess and see, that Men are not so false as Women be. 

Printed for F. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball, in Pye- Corner. 

[Black-letter. Three woodcuts ; two on p. 50, one on p. 44. Date, about 1679.] 

*jie* In tenth verse the broadside reads erroneously, " Since Man is so vain a 
toy." This we correct to " Since Woman," etc., deeming it to have been 
mis -understood by some ancient compositor, when reading a cramped manuscript 
in which the w was illegible ; or else an amanuensis blundered when he wrote 
down words at the poet's dictation. It is certain that at the beginning of the 
ninth verse of " Eepentance too Late," on p. 54, a transcriber's or a compositor's 
error occurred, for the original broadside reads ' ' The Yielding Virgin to possess 
for constant vows the wandring Air." Evidently his eye had wandered to the line 
below, '■'■ for constant Lovers," and caught up two words wrongly : repeating them. 
We venture to substitute " [With broken]," as a conjectural restoration. 

Also there are some inferior variations of reading, in Playford's Choice Ayres, 
and Pills, from our ballad-text on p. 62, viz., "it makes me wish in vain ; " — 
" A blessing far above ; " — " hopes successful ; " and, " 'Twould please my Ghost." 

— -ss^eos^-g^^-^^— 


[Roxburghe Collection, IV. 28 ; Tepys Coll., III. 386.] 

iaepentance too 2.ate : 

Bems fni'r Celia's rotnplatnt for tijc lass of Tjcr IJirgtni'tu ; or, i!L\)z 
inrontjct) JLobcr ftntis no cure tut ID cat}}. 

Being a pleasajstt new plat song: As it is sung at the Theatre. 

Fair Celia's kind, and trusts too much her Swain, 
"Who, once EnjoyiiiL;- hor, returns disdain. 
Courts other ^■'irgi^s, and ney^lects her quite ; 
"What love he had is turned now to spite. 
For which she grieves at her too (juick belief, 
And warns all Virgins by her doletul griet 
How to beware of man, "whose ialse surprize 
Had ruiu'd her ; then lies her down, and dyes. 

T(j A rLEAS.\NT NEW PLAY-HOUSE TuNE [its own] CALLED, Sud asDiatli ; 
or, Parthenia wito Cloe cryed. [See pp. 47 and 50.] 

8 Ad as death, at dead of night, the fair comphuning CcUa sat ; 
But one poor lamp was all her light, whilst thus she reason'd 
with her fate : 
" Why should man such triumphs gain, and purchase such joy that 

gives us pain, 
Ah ! what glory can insue, a helpless Yirgin to undoe ? 6 

Repeyiiance too Late. 53 

" Cursed the niglit, and curs'd the hour, when first he drew her to 

his Arms, 
When Virtue was betray'd by power, and yielded to unlawful charms ; 
When [he] approached with all his fires, arm'd with hopes and 

strong desires, 
Sighs and tears, and every wile with which the men the maids 

beguile. 12 

"Dream no more [on] pleasures past, since all the torments are to 

come ; 
The secret is made known at last, and endless shame is now thy 

The false forsworn, alass ! is gone, and left thee here to despair alone. 
Who that hears of Celiacs pain will ever trust a man again ? 

"Eas'ly I believed his vows, and yielded up my honour bright, 
For which hard fate no cure allows, but it is ever set in night : 
Come, gentle Death, and ease my grief , yield poor Celia some relief; 
Oh! lock me in thy cold embrace, henceforth the Grave's [my 
dwelling-place.] 24 

** Ah! and could he leave me thus?" weeping the mourning Celia 

" Was it enjoyment wrought my curse ? Oh ! me that e'r had I but 

Then to th' Elizium shades I'de gone — a spotless Virgin ; now I'm 

But to th' woods my woe must sing, till willing Death my rescue 

bring. ' 30 

" Cyp'rus shall o'er-shade my Tomb, while on the blushing ground 

1 lye ; [=Cypress. 

Where Violets and sweet Eoses bloom, I care not now for coming 

Since I have lost my Virgin state, by trusting man, such my hard 

That proves perfidious and unjust, and has to shame betray'd my 

trust! 36 

" Cruel powers ! why have ye madeMan so Majestick, bright and fair? 
Alass ! was 't only to invade, poor silly Virgins to ensnare ? 
Undone by their too crafty wiles, allur'd into Love's fatal toiles, 
By the soft whispers of their breath, which wound the love-sick 
heart to death. 42 


Repentance too Late. 

" Like a Serpent that does lye under a bed of gaudy flowers, 
"Whose smell and sight invites the eyes and ravish'd sense, so that 

no power 
To shun they have, but plucking strait, they meet their unexpected 

So men with [their] sweet words deceive, till they have got their 

ends ; then leave 48 

"The yielding Virgin to possess [with broken] vows the wandring 

To waile her own unhappiness, for constant lovers now are rare. 
Words smooth as oyl are soon forgot, oaths they suspend or value not ; 
She whom they swear now Angel bright, when once enjoyed, is black 

as night. 


" Virgins all, be warn'd by me, who now must mourn my ill-starr'd 

fate ; 
Oh ! trust not your virginity, least love should turn to cruel hate. 
Which I have prov'd, for which I dye, heart-broken, here for ever 

At which she sigh'd out her last breath, and love and beauty left in 

death. 60 

London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarice. 
[Black-letter, ■with three ■woodcuts, now given. Date, about 1679-] 


Lotie anti ^one$tp. 

" Some thirty, or forty, or fifty, at least, 
Or more I have lov'd in vain, in vain ; 
But if you'l vouchsafe to receive a poor guest, 
For once I will venture again, again ! 
" How long I shall be in this mind, this mind, 
Is totally in your own power — your power ; 
All my days I can pass with the kind, the kind. 
But I'le part with the Proud in an hour, an hour. 

" Then if you'll be good-natur'd and civU, and civil, 
You'll find [that] I can be so too, so too : 
But if not, you may go, you may go to the Devil, 
Or the Devil may come unto you, to you." 

—A Catch, by Tom D'Urfey, 1683. 


_L HERE have been many iniquitous Acts of Parliament, but none 
forbade a member of the Ballad Society to hum the above Catch, 
by that best of boon camarades, Tom D'lJrfey the convivial ; so that 
he employs the right tune, known a score of years later as " Would 
ye have a Young Virgin of fifteen years ? " — which tune John Gay 
transferred to his " Beggars' Opera," for Macheath's song, — 

" If the heart of a man is oppress'd with cares. 
The mist is dispell'd when a Woman appears; 
Like the notes of a fiddle she sweetly, sweetly, 
Raises the spirits and charms our ears." 

It had first set the town in a jig, under the title, Poor Rohin's Maggot. 
Tom D'TJrfey himself was the author of the song, '* Would ye 
have a Young Yirgin of fifteen years?" and it was sung by Pack, 
as Cub, in "The Modern Prophets," 1707. Therefore, D'Urfey 
knew the tune, and must have had the music ringing inside his 
periwig when he earlier wrote " Some thirty or forty or fifty, at 
least."— a. E. D. 

The following ballad was lengthened from a playhouse song in 1 676 ; 
the original three verses are in The Wits' Academy, p. 58, 1677. 



[Roxburglic Collection, III. 96; R;x\ylinson, 5GG, fol. 71.] ,• 

SLotje and J^onestp: ' 

What's here to do ? a pretty Modish song 
Tuni'dto a Ballad; iu troth I think e're long 
A fourth part of the Town will Poets be, 
If that a line of Wit they can but see : 
They must be medling and add further still, 
And never leave till all that's sence they kill : 
Yet if I Judge aright, the vulgar sort 
Are mightily beholding to them for 't. 

To A PLE.vs.vNT NEW Tir^fE, callctl, T/ie Duke of MonmouWs Jiijq. 
With allowance, Ro[ger] L'Estrange, Feb. 8, 167G [167';^]. 

A Curse on the zealous and ignorant crew, 
"Who languish all day, and with passion obey 
The senceless decrees that Platonicks pursue. 
How poor and unhappy, unhappy are those pretenders, 
Who, fearful of scandal and vulgarly shame, [*'<■• 

Diminish their flame ! 6 

But blest be the man who with freedom enjoys 

A beauty whose Eyes, like the Stars in the Sky, 

Procures new delight till his appetite cloyes. 

How happy, how happy, how happy are those pretenders, 

Who, fearless of scandal or vulgar reproach, 

Pursue their debauch ! 1 2 

Elizium^s a grief and a torment, compar'd 

To those that can prove the enjoyment of Love, 

Where Lovers in raptures do meet a reward. 

The tales of the antients, of Elizian fields, are ungrounded. 

In Love's kind fruition, where souls have access, 

Oh, there's the true bliss ! 18 

\IIere ends the Original Song. 

Those conquering beauties more pleasure afford, 

To such as are free at their own liberty, 

Than Usurers' Chests which with plenty are stor'd ; 

Then happy be still Noble Lads that are Nature's adorers ; 

Whilst envy and avarice starve and repine, 

We'l frolique in Wine. 24 

Love and Honcdij. 57 

Those that the confinement of Wedlock refuse 

May live at their ease and enjoy when they please, 

Being free from the strict matrimonial noose; 

The bawling of brats shall not injure his rest nor'his quiet : 

But when with delights his fierce appetite's cloy'd, 

Then rest is enjoy'd. 30 

No wonder why clowns, who of sence are debar'd, 

Remain till they dye, like a Hog in a Stye, 

And ne'r understand a brisk Lover's reward ; 

'Tis those that have souls of the modish new stamp that are witty. 

All others are drudges, and never are blest 

Till death gives them rest. 36 

'Tis Love that does give us true sence of our life, 

And makes us proceed, in each generous deed, 

Protected with love, or are freed from all strife ; 

But those that ne'r knew the delights of an amorous Lover, 

Can't truly be said to have liv'd out an hour, 

If free'd from Love's power. 42 

Those that for abundance do match with a wife, 
Are troubled with an itch to be wealthy and rich. 
Which keeps them in torment all days of their life. 
They never enjoy, but still grumble at every misfortune ; 
Whilst wisdom creates, in a generous mind, 

Joys they cannot find. 48 

God Cupid, for ever thy name I'le adore ! 

For now I can see that in thy Deity 

Are blessings (for those that deserve them) in store. 

A passion that's noble shall ever receive satisfaction ; 

But ignorant fools, who abandon thy name. 

Extinguish their flame. 54 

In liberty all men have cause to rejoyce. 

If mingled with Love, ever happy 'twill prove ; 

What fops do count folly, we think our best choice. 

A cup of the creature will make our bloods warmer and warmer : 

Like senceless Fanaticks we'l never repine 

Of Love and good Wine. 60 

Printed for E. Oliver, at the Golden-Key, on Snow-hill, over-against 

St. Sepulchre's- Church. 

[In Black-letter, with four woodcuts. They are given respectively on pp. 13, 
the mau to right ; 55 ; and 63. Date, as licensed, February, 167f .] 

*^* The tune, being named as The Buke of Monmouth'' s Jig, marks the time 
when he was in high favour both at Court and in the City, before intrigues with 
the Whigs made him forfeit his loyalty. The same tune belonged to ' The 
Batchelor's Ballad,' " No more, silly Cupid! will I sigh and complain." 


15cautp'.s DDert&roto. 


" Sweet, use your time ! abuse your time no longer, but be wise ; 
Your Lovers now discover you have Beauty to be prized. 
But if you're coy, you'll lose the joy, so Curst will be your fate, 
The flower will fade, you'll die a Maid, and mourn your chance too late. 

" At thirteen years and fourteen years the Virgin's heart may range ; 
'Twixt fifteen years and fifty years you'll find a wondrous change : 
Then wliilst in tune, in May or June, let Love and Youth agree, 
For if you stay till Christmas day, the Devil shall woo for me." 

— Kingsto7i Church, a Song ; by Tom D'Urfey, 1683. 

E identify the following ballad, rebuke of a Lady who allowed 
her pride in her own beauty to make her arrogant, as being a broad- 
side amplification of a three-verse song written by Tom D'Urfey. 
The music, in two movements, was composed by his friend Tom 
Farmer. Only tlie two verses at beginning of the ballad are by 
D'Urfey ; the remainder being by another hand, substituted for 
D'Urfey's own third verse, because it changed to the second move- 
ment. We give that original final verso here, as it appeared in the 
rare volume, A New Collection of Songs and Poems, by Thomas 
D'Urfey, Gent. London. Printed for Joseph Hindmarsh, at the 
Black Bull in Cornhill, 1683. It is on p. 13, and entitled, "A 
Song to a very Beautiful but very Proud Lady ; set by Mr. Farmer 
in two Movements." Tom's verses begin " Chloe, your scorn abate, 
kind beams discover," and " To Courts where Tyrants sway," etc. 
Then follows, finally, the characteristically D'Urfey ian 

Second Movement. 

BUT when the Bottles rowl about, and Glasses, 
Plague on all Intrigues ! a pox on charming Faces ! 
But when the Bottles rowl about, and Glasses, 
\Ve know [of] no disdain, nor value charming Faces. 
Let the puny Lover sigh, and whine, and moan. 
Like a fluttering Drone, make an Insect humming ; 
Beauty here we see, more bright than any she. 
Never out of humour, kind, and always coming. 

Tom Farmer's music of this ' Second-Movement ' third verse, 
entitled The Hornpipe, appears separately, as though it were a 
distinct song, on pp. 64, 65, with repetition of the words that had 
been previously given on pp. 13, 14, of the same volume of Songs 
and Poems. In broadside printed " Cloah, your pride abate; " not 
" Chloe, your scorn abate," as in the original. 

"We give, in our motto-verses, another complete song by D'Urfey, 
which held the same fate of becoming a Roxburghe Ballad broadside 
(Roxb. Coll., II. 528, " A Word in Season j or, Now or Never"). 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 102.] 

)Btantfs £)tiertl)roto : 

CDe 5Reiopc*D llthcrmte. 

When Pride and Beauty do together meet, 
They make that bitter which would else be sweet ; 
The fervent Lover, when too much abus'd. 
Bids Love farewel, desires to be Excus'd. 

To A New Play-house Tune, Called ; CMoe, your Pride abate. 

" /^Hloe, your Pride abate, kind Beams discover, 

Frowns purchase all men's hate, but gain no Lover : 

Nature and Feature designed you rare, [Qw/'in feature J " 

But whilst you're Proud, you are not fair ; 
Nor can [you] the joys of passion prove, 
For Pride will ever be a foe to Love. [«^- ^^"t- "i^ still a foe." 

" To Courts where Tyrants sway, who'd venture thither? 
Or who would put to Sea in Stormy Weather ? 
Graces and Faces no Lustre own, 
"When shaded by disdainful Frown ; 

Ne'r to the Sun had the Persian bow'd 

Had he hid his glory behind a Cloud. 1 2 

[Thus far Tom D'Urfey's Original Song.'] 

*' Nor shall your Beauty great, while you're Disdainful, 
Make my poor heart to ake, or my Life Painful : 
Cupid is stupid, thinks he to charm ? 
His Golden Darts me cannot harm : 

Nor can your blooming cheeks bear sway ; 

When Beauty is gone, your Pride must decay. 18 

60 Beauty s Ocerthrow (extension of D' Urfcijs Song) . 

" Think you Ingratitude clouds not your Beauty, 
Whilst you did me delude, love was my Duty : 
Sleeping or waking, Chloe was there, 
Till Pride did say she was not fair : 

And then my passion I soon recul'd. 

No longer would I be to pride iuthral'd. 24 

" You did your self destroy, and made me wander ; 
Now I am fill'd with joy. Love's no Commander : 
Witty and Piitty to me you seemed ; 
But I, your Prisoner, am now Bedeeraed : 

No Rosie cheeks shall me e're betray, 

Although at your foot-stool once I lay. 30 

** Freedom I now do prize, and scorn my Fetters ; 
I'le no more Idolize, like Cupid's Debtors : 
Sobbing and throbbing made me look pale, 
But now I'm freed from a terrible gaol : 

I'le no more Beauty value at all, 

Since Priuces thereby have been brought in thrall. ;3() 

" You that would conquer all, when Age shall meet you 
Into Despair you'l fall, none then wiU treat you : 
Desire, like fire, will you possess, 
And IMen will prove so pitiless. 

That you shall then renounce your birth. 

And wish that you never had lived on earth. 42 

" But if that you'l return, and sec your Folly, 
You'l have no cause to mourn, no Melancholly 
Shall seize to displease Chloe' h kind Breast, 
But she for ever shall live at rest : 

When death shall make thy beauty yield, 47 

Thou'lt post to the fair JElizium Fiild." JtUtS. 

Printed for /. Clarke, at the Golden Lyon, between the Hospital-gate and Biick- 


[Black-letter, four woodcuts : see p. 61, and IV. p. 380, l. Date, 1683.] 

*^* James Hart composed the music of a tenderly-worded Love-song, which 

similarly remonstrates with Chloe for her scornful cruelty. It is found in 

Playford's Banquet of Music, Book ii.p. 38, 1688. The words complete are these : 

Snotljer Sontj on Cfjloe's ffl^rucltg. 

" /^nioe, your unrelenting scorn has been too lasting and severe ; 
^ No truth but mine could e'er have borne the tortm-es of so long Despair ; 
Those unkind words your rage reply'd, to what my hand and heart had given, 
Shew'd not your Virtue, but your Pride — Love may expostulate with Heaven. 
" Think, while your Spring of Charms is here, Beauty must in its Autumn fade ; 
And the sweet bloom no more appear, by Time or Coyness once decay'd. 
The only way Love can propose, to keep your Image ever new. 
Is in your Arms those wounds to close, of which I bleed to death for you." 


'^ CoulD a^an W Wi^b Obtain:' 

' ' The Spheres are dull and do not make such music as my ears will take ; 
The slighted Birds may cease to sing, their chirpings do not grace the Spring ; 
The Nightingale is sad in vain, I care not to hear her complain ; 
While I have ears, and you a tongue, I shall think all things else go wrong. 

" The Poets feign'd that Orpheus could make stones to follow where he would, 
They feign'd indeed, but had they known your voice, truth they might ha' shown. 
All instruments must sadly go, because your tongue excels them so : 
While I have ears, and you a tongue, I shall think all things else go ivrong." 
— Sir Aston Cokain's Obstinate Lady, v. 1, 1657. 


HE Eoxburghe Ballad entitled " The Mournful Shepherd " is 
another example of the common practice among the professional 
framers of broadside ditties, who took a favourite playhouse song, 
newly in vogue, added fresh verses, also a few incongruous stock- 
woodcuts, to eke out the pennyworth, thus ; to delight the 'prentice 
boys and their lasses, by furnishing them with a new broadside- 
ballad, before the d la mode tune had time to be forgotten. Some 
lively comedy of their day held this two-verse song. With the 
music by Peaseable it was printed in Playford's Choyce Ayres, iv. 
p. 5, 1683. AlsoinP///s to Purge Melancholy (vol. iv. p. 237, 1719). 

Such playhouse songs had usually been written by gay courtiers 
like Dorset and Sedley, or by professional dramatists, Dryden, Lee, 
Shadwell, and D'Urfey, to win a smile from a spoilt Beauty, who 
for the moment enslaved them. Then, aided by the witcheries of 
sparkling eyes and thrilling voice, some pretty actress made popular 
the ditties, delighting the pleasure-loving citizens ; who did not 
hold with the grim Puritans that everything was wicked except 
money-grubbing and hypocritical back-biting. The song travelled 
into country-lanes, carried home from market as a fairing for maids. 
Sic itiir ad aslra ; or vice vers6, when going Nadir-wards. 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 346 ; IV. 63 ; Pepys, III. 356 ; Douce, II. 160 ; 

Huth, II. 34 ; Euiug, 234.] 

Cge '^I^onnrnt of Hoijing, anti not bring ILolj'D again. 

A Song made by a Gentleman who Dyed for his cruel Mistris. 

No torment can be found, no greater pain 

Than tnily Loving and not liov'd again ; 

For that's a strange Disease which racks the mind, 

Still routs the Judgement, and does Reason blind : 

Raises a Ci\'il War, distracts the Soul, 

AVhilst Fancy like a Raging Sea does roul : 

The Lover dreams of nothing but strange Charms, 

And often thinks his Mistris in his Arms ; 

But waking finds he did cml)race a Shade ; 

Which all liis liopes with it he had convey'd. 

To A Pleasant New Tune, called Cou^d Man his Wish obtain, etc. 
Play'd and Sung at the King's Play-house. 

COuld Man liis wish obtain, how happy would he be ! 
But wishes seldom gain, and hopes are but in vain, 
if Fortune disagree : 
Pitty, you Powers of Love, our Infelicity ! 
Why should the Fates Consjnre to frustrate my Desire ? 
Since Love's the gentle fire that keeps the World alive : 
But me it puts to pain, my wishes are in vain, 

Nor promise any hope to give. 8 

" I love and still I view, but dare not tell my mind ; 
Should I my flames pursue, I might that Bliss undo, 

which is for her design'd ; 
A Bliss that's far above, more lasting, rich, and kind : 
Though hopes successless prove, my heart shall ne'r remove, 
From wishing of her Love, in Fortune's Triumph led ; 
And though it banish me, if she but happy be, 

'twill please my Ghost when I am dead. 16 

[Here ends the Original Song : cf. p. .51. 

2rf)C Sccontj ^art : To the same Tune. 

" Much like a Tyrant sits th' insulting Prince of Love, ^'^f- ?• ^•5- 
And with bis Arrows hits poor Mortals, as it fits 

his humour, from above ; 
But pitty I implore, let some pitty move : 
But ah ! what is my Error, when love thus proves a Terror, 
That is the world's bright Mirror, and guides the Starry frame : 
The flame that's in my breast, alas ! disturbs my rest, 

Since I of hopes am dispossest. 24 

The Mournful Shoplicrd. 


" Thou Center of my joy, the fairest of her kind, 

Does still with frowns destroy my bliss by proving Coy, 

whilst Love torments my mind ; 
And scorches me in pain, that I no quiet find : 
Pitty some gentle power, and rain a Golden Shower, 
For sure nought else can move her to cool my raging Flame : 
Alas, that Gold should prove the Orb that still does move 

the happy Sphere of sacred love ! 32 

" O're Hills and Kocks I stray, through fields and gloomy shade, 
I take my restless way, to Venus oft I pray, 

to grant me speedy aid, 
And pitty my distress, or bow the cruel Maid : 
Whose eyes do Lightning bear, which blast me with despair, 
And takes me in Love's snare, nor can I thence escape, 
But struggle there in vain, and still do suffer pain : 

Whilst I to free myself do strain. 40 

" Witness ye Founts and Springs, Groves, and each pleasant Mead, 
Each warbling Bird that sings, and spreads his airy wings ; 

and bleating flocks that feed : 
How cruel the fair Nymph to me has ever been : 
But Tyrant Love, no more ! to persecute give o're; 
Keep, keep your shafts in store, of them there is no need : 
For like the Swan, now I, to sing my last leave try, 

which done, I thus lye down and dye." 48 

Jfnts. Re Dies. 

Printed for P. Brooksbij, at the ^i^n of the Golden-Ball, near the Hospital- gate, 

in Wtst-Smithjield. 

[Black-letter. Three cuts ; viz. on p. 61 : others in vols. iii. 1, L., and iv. 380, L. 
Eoxb. Coll., IV. 63, has our Cavalier and Lady. Date, about 1683.] 



Boto tbe Cprant ftatb Stolen mp Deatest. 

" Oh ! that 'twere possihle, after long grief and pain. 
To feel the arms of my Beloved round me once again ! " 

— Tennyson's 3Iaud. 

ATJREIs''CE PRICE wrote the following ballad, which attained 

great popularity. We gave a detailed list of nearly forty of his 
verse- writings, in our Bag ford Ballads, 1877 {viz. pp. 263 to 26(5 
inclusive), wherein the present ditty counted as No. 22 ; and " The 
Seaman's Compass" was given there, as No. 4, on p. 267, by Laurence 
Price, marked to be sung to the same tune of " Now the Tyrant." 
We take this opportunity of supplementing our former List by an 
addition of seven additional ballads authenticated by his initials, 
and also mention the discovery of a second copy of his " Merry 
Man's Resolution," which begins, " Now Farewell to Saint Giles's ! " 
of date between 1651 and 1655 (reprinted by the present Editor in 
Amanda Group of Bag ford Poems, 1880, p. *485, from an exemplar 
tlicn accounted unique, Roxb. Coll., III. 242), in Booh of Fortune 
Collection, purchased in November, 1884, for the British Museum. 
Additions to List of Laurence Price'' s Ballads. 

List, 39. — The Two Jeering Lovers ; or, A Pleasant Dialogue 
between Dick Downright of the Country and Nancy of the Citie. 

= " Come hither, sweet Naxcy, and sit down hy mo." — Book of Fortune 
Collection. To the same tune of. Now the Tyrant. 

List, 40. — Strange and Wonderful Ncwes of a Woman . . rent by a 

= " Dear Lord ! what sad and sorrowful times."— ^oo^- of Fortune Coll. 
List, 41. — A New Merry Dialogue between John and Be&se, the two 
lusty brave Lovers of tlie Country. 

= " I am a Batchelour bold and brave." — TFoofll's Coll., 401, fol. 135. 
List, 42.— The Faithful Maid's Adventures. 

= " I am the faithful Damsel, that wander'd up and down."— iJosZ; of 

List, 43.— Bob in Rood's Golden Prize : shewing how he robbed, etc. 

= " I have heard talk of liobin Hood.'''— Roxb. Coll., III. 12. 
List, 44. — A Monstrous Shape; or, A Shapeless Monster. 

= " Of horned Vulcan I have heard."— ^oot^'s Coll., 401, fol. 135. 
List, 45. — Joy after Sorrow, being the Seaman's Return from Jamaica. 

= " There was a Maid, as I heard tell."— Wood's, E. 25, fol. 60. 
Four of these (Nos. 39 to 42) we give in the course of the present 
volume; also those numbered in the former List as 1, 2, 6, 8, 9, 
22, 23, 25, 28, 32, and 35: possibly, 26, 27, and 31 likewise. 

John PlayfonV.s f/nip of " Though the Tt/rantr 65 

Several others we have reprinted already, in Bngford Ballads, or the 
Amanda Group ; or they entered into Mr. William Chappell's portion 
of the Roxhurghe Ballade, First Series : viz., jS'os. 4, 38 (in Bagford 
Ballads); 21 {Amanda Group); 3, 5, 7, 10, 12, 16, 17, 18, 19, 24, 
29, 34, 36 {Roxhurghe Ballads, already issued). Thus, sixteen 
were given previously to this volume ; fifteen or eighteen more will 
follow. Love-ditties of land and sea, and miscellaneous subjects. 
(No. 24 is wrong, in List: not his, but J. P.'s. See b. 109.) We 
give No. 20, "The True Lovers' Holidays," on p.^ 73 ; and yet 
another (List, No. 46), " Flora's Farewell,'" on p. 105 : 

" Flora, farewell ! I needs must go:'— Wood's Coll., E. 25, fol. 48. 

We find by another ballad (p. 70), called, "Love and Constancy ; 
or, The True-Lover's Welcome Home from France," that the tune of 
Noio the Tyrant has stolen my Dearest away was alternative-tune, 
named for it, with Captain Biglifs Farewell ; as on p. 40. And 
on p. 39, introducing " Farewell, my Calista,''^ the ballad entitled 
"Love and Honour," we have shown that either "Farewell my 
Armida,^'' or " pity, Arminda, those passions I bear!" was the 
original " Digby's Farewell" (music by Eobert Smith), although 
the name was more generally borne by an Answer to Digby's 
Farewell, viz. " And I'll go to my Love, where he lies in the deep." 

These perpetually changing titles require close attention, but 
well reward it, for the number of ballad-tunes popular at any given 
time was not large ; and those authors who were most employed in 
ballad-writing were accustomed to use again and yet again such 
tunes as they had formerly chosen for a successful effort, but they 
altered the tune-name on their new adventures, and gave it the title 
of their own previous ballad, thus advertizing their stock-wares. 
Hence the succession of varying names helps an enquirer to ascertain 
the chronological order of the undated ballads. 

In the case of " Tho' the Tyrant hath ravish'd my dearest away," 
(for thus it began, originally) we find the music by John Playford, 
in his Musical Companion, 1667, and 1673. (See our p. 69.) 

It may be enquired, who was " The Tyrant " mentioned in the 
ballad? That it was not Death is quite certain, insomuch that 
" Dearest Celia " herself returns alive, and seeks her Lover with 
beneficent intentions in a Rosalindish " coming-on humour," at the 
end of the adventure. Assuredly, Cupid is the Tyrant alluded to, 
for see our p. 62, where the " Mournful Shepherd " declares that : 

Much like a Tyrant sits th' insulting Prince of Love, 

And with his arrows hits poor Mortals, as it fits his humour, from above. 

Cf. "Love's Tyrannic Conquest," and "True-Lover's Overthrow." 
Singers, who knew not the freshly-composed music for "The 
Tyrant," adopted the tune earlier used for a double-ballad entitled 
" The Princely Wooing of the Fair Maid of London by the renowned 
King Edward the Fourth," beginning, " Fair Angel of England, 


66 BhIIchU to the Tnue of Tender Hearts of London Citi/.^ 

thy beauty most bright:'' witb her Answer, "0 wanton King 
Edward.^'' It is of date, March 1st, xtM, and was probably written 
by Richard Jobnson. Reprinted, in Roxh. Bds., i. 181. The tune had 
been previously known as Bonny Stceet Robin (perhaps referring to 
llobin Hood, and the same as mentioned by "the fair Ophelia"). 

Among the ballads that were appointed to be sung to the tune 
known as " IS^ow the Tyrant " (exclusive of those marked for 
"Fair Angel of England,") are the following examples : 1. — " As 
lately I travell'd towards Gravesend " (reprinted in Bag ford Ballads, 
p. 205) ; 2. — " Come all loyal Lovers " (given here, p. 70, after 
"Love's fierce desire"); 3. — "Come hither, sweet Husband," = 
Henry and Elizabeth [Roxhirghe Ballads, iii. 664); 4. — "Good 
people, I'll tell you now of a fine jest"=The Cloth worker caught 
in a Trap [Ibid., iii. 547) ; 5. — " What an innocent loving life" = 
Shepherd's Delight (by Thomas Jordan, 1675, Pepys Coll., III. 55). 
6. — " Arise from thy lied, mv turtle and dove " = Love's Return (by 
S. S.) ; 7.—" Come hither, sweet Nancy." (List, No. 39.) 

The ensuing protestation of love for Celia, while "confined with 
Mopsa" — not that either Celia or Mopsa had been already confined, or 
was likely to be — enjoyed coTisiderable public favour. It has " Celia\s 
Reply to her faithful Frietid," and a happy termination. The 
Tyrant had more of juvenile mischief and petulance than actual 
cruelty in his composition, and considering his parentage (to say 
nought of Vulcanite Martial adulteration) might have been worse. 

[Cuts belong to "A Call to Cliaron," p 


[Eoxburghe Coll., III. 130 ; Tepys, III. 104 ; Eiiing, 165 ; C. 22. e 2. 59.] 

ILoWs fierce tjesire, auD l)opes of 

IRccotjerp: ^t, 

^ true anti brief ®iscriptt0n of ttoa rcsolticti Eo&ers, tal^ase ciccllent 
iafts, suitable mmtis, anti fai'tljful |)cart3 one to anotljer, sljall 
teetifullg be spoken of in tljts foUoJntng nciu matie paper of Ferses. 

To AN- EXCELLENT NEW TuNE [iTS own], OR, Fair Atiffel of Englmid. 

" \l^^^ ^^^^ Tyrant hath stolen ray denrest away, 
1 1 And I am confined with Ilopsa to stay ; 
Yet let CeJfa remember how faithful I'le be, 
Neither distance nor absence shall terrifie me. 

" In volumes of si<>hs I will send to my Dear, 
And make ray own heart correspond to my sphear 
Till the soul of my life may be pleased, to see 
How delightful her safest return is to me. 

" It cheers my sad heart to remember her love. 
Though malice hath caused, this sudden remove ; 
And. my mind is resolved, what ever ensue. 
Whether Sunshine or Thunder, to be constant and true. 

\aJ. 'fear. 


68 Lovers fierce Desire, and Hopes of recovery. 

" If my Bark sayl but safely through this rugged Sea, 
Though with contrary winds much tossed it be, 
In the Haven of rest, and long lookt for content, 
Wee'l chant forth melodious songs of merriment. 16 

" Till then I'le retreat to the Forest, and mourn, 

Adeon shall eccho my hound and my horn ; 
■ No Reynard shall escape me that runs on the way. 

But patience perforce I will make him to stay. 20 

" My heart hath enquired of every stone, 
What convoy the Heavens hath bequcath'd to my moan ? 
But, for aught I can find, holy Angels are agreed 
To rivall my hopes and to slacken her speed. 24 

" Therefore I'le sit down and bewail my sad Fate, 
Like the Turtle I'le mourn for the loss of my mate ; 
All the world's greatest glorie's vexation to me, 
Till my Celia and I in our loves may be free." 28' 

Celia Ijcr stocct Bcpig to fjcr faitljful frfculi. 

" rpHy presence, dear friend, I have well understood, 
L And how in exile thou hast wand'red the wood ; 
But I am resolved thy sorrows to free. 
To make thee amends I'le soon come unto thee. 32 

" 'Tis neither the Tyger, the "Wolf, nor the Bear, 
Nor shall Nylus' Crocodile put me in fear ; 
I'le swim through the Ocean upon my bare breast. 
To find out my Darling whom I do love best. 36 

" And when I have found him, with double delight, 
I'le comfort him kindly, by day and by night ; 
And I'le be more faithful than the Turtle Dove, 
Which never at all did prove false to her Love. 40 

"The fierce Basilisk[u]s, that kills with the eye. 
Shall not have the power once thee to come nigh : 
I'le clip thee and hug thee so close in my arms, 
And I'le venture my life for to save thee from harms. 44 

" My lap for thy head, Love, a Pillow shall be. 
And whilst thou dost sleep I'le be careful of thee ; 
I'le wake, and I'le watch, and I'le kiss thee for joy. 
And no venomous creature shall my Love annoy. 48 

" The Satyrs shall pipe, and the Syrens shall sing. 
The wood-nymphs with musick shall make the groves ring : 
The Horn it shall sound, and the Hounds make a noise, 
To fill my Love's heart with ten thousand rare joys. 52 

Original Song of " Though the Tyrant:' 69 

" So now I am coming to hasten the deed, 
Pray heaven and good Angels to be my good speed : 
If Fortune me favour, and seas quiet prove, 
I soon will arrive at the Port which 1 love." 56 

Now Celia is gone to find out her dear, 

His heart that was sad to comfort and cheer : Ifi^'^s- " Her." 

No doubt but each other they will lovingly greet, 

When as they together do lovingly meet. 60 


L[aureiice] P[rice]. 
Printed for T. V\_ere], and are to be sold by Flj-ancis] Coles, in 
Wine-street, neer Satton- Garden. 

[Black-letter. Three woodcuts (two in IV. p. 430). Original date, circa 1656.] 

%* We give here the original song, untitled, to which the music, in Four 
Parts, was composed by John Playford ; printed in his Musical Compwiion, 1667, 
(p. 226, first verse only), and 1673 (p. 212, four verses). It yields us a few 
corrections for the ballad text, given on pp. 67, 68. 

T Hough the Tyrant hath ravish'd my dearest away, 
And I am constrained with Mopsa to stay ; 
Yet if Ccelia remember how faithful I'le be, 
Neither distance nor absence shall terrifie me. 

But in vollies of Sighs I'le send to my Dear, 
And make mine own heart correspond to my fear : 
'Till the Soul of my Life shall be pleased to see 
How delightful her safest return is to me. 

Till then I'le retreat to the Forrest, and mourn ; 

Acteon shall eccho my Hounds and my Horn ; 

Ne Reynold [ = No Rei/nard'\ shall 'scape, though he run by the way. 

Where my Dearest must pass and I am to stay. 

My Heart hath enquu-ed at every stone 

What Convoy the Heavens hath bequeath'd to my moan ? 

And, for ought I can learn. Holy Angels agreed 

Both to rival my hopes, and to hasten her speed. 

Whether Laurence Price (whose time of activity was before the Restoration) 
claimed the authorship of the entire double-ballad, or only of the additional verses 
in his reconstruction of the original song, must be left an open question. But we 
believe that it belongs wholly to him, and that S. S. [Sam Shepherd ? ] wrote 
"Love's Eeturn; or, The Maiden's Joy," so early as 1656, to the same time of 
" Though the Tyrant." We mentioned the ballad on p. 66, and give it later ; 
along with " The Two Jeering Lovers," by Laurence Price. 


[Roxburghe Collection, IV. 19 ; seemingly unique.] 

JLotje anU Constancp, 

%ijt txm !lotjcr'0 tori come Dome from i^raiice. 

Describing of the joy and friendly greeting, 
Betwixt t^¥0 Lovers at theii" happy meeting, 
By cruel Fate long time they were divided, 
But to their comfort now they are united. 
Which makes them to rejoice beyond expression, 
As you may finde by both their own confession. 

Tune of, Dighifs farewell, or, [iVbi<?] the Ti/rant, ^'c. [See pp. 
38, 65, and 72.] With Allowance. 

STfje JHaiti's Part. 
" /^Omc, all loyal Lovers, so courteous and free, 
\J come lend your attention and listen to me, 
"With gladness my heart doth abound at this tide, 

now I am in hopes that I shall be a bride : 
Long time I have waited with patience to see 
the face of my dearest, so pleasing to me. 
And noiv to my comfort, my jo yes to advance. 
My Love he is safely return' d out o/ France. 

Love and Condancy : Home from Franco. 71 

" Then welcome, my dearest, ray joy and delight, 
no more to the Wars shalt thou go for to fight, 
My arms shall secure thee from dangers so free, 

thrice welcome, my true Love, thou art unto me : 
Full often I wish'd for to see thee again, 
whilst I with a sorrowful heart did remain. 
But now for my comfort, my joyes to advance, 
My Love he is safely return' d out 0/ France. 16 

" Since that thou did'st leave me to languish and mourn, 
I like the chaste Turtle did wait thy return ; 
The choicest of company could me not please, 

whilst thou wer't in danger beyond the salt Seas ; 
To listen for tydings it was my chief care, 
and all for to hear how my Dearest did fare. 
But 71010 to my comfort, my joyes to advance, 
My Love he is sajely returned out 0/ France. 2t 

" "What maiden in England more happy can be, 

now my heart's delight is from dangers set free ? 
No grief nor no sorrow shall trouble my minde, 

provided that thou will be constant and kinde ; 
I'le please thee in all things that thou canst desire, 
nothing shall be wanting that thou doest require : 
For noio to my comfort, my joyes to advance. 
My Love he is safely return'' d out 0/ France. 32 

"And now, my own dearest, take heart and take hand, 
for I am resolved to obey thy command ; 
Therefore, speak thy pleasure, and utter thy mind, 

thou can'st not be cruel when I am so kind : 
Be sure in thy answer thy love to unfold, 

which will be more welcome than silver or gold. 
Since now for my comfort, 7ny joyes to advance, 
My love he is safely returned out 0/ France." 40 

" r\ How it rejoyceth my heart for to hear 

\J this loving kind welcome from my dearest dear ! 
No happiness greater could fall to my share, 

therefore my true meaning I'le freely declare ; 
To thee I'le prove constant what ever betide, 
and in a short time I will make thee ray bride. 
The fame [of thy heauty likewise LHe advance. 
Since that I am safely returned out 0/ France.] 48 

72 Love and Constancy : Home fi'om Franco . 

" For all thy past sorrow, thy pain and thy grief, 
I now am come over to bring thee relief ; 
I'le throw in thy apron of good yellow gold 

a hundred good pieces as ever was told : 
Besides, I'le maintain thee most bravely indeed, 
no one in the Parish thy garb shall exceed. 
The fame of thy beauty likewise Fie adcance, 
Since that I am safely return'' d out 0/ France. 56 

" My sword and my armour I now will cast by, 
to live in true pleasure with thee till I dye, 
Tliou shalt be my Venus, with whom I will play, 

and walk in the meadows on each holy-day. 
Young ladies shall envy thy happiness now, 
tliat I have been constant and kept to viy vow. 
Besides Fie endeavour thy joy es to advance. 
Since that F am safely return'' d out 0/ France. 64 

" The young men and maidens shall froHck and play, 
and dance at our wedding the next holy-day ; 
Wee'l have good provision of wine and good cheer, 
and like to the Queen of 3Fai/ thou shalt appear ; 
Hare Musick I'le have for to lighten thy heart, 
and for to content thee I'le use my best Art ; 
For now Fie endeavour thy joy es to advance, 
Since that I am safely returned out 0/ France. 72 

" Then come, my own dearest, and give me a kiss, 
now we are united, I count it a bliss ; 
And here for the pi'csent accept of tbis Eing, 

ere long I will please thee with a better thing. 
I'le make it my business in time to provide, 

and at our next meeting I'le make thee my bride, 
For 710 w I' me resolv'd thy joy es to advance, 
Since that F am safely returned out 0/ France." 80 


London, Printed for John FFose over against Staple-Fnn in FFolhourn, 

near Grayes-Jnn-Lane. 

[In Blark-letter. Five woodcuts, the first given on p. 70 ; the second, a man, in 
vol. iii. p. 518, Left ; the thu'd, a woman, vol. iv. p. 15. Eight. The other two 
are in vol. iii. respectively on pp. 547, Left, and 430, Eight. Also given later.] 

*^* Both the tune-names belong to a date so early as 1673, but the mention 
of a "return out of France," and also "With allowance," might seem to 
indicate a much later time, by a score of years. 1673 is the probable date. 

[Eoxburghe Collection, II. 462 ; Pepys Coll., III. 120 ; Eawlinson, 195.] 

Cl)e Crue JLotier0' i^olidaies : 

%f)t mooim^Wim\im, aitti 2©rtiDtng of a fair 3Damo)3El ; 
pcrfoimcD bp a imtp ^oulDirr, faring one of tlje 

The Souldier Woo'd the Maid with words most kind, 
She answered him according to his mind. 

To THE Tune op, JS^o hody else shall fhmder hut I. 

" ll/fY sweetest, my fairest, my rarest, my dearest, 
ItX Come sit thee down by me and let's chat a while, 
It doth my heart good, when I see thee most nearest, 

That we with pleasant talk the sad times may beguile. 
If thou'lt have the patience to stny in this Bower, 
1'hat I may discourse with thee just half an hour, 
I'le shew thee a Ticket from Cupid's Commission, 
"Which Ve7ius set hand to, upon this condition, 

That no hody else shall enjoy thee hut I. 9 

" The Summer is come, and the time is in season. 

That each pretty bird have made choice of his Mate, 

Now I, being a young man of judgement and reason, 
Have cause to be doing e're time's out of date. 

Hark, hark ! how I hear the sweet Nightin gal's verses, 

"Whose ecchoes records what true lovers rehearses ; 

The true-hearted Turtle-Doves now are a-billing. 

And so will I do, my Love, if thou art willing 

That no hody else shall enjoy thee hut I. 18 

74 TJie True-Lovers^ Holidays. 

" I pray thee, Love, leave me not, thougli I am a Souldier, 
And want skill in wooing to deal with a maid ; 
Yet if thou wilt kisse me, and make me the bolder, 
Mark well and consider what here shall be said. 
My hand and my sword shall from danger defend thee, 
My purse and my person shall stoutly attend thee ; 
I'l buy thee a new kirtle, wrought waistcoat and beaver, 
A dainty silk apron, my minde shall not waver, 

&o no body else shall enjoy thee but I. 27 

" If thou wilt consent, that things shall be so carried. 
Before this day fortnight I'l make thee my wife. 
And we in the Church will be lawfully married, 

So shalt thou live bravely all duyes of thy life ; 
Thou shalt have thy servants to wait on thy leisure. 
Thy purse shall be cram'd with gold crowns and rich treasure, 
Nothing shall be wanting that I can procure thee. 
So thou M'ilt be constant and thus much assure me. 

That no body else shall enjoy thee but I. 36 

" Make answer, sweet hony, to what I have spoken, 
That I may the better know whereon to trust ; 
Receive this Gold Ring, as an eminent token, 
My love shall be permanent, loyal and just. 
One lovely look from thee for aye will revive me. 
But a frown of thine will of life streight deprive me ; 
Then answer me kindly, at this time, dear sweeting, 
That I may finde comfort by this happy meeting, 

And no body else shall enjoy thee but /." 45 

STl^e SccontJ ^art, to the same Tune. 


Bcintj t|)E iiHaiti's ^otu'nrj ^nstocr to t!)c .Soiiltiicr. 

1'Le leave all my kindred, both father and mother. 
My Uncle, ray Aunt, and ray Grandam also. 
My nearest acquaintance, my Sister and Brother, 

For 'tis my desire with a Souldier to go. 
In weal and in woe I will with my Love travel, 
"Whilst some at my service and toyle do much marvel ; 
So long as my life lasts, if fortune will guide me, 
I'le march with thee bravely, what ever betide me. 

And rie be thy true-Love until I dye. 54 

The True-Lovers' HoUdcujs. 75 

" 'Tis not the great Ordnance, when they do rattle, 

Shall make me to fly from thee, my minde is so stout ; 
For when I perceive thee preparing tor battel, 

I'le closely stick to thee, ot that make no doubt ; 
And when thou hast drawn thy brave blade to befriend me, 
For courage and valour and skill I'le commend thee : 
In peace and in warres if thou pleasest to prove me, 
By day and by night thou shall finde how I love thee. 

rie siill take thy part till the day that I dye. 63 

" Moreover, sweet Souldier, thus much I must tell thee. 
When I understood you took mee for your choice. 

It made the very heart of me leap in my belly. 
And all the merry veins in my body rejoyce. 

You also requested of me certain kisses, 

The which you accounted as true- Lovers' blisses ; 

In stead of one kisse, now I'le give thee full twenty, 

bo thou wilt repay me again with like plenty, 

And rie be thy true love until I do dye. 72 

" This Eing which thou gav'st me shall serve for a token, 
I'le keep it for thy sake whiles heaven lends me life ; 
The promise betwixt us shall never be broken. 

Be thou my sweet Husband, I'le be thy kinde Wife : 
Then serve Cupidh warrant upon me, and spare not, 
Tor what thou canst do with thy Ticket I fear not : 
Let Vulcan and Venus with Cupid conspire 
To kindle Love's fuel, or quench Lovers' fire ; 

Yet rie love my Souldier until that I dye. 81 

" You said in a fortnight that we should be married ; 

But I am unwilling to stay fur t so long : 
Besides in my minde I have over-much tarried ; 

Delayes amongst Lovers doth oftentimes wrong. 
Pray make all things ready 'twixt this and Sunday, 
That we may be married on the next Munday, 
So we in the Holy-days may make us merry 
With Banquets and Pastimes until we be weary. 

And rie be thy true-Love untill that I dye.'^ 90 


L[aureiice] P[rice]. 

[Printer's name cut off from Eoxburghe copy. Pepys and Eawlinson were printed 
for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright. In Black-letter. Two small cuts, as 
on p. 73. The Tune is not yet traced. Date, probably, before 1660.] 

*^* Both the Roxburghe copies of " The Triumph at an End " were printed 
at the back of the sheet entitled "Conscience and Plain- Dealing," which we 
reproduced in Bar/ford Ballads, p. 431. Its date preceded the Restoration. 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 412, and 484.] 

Cl)e Criumpl) at an €nti. 

Behold how rashly Lovers hurry on 

Upon the point of sure destruction ! 

Females are Tyrants, for when they see 

They are admir'd and lov'd, they'l cruel be : 

When most you shun them, then they most do love, 

Then let all mankind in a mean still move ; 

Or if your flame burn bright, let them not know it, 

Your hopes are ruiu"d if you once but show it. 

To THE PLEASANT NEW TuNE [its own], OF Ifoiv briglit art thou, ^-c, 
OK, Young Jamey. [See Vol. lY. p. 658.] 

HOw bright art thou whose Starry eyes 
Two cruel Tyrants prove ! 
And though I fall your Sacrifice, 

Can no compassion move : 
I dye, I languish in despair. 

And yet no pitty find ; 
hear at last, loved Nymph, my Prayer : 
&weet Phillada, he kind ! 

How oft beneath the Myrtle shade 

Have I adored thy Name, 
And with thy charming beauty play'd, 

Until I catch'd this Flame, 

TJie Triumph at an End. 77 

Kindled a Feaver in my Brest, 

Inra<?'d by Love's fierce wind ; 
Then pitty him who is opprest : 

Sweet Phillada, le kind. 1 6 

Be soft, thou wonder of thy sex, 

As Down off silver Sw;ms, 
Such beauty ne'r was made to vex 

Heaven's Earthly darling Sons : 
Pitty my sighs and groans : hear 

Poor me express my mind ; 
To his melancholy moans give ear : 

Siveet Phillada, he kind. 24 

A truer Swain no IS'ymph can love, 

Nor nobler passion gain ; 
A chaster flame in none can move. 

Though here it finds disdain : 
Though all in vain I grieve and moan, 

And can no favour find ; 
But though disdain despair drives on, 

Siveet Phillada, he kind. 32 

Poor Coridon implores thy Love, 

No longer cruel be ; 
For if you still disdainful prove, 

And still will torture me. 
Behold, unto the shades I go, 

For restless Love assign'd ! 
To hinder me from shades below : 

Sweet Phillada he kind. 40 

And on the Rock let me not lie 

Of doubt and sad despair : 
'Tis better far at once to die. 

Than wade through Seas of care ; 
Where peevish coyness and disdain 

Do tempest-toss the mind : 
To ease me of my wretched pain. 

Sweet Phillada, he kind. 48 

By all the Woods, the Hills, and Springs, 

Where e're our flocks have been, 
And by the Bird that nightly sings, 

And all the Stars I've seen, 
Mj' passion shall for ever burn 

"Till I a Grave do find ; 
Then let me not thus sigh and mourn : 

Sweet Phillada, he kind. 56 


The Triump]i at an EikL 

How often have you whisper'd Charms 

Into my willing ear? 
How oft been panting in my Arms, 

My ravished thoughts to chear ? 
But, Oh, the state of things below ! 

They change as doth the wind : 
Yet e're I to Death's slumber go, 

Sweet Phillada, he kind. 64 

Triumph not in my misery, 

Nor smile to see ine grieve ; 
Oh pitty nie or else I die, 

None else can me reprieve ; 
Injure not your Sex by thus 

Bearing a cruel mind, 
Lest for your sake disdain'd they curse : 

Then Phillada, he kind. 72 

Alas ! 'tis all in vain I plead, 

She triumphs in my woe ; 
Oh ! thus 'tis better for to bleed. 

Than Love's fierce tortures know ; 
Ah! welcome Death; thou certain Cure 

For a diseased mind ! 
Thy scorns no longer I'le indure, 

Proud, cruel, and unkind. 80 

Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, and T. Passenger. 
[Rlack-letter. Fmir woodcuts : two given on p. 52, others here. Date 1681.] 




Cenner ©eacts of Hontion Cit^, 

" How wretched is the Slave to Love, 
"Who can no real pleasures pi'ove ; 

For still they are mixt with pain. 
"When not obtain'd, restless is the desire ; 
Enjoyment puts out all the fire, 

And shows the Love was vain." 

— Thomas Shadwell's Virtuoso, 1676. 

IX distinct ballads are here given, all of them appointed to be 
sung to the same tune, known as " Tender Hearts of London City." 
It was so called from the commencing lines of the following 
Roxburghe Ballad. On the broadside, instead of any earlier name 
to the tune being cited, the music-notes are printed ; therefore it 
is probable that ours is merely a lengthened version from a short 
playhouse-song, for which special music had been composed. 

Damon and Celia are the two unhappy enamoured young people 
in " Love's Lamentable Tragedy," over whom sundry " tender 
hearts of London City " are exhorted to be pitifully moved. The 
same Damon and Celia figure in the two Sequels, " The Young 
Man's Answer" and "The True-Lover's Ghost." Of our six 
ballads these three alone are to be regarded as consecutive. Even 
among them a few incongjuities are found. Students of Shakespeare 
know that it is impossible to wholly interweave or dovetail the 
FalstafF and Dame Quickly of his "Merry Wives of Windsor" 
chronologically and so( ially between the occurrences of " Henry IV." 
and " Henry V." Since the originator of Falstaff failed to make 
his interjected sequel fit into its proper groove, we need not wonder 
at the humbler ballad-writer being still more careless or unskilful 
to "join his flats." Difficulty was found, by him as by other 
people, in making both ends meet. Tennyson declares that " The 
end and the beginning vex ! " True enough, but formerly the 
beginning came first ; mais nous avons change tout cela ! 

Whosoever hoped to find the hack -jobs of broadside-balladry perfect 
in workmanship should have paid a higher price for these wares. 
What could they expect for a total of threepence? Had they not 
a veritable Ghost thrown in, additional ? Publishers found it 
useful to employ two or moie sequel-writers, some giving a happy, 
and others a fatal termination. Thus, for theati'ical representation 
on alternate afternoons, Edmund Waller (the plausible gain-seeking 
time-server) had furnished a happily-ending final act to Beaumont 
and Fletcher's masterpiece, "The Maid's Tragedy," to suit some 
different tastes. " 'Tis left to you ; the Boxes and the Pit are 
sovereign judges of this sort of wit." So said the prologue. You 
paid your money, and you took your choice. Most folks preferred 
to sup on horrors, as in " Love's Lamentable Tragedy." Such 
were the Penny Dreadfuls of two centuries ago. 


[Roxburghe Coll., II. 272, 437, bis; IV. 21 ; Pepys, III. 352; C. 22. e. 82 vo.] 

ILoWs ILammtaUt CrageDp. 

"Whon cruel Lovers prove unkind, 

Great sorrows they procure, 
And such strange pains the slighted find 

Tliat they cannot endure. 


[The music-notes are on the broadside. Also {ef. vol. iv. p. 29), the woodcut of 
Death and the Lady, as it appears here,unmutilated.] 


" ^IlKruler hearts of London Citj', 

JL Now be mov'd with grief and pitt}-, 

Since by Love I am undone ; 
Now I languish, in mine anguish, 

Too too soon my heart was won ! 

" By him I am strangely slighted, 
In whom I so long delighted, 

He unkindly shews disdain ; 
And my grief is past relief, 

Alas ! my heart will break with pain. 

J. \V . E. 


Love's Lamentable Tragedy. 81 

^' Damon, you my passion knew well, 
How then could, you be so cruel, 

First my heart to set on fire ; 
Then to leave me and deceive me. 

When I granted your desire ? 

" Come and see me as I'm lying, 
Bleeding for your sake, and dying ; 
Yet my Ghost shall trouble you ; 
When I depart, with broken heart, 

Then all your comforts bid adieu. 20 

" Thou shalt never be contented, 
But by night and day tormenttd, 

Since thou wert so false to me." 
Celia dying, thus lay crying, 

" I will be a plague to thee." 

Down her cheeks the tears did trickle, 
Blaming Damon, too too fickle. 

Till her tender heart was broke ; 
Discontented, thus she fainted, 

Yielding to Death's fatal stroke. 30 

"When this news to him was carried. 
All his joys were spoil'd and marred. 

And his heart was fiU'd with pain ; 
Still expressing, what a blessing 

He hud lost by his disdain. 

Wiyz g0ung=man'0 ^nsiiiEr. 

" Oh ! ye powers, be kind unto me, 
Else my sorrows will undo me, 

I am so perplext in mind ; 
I deny'd her, and defy'd her. 

That was loving, chaste and kind. 40 

" Now methinks I'm strangely daunted 
By her Ghost I shall be haunted ; 

Wheresoever I do go, 
I shall see her, mine own dear. 

Since I wrought her overthrow." 

Thus he pausing stood, and thinking, 
Looking as if he were sinking, 

While his countenance grew pale ; 
"Death, come ease me, quickly seize me. 

For methinks my Spirits fail." 50 



Lore^s Lnmentnhle Tragedy ; First Sequel. 

In his conscience he was wounded, 
And his senses were confounded, 

Tears ran trickling from his Eye ; 
But his sorrow pierc'd hiui thorow, 

Then he vow'd for love to dye. 

Then his joynts began to shiver, 
Straight lie walks unto the River, 

There to build his watry Tomb : 
Often crying, and replying, 

" Celia, now I come, I come." 60 


Licensed and Entred according to Order. 

Printed for J. Beacon, at the Angel in Giltspur-street. 

[In Black-letter. Two woodcuts, one of which is given on p. 47, Left ; the other 
is on p. 80. Date, as entered on the Stationers' Company Registers, 9th of 
March, 168|. There are differences in text, II. 437 bis being better version.] 

*^* The first and second Roxburghe copies (II. 272, and 437) are printed at 
hack of another ballad {viz. "The Subjects' Satisfaction," etc., beginning, 
" King Willinm is come to the throne," which will follow in the " William and 
Mary Or oiip ''''). The sequel to " Love's Lamentable Tragedy" is in Roxb. 
Coll., II. 324, beginning, " How can I conceal my passion?" This is "The 
Young Man's Answer," given on next page. (Compare our Vol. V. p. 349, 
where we record it having been entered to Jonah Deaccm for publication in 1684.) 

[Left-hand cut is the fourth mentioned on p. 72. The Lady belongs to p. 85.] 




[Roxburghe Collection, II. 324 ; and IV. 22 ; Douce, II. 226 verso.] 

3Lo&e'0 Unspeakable Passion ; or, tfje ^ounrj^man's ^nsiner ta 

CenDer Starts of JLonDon Citp. 

Beauty over Love doth triumph, causing Lovers to complain ; 
But 'tis pitty one so pritty should be filled with disdain. 

To A PLEASANT New Plat-House Tune ; OF, Tender Searts \j)f 

London City ] 

Ow can I conceal m}' passion, 
When I am used in this fashion 
By that little blinking boy. 
Who doth vex me and perplex me, 
And my comforts doth destroy ? 

" Oh, forbear me, cruel Cupid ! 
Thou hast made me dull and stupid, 

And my sences are quite lost : 
Ne're was no man by a woman 

So bewitcht and strangely crost. 10 

" I am with her beauty wounded, 
In my thoughts I am confounded ; 
Would I had ne'r seen her face ! 
For with desire I burn like fire, 
And she ne'r pitties this my case. 

" Come and seize me, Death, and ease me ; 
Nothing else but she can please me ; 

My soul I cannot call my own ; 
She hath won me and undone me, 

Night and day I sigh and groan. 20 

" For to leave her I endeavour 
Then I fall into a Feavour ; [=fever. 

Burning with a quenchless fire ; 
But her beauty says 'tis duty 

For to languish in desire. 

" Then I fly into a passion. 
And tare my hair in my vexation ; 

I curse the day when first I see her ; 
Then my speech falters, my mind alters. 

And straight I cry, ' She is my dear ! ' 30 

'' 'Tis not common for a woman 
For to boast she will undo man ; 

Yet I find she often doth ; 
Oh, 'tis pitty one so witty 

Shows no favour, knows no truth ! 


Lovers Lameniahle Tragedy ; Second Sequel. 

" You that are in spoyl delighted, 
Boasting that your lover's slighted, 

Think not always thus to reign ; 
When age oretakes ye, love forsakes ye, 

You'l be paid for your disdain. 40 

" Oh, consider whilst you flourish, 
That your Lover you should nourish, 

Xot requite him with disdain ; 
For if you frown, you cast him down, 

And turn his pleasures into pain. [" tmns." 

" And his trouble soon grows double, 
Oh, 'tis better to be noble ; 

Send me then a gentle smile. 
That may ease me, not disjdease me, 

But my sorrows all beguile. 50 

" Then will I in heart adore thee, 
Like an image stand before thee. 

Fearing to displease thine eye ; 
Then come and cherish, or I perish. 

Like a fainting Lover dye. 

" Spare my life. Dear, I intreat thee. 
With sweet language I will greet thee, 

For to ease my mortal pain ; 
Then for ever I'le endeavour 

To forget thy gross disdain." Jini's. 60 

Printed for J. Deacon, at the sign of the Angel in Guilt-spur-streei. 

[In Black-letter. Date of publication, registered on 14th June, 1684. The first 
Eoxhuruhe hroadside possesses four cuts, viz. : I. Oiu- Cavalier of p. 63; 2. 
The Lady with a peaked head-dress, of p. 66 ; 3. The bathing nymph of p. 47 ; 
and 4. The fat flying Cupid of p. 50. Our present cuts belong to p. 95.] 




[Roxburghe Collection, II. 464 ; Huth, II. 113 : Douce, II. 222.] 

CI)e Crue JLDl3er'0 (15I)O0t. 

False Men do often prove unkind 

To those that would to them be true ; 
Then carefully my story mind. 

The like before you never knew. 

To THE Tune of, Tender Hearts of London- City. 

" T Adies all, behold and wonder 
I i At the pains that I lye under, 

Burning in a quenchless fire, 
What I endure there's none can cure 
But he whose person I admire. 

" Vertues in him still are shining, 
Though his pitty is declining, 

And his heart doth grow obdure; 
My tender heart doth feel the smart, 

That none but he himself can cure. 10 

" Now I languish in my trouble. 
And my sorrows they grow double, 

Night and day I do lament ; 
But his disdain creates my pain, 
And all my comforts circumvent. 

*' Not a Maid in all the nation 
Ever took more recreation, 

When I was from passion free ; 
But now in vain I may complain, 

For loosing of my Liberty. 20 

" Oh, that Love should have such power 
Maidens' freedoms to devour. 

Making captive who were free ; 
You maids, take care, of love beware, 
Least you in chains do lye like me. 

" Never did a slighting Lover 
So much cruelty discover 

As this Tyrant doth to me. 
Oh come, kind Death, and stop my breath, 

And end my pain and misery." 30 

As she sat thus discontented, 
Of all hopes she was prevented ; 

For Death, with his all-killing dart, 
Did give a stroak, which her heart broke, 

And so she dy'd with deadly smart. 

86 The True-Lover's Ghod. 

"When these tidings were brought to him, 
It was enough for to undo him ; 

Sorrow then did him surprize. 
" Oh then," he said, " What ! is she dead ? " 

The tears ran trickling from his eyes. 40 

" Since my Love is gone before me, 
She that did so miich adore me, 

I'le make hast with her to be ; 
Death's killing dart shall pierce my heart : 
My Love, I come, I follow thee ! 

" In this world I take no pleasure, 
But do grieve beyond all measure, 

'Cause I proved so unkind ; 
But she's gone, my joys are flown, 

And long I will not stay behind." 50 

Thus he sat with grief tormented, 
Her misfortune he lamented ; 

At last he struck his gentle breast, 
And sighing said, " lovely maid, 

How for my sake wert thou opprest! " 

Then to him her Ghost appeared. 
At which sight he greatly feared, 

Least he should be snatch'd away ; 
" Yet 'tis," said he, " but equity, ['"'>• " s-'"! i" 

Because my Love I did betray." 60 

Then on him the Ghost it seized, 
"Whose anger could not be appeased ; 

But away with him it flew. 
And through the ayr it did him bear, 

He had no time to bid adieu. 

Lovers all, but mind this story. 
That my pen hath lay'd before ye. 

And prove loyal unto death ; 
Then you will find content in mind, 

When you do loose your vital breath. 70 


Printed for /. Beacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street, without Newgale. 

[In Black-letter. Date, probably the end of 1684.] 

*^* Of the three original woodcuts the first is a Cavalier surrounded by pinks 
or carnations, given already on p. 63, Left ; the second is of a woman, resembling 
one on p. 82 ; the third is an inappropriate engraving, suggestive of wanton Vivien 
attempting to ensnare Merlin in a cave. More probably it was Guy of Warwick ; 
not " Good St. Anthony," cajoled by a tricksy sprite who compelled him to look 
at her : "A laughing woman, with two bright eyes, is the worstest devil of all." 


"From her false friemV s approach in Hades tifrii.'^ 87 

The picture is given later, with " Guy of Warwick," in the Group of Legendary 
Ballads. It was Ingoldsby (R. H. D. Barham, as if describing this cut) who sang 

St. Anthony sat on a lowly stool, and a book was in his hand ; 
Never his eye from its page he took, either to right or left to look, 
But with steadfast soul, as was his rule, the holy page he scanned. 

Final Note. — In this Roxburghe recension or Sequel of "Love's Lamentable 
Tragedy," Celia once more dies heart-broken, still grieving at Damon's neglect. 
Until close to the end she had not been disdainful of him, whom she threatened 
with retribution of her vengeful Ghost. It is terribly in earnest here, and the 
provocation scarcely appears to have been sufficient justification. But Feminine 
Ghosts were not amenable to reason. They " cut up rough" most capriciously 
and vindictively, as every body who held intercourse with the shadowy sisterhood 
acknowledged. For example : Dido dumb, in Hades, when ' pious ^neas ' came 
prematurely into her presence. One never could reckon on female ghosts tiirning 
out well. They were always worse, and never a bit better, than their capricious 
antecedents had been during lifetime. Even their sculls were apt to be less 
agreeable in a post-mortem condition than when earlier dowered with silky locks, 
and "padded o'er with flesh and f at " ; howsoever fatal such beauties might once 
have proved to be. We remember sympathetically the young man who, "in 
penance for past foUy, a pilgrim brisk and jolly, a foe to raelancholly," had been 
condemned to keep a woman's scull on his pillow, to awaken woful remembrance 
of mortality. But, if we are to trust the old jest-books, he bore his punishment 
with exemplary patience ; since he confessed that he matrimonially added a 
living body to the specified cranium. " The story is extant, and written in very 
choice Italian," or Hindostanee. Editors, being innocence itself, only hint this 
discreetly, and add no comment farther, when seeing that they approach the 
edge of ghastliness. Ghosts are kittle cattle to shoe behind, and possess some 
unamiable habits, unless belied. We shall know more about them when these 
Itoxburghe Ballads are completed. Until then, the fewest words are soonest mended. 
" Betwixt two worlds Life hovers, like a star 'twLxt night and morn ! " but for 
our own part, we count the present world's experience to be the deeper obscurity. 

We substitute a woodcut of a Ghostly Procession. Lively as Crickets : Bat and Bawl. 
(Solemn music resounds in the ears : " ii noise like to wet fingers drawn on gUiss. ") 

TAf u'orM oj the Dead i^ icuic : tvliy sliouUi tkcir 0/iosls jo:>Ch' h,\ / ' 



1130 Louc, Bo Life. 

rhillis, be gentler, I advise ! make up for time mis-spent ! 
When Beauty on its death-bed lies, 'tis high time to repent. 
Such is the malice of your Fate, that makes you Old so soon ; 
Your pleasure always comes too late, how early e'er begun. 

Think what a wretched Thing is she, whose Stars contrive in spite 
The morning of her Love should be her fading Beauty's night ! 
Then if, to make your ruin more, you'll peevishly be coy, 
Die with the scandal of a Whore, and never know the joy ! " 

— The Execration, a Song, by Earl of Rochester. 

ylJPID makes amends in this ballad for. much of his former 
perversity, and brings Phillis in a coming-on disposition (as you like 
it : "we would say), to the arms of her faithful Damon. It soothes the 
Ingenuous Reader to meet such a happy ending, after the peculiarly 
grim ghost of a former ballad had carried away her Damon to the 
tomb (p. 86); though if she held latent in life the vindictiveness 
she displays in her post-mortem state, the young man might have 
excusably kept a hemisjihere of distance between them : so long as 
he could. Let us hope that the lessons were found to be profitable. 
Even if they failed to warn men from matrimony, some people (three 
per cent.) may have been made happy. The declaration of Socrates 
was so terribly true: " Whether you marry, or leave it alone, you 
are sure to repent it!" Until we reach the ^'Scolding-Wives 
Group,^^ we need not enter fully on this alarming subject, and we 
must then carefully tile the Lodge for fear of any Xantippe intruding 
with 'vengeful nails. James Thomson alone considered that she 
might have been excusable, if not praiseworthy. It may be well 
to whitewash the hitherto-detested celebrity, but would anybody 
like to meet her on the other side of Acheron ? or even in some 
earthly " City of Dreadful Mght " ? Gloom overshadows the future. 
None know what mischief may occur, enslaving minds and silencing 
criticism, if ("girl-graduates" being already realized) we live to 
see " prudes for Proctors, dowagers for Deans," in the ensuing 
days of barbarism. ' Eminent women ' are coming alarmingly to the 
front, and when they enter Parliament, cheese-paring the grants, 
they will emasculate the British Museum Library, removing the 
Eoxburghe Ballads, Crebillon fils, and the Chevalier de Faublas 
(to Private Case, sub rosd) ; even "La Grande Mascarade Parisienne: " 

" That TjTant Girl, that Tyrant Girl ! 

With her plum-prim mouth, and her hair a-curl ! 

Arch despot she of a mawkish age. 

She lowers Art, and she spoils the Stage : . . 

Human Nature, on which she'd look. 

Must be strain'd through her copy-book." 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 375 ; Pepys Collection, III. 196.] 

m iloiJC, m 3Lifc. 

SDnmon comfomD in SDism^^. 

You that are adorn'd -vrith Beauty, 

Do not thus your Love disdain ; 
Count it not to be their duty 

For to Languish thus in pain. 

To THE TvyE OF, Tender Hearts of London Cifi/. 

J~\Amon in the sharles was waiting, 
With fair Phillis he was talking, 
Their discourse was terms of Love ; 
He was kind, as you shall find, 
And ever more did faithful prove. 

In his arms he did imbrace her, 
Vowing he wou'd ne'r disgrace her, 

But would still maintain the praise 
Of the creature, whose sweet feature 

Was the Glory of his days. 


90 JVo Love, no Life : 

ST^e Moman's Iflrplg. 

" Young men they will seem most grateful 
When their hearts are most deceitful ; 

Thus they draw Maids in a snare, 
And deceive them, thus they leave them. 

Fill their hearts with grief and care." 

" Oh my Love, I am more Loyal ; 
PhiUis, do but make a tryal ; 

I will ever constant be : 
The heart of mine is surely thine, 

I love none in the world but thee." 20 

Wc}Z Moman's Scronti Bcpb. 

'* How many maidens thus have died, 
When their Loves have them denied ? 

This we find of late is true, 
Then with tears, and frights, and fears, 
They sighing bid the world adieu." 

To escape from him she strived, 
Of his joys he was deprived, 

Grieving at her hye disdain ; 
He was vexed and perplexed, | 

Tet he call'd her back again. 30 i 

She regarded not his passion, 
Leaving him in desperation. 

Till sweet Cupid with his Bow 
Sent a Dart which pierc'd her heart. 

And said "it must and shall be so." 

When she found that she was wounded, 

She with sighs and sorrows sounded ; [=swoonc(i. 

Then again she did revive : 
She confessed, she was blessed 

With the sweetest man alive. 40 

" Here I sigh, lament, and languish, 
How can I endure this anguish ? 

I am in a Sea of woe ; 
This sad tryal, my denyal, 
Proves my fatal overthrow. 

" With what language did he greet me. 
And with smiles he did intreat me, 

Yet I still did him deny ; 
My disdain increase my pain, 

1 for love shall surely dye." 50 

Damon Comforted in Distress. 


All her sorrows thus he heared, 
Then he presently appeared ; 

She to him with comfort smil'd : 
Then with Kisses their sweet Blisses 

All their sorrows had beguil'd. 

Thus their hearts were both united, 
She with him was much delighted, 

Thus their troubles had an end. 
Sorrow ceased. Love increased, 

Cupid surely was their Friend. 


Printed for J. Deacon in Guilt-spur-street. 

[In Black-letter. Date, about 1684. Our Eoxburghe Collection broadside has 
three woodcuts : viz., 1st, the couple iu a park, our p. 44 ; 2nd, the Cavalier's 
Valentine, p. 67 ; and 3rd, the woman bathing, p. 47, R. Instead of these, 
we have inserted on p. 89 a different woodcut from " Cupid's Court of Equity," 
(Roxb. Coll., II. 57). In " The Lamentation of Cloris," a ballad (see p. 131) 
beginning, " My Shepherd's Unkind ! " had appeared a woodcut that may 
have originally belonged to a different issue of " No Love, No Life," as we 
judge by its label containing such words. The cuts below belong to our p. 72.] 


' ' Life is short, the wings of Time 
Bear away our early ])rinie ; 
Swift with them our spirits fly, 
The heart grows chill, and dim the eye. 
Seize the moment ! snatch the treasure ! 
Slack not haste for Wisdom's leisure ! 
Summer blossoms soon decay : 
' Gather the rose-buds while you may ! ' " 

— George Daniel, of Canonbury : Bentley Ballads. 

F another ballad appointed to be sung to the tune of " Tender 
Hearts of London City,'''' two versions, differing only in diction, 
are here given. The second text was promised on p. 325 of our 
Volume v., and is given on p. 96, for comparison. 

The favourite Love-ditties in Stuart days were frequently of 
melancholy texture, because they involved a stout hempen-cord, a 
sharp knife, a hole in the water, or a " louping o'er a lynn." One 
of these experiences formed the natural end of any estrangement or 
disquietude for the unhappy swain whom his lass had jilted : 

A Lover forsaken a new one may get. 

But a neck that's once broken can never be set. 

This timely remembrance averted many a catastrophe. The old 
ballad-writers gave ample supply of misery, in their tempting 
pennyworths of verse, exhibiting the sentimentalism of self-torturers. 
But this particular Devonshire Nymph, whose virtue and prudence 
anticipated those of Samuel Richardson's ' Pamela,' in all probability 
•was allowed by the Eumenides to enjoy life undisturbed by any 
silly qualms and abjectness of soul. She was more sensible than 
the Tennysonian " Lord of Burleigh's " Lady, of whom we hear that 

a trouble weigh'd upon her, 
And perplex'd her, night and morn, 
With the burden of an honour 
Unto which she was not born. 

On the contrary, the Devonshire Nymph rose to the occasion, and 
lived happily. A disappointed rival, jealous of "an interloper ! " 
calumniously insinuated that the Bride flaunted and coquetted 
recklessly with the Williamite oflicers when they returned from the 
Siege of Cork or the defeat at Landen. Also, that "the serge- 
weaver's Daughter " actually descended so far as to wear a " tower " 
of starched lace like "Orange Moll" herself, and an improperly- 
disposed assortment of black-patch " spots," such as she had scorned 
in the early days when she was too poor to buy them. We refuse 
to admit such spiteful Miss-representations of veritable history. 


[Pepys Collection, III. 256 ; C. 22. e. 2, fol. 219.] 

Crue 3lot3e €xMth : 


Z HDialogue bcttocrn a Courteous poung ijuiggt of tijt 
dtp of London atlD a Searge- Weaver^ s SDauggtCC 

of Devonshire. 

Sl^Eixiing ]^oSn tf)£ ^ouniDf Bnigfjt iiias tra&dlmg m Devon-shire, an"ti 
fell m ILobe iuftf a fair fHaiU tf)ere : f^otu \jz (Courteti fjcr to 6e 
Iji's iiHiss, 6ut sljc not gtclbtnrj to f)is Easctbfous tifsi'rcs, !)e iuas 
00 muci) m 3Lo&c irittf) Ijcr Fertile, tiiat ije fHarrgcti fjer, anti matJc 
f)er a £alig, antj carrgcli ijer to t|)e liing's Court at London, Jnljerc 
tijeg noSn litre m jog ant ijappmess. 

The Tt7ne is, Tender Searts \_of London City'], etc. 

ITie Aullwr Speaks. 

IE" the TFesif, in Devonshire, liv'd a Maid of Eeauty rare, 
Pretty Peggy was her name ; 
Every creature lov'd her nature,^ D^ggy there had all the Fame. 

94 True Love Exalted : 

Wheresoe're that you are walking, or of whatsoever talking, 

" Pretty Peggy " must come in ; 
So much Beauty, so much Duty, not to worship were a Sin. 

Fame,^ that many a one does flatter, told of this the truth o' the 

To a young and lovely Knight ; 
One lov'd Pleasure, more than Treasure, Beauty was his chief delight. 

Straight he was with Love involved, and to try it was resolved, 

if that Peggy would be kind ; 
But did never meet with ever such a Face, or such a mind. 

The Kniglit. 

When he first beheld the Creature, all her charms Avere lent by ISTature, 

neither Spots nor Tower she wore : ^^f- p- ^2. 

But was singing and a Spinning, at her poor old Father's door. 


When she saw him she retired, but his senses were so fired 

at the little interview ; 
" Stay! " he said, " thou lovely Maid, for now I swear report is true." 

Straight ways, then he [b]ent ^ unto her, and with all his art did 
wooe her, 

Kist her hands, and blest her eyes ; 
Profier'd * Treasure for his Pleasure, but, alas ! she still denies. 

Golden Promises he made her, and with vows would fain persuade her, 

but her vertue was too strong ; 
All his art n'er wrought her heart, though poor Peggy was but young. 

Quoth he, " Dear Peggy, be not cruel, to your self and me, my jewel ; 

Leave your homely Rural Sport. 
Be but mine, thou bhalt shine amongst the glorious Stars at Court. 

" All the pride of London City, that can make young ^ Ladies pritty, 

what the 'Change afi'ords that's rare. 
All shall be, my dear, for thee, and none with Peggy may compare." 

Fcggy' s Answer. 

"Sir," quoth she, "do not endeavour ! the poor Daughter of a Weaver 

has a heart of vertuous mould ; 
That no pride can draw aside, to be corrupted by your Gold." 

The Knight. 

" Then," quoth he, " dear Peggy, may be, you'll deny to be a Lady ? 

Tell me how that suites your mind ! " 
" Sir," quoth she, " my poor degree is still to humble thoughts 

The Courteous Knight and Devonshire Nymph. 95 

" For that," quoth he, " I ne'r will fault thee, but for humbleness 
exhalt thee ; 

Thou this day my Bride shall be." 
Then he tarryed till they marryed, and Lady Margaret was she. 

The Author. 

You may think her friends consented, and that she was well contented; 

And I'm sure so was the Knight : 
All the day they kiss and play, and God knows what they did at night. 

Now you see how she regarded, for her vertue how rewarded, 

Made a Lady for her parts ; 
Rais'd to power, without a Dower, only by her own deserts. 

You that would be great as she is, and would have a Knight as he is. 

Let her Vertues be your guide. 
To London fair they did repair, the Knight and his beloved Bride. 

Now she hath no other care, but to please her only Dear : 

Serve her Father and her Knight. 
All his Treasure's at her pleasure, he her joy, she his Delight. 

[Printed] for P. Broolcshy, at the Golden-Ball in Pye-eorner. 

[In Blact-letter. Four woodcuts : the knight on horse-back, and couple hand 
in hand, p. 84 ; girl at spinuing-wheel, p. 93 ; girl holding flower, p. 124. 
Date, probably, about 1690.] 

^ We borrow this correct reading (instead of our broadside's erroneous antici- 
pation of a line in the next stanza, " So much Beauty, so much Duty,") from the 
other version of this ballad, followed by Ambrose Philips, in the first volume of 
Old Ballads, 1723, p. 227. The said version is entitled " The Devonshire 
Nymph; or. The Knight's Happy Choice," etc. (see our p. 96). We here note 
such differences only as, being the preferable readings, are interpolated eclectically 
into our foregoing long-primer text. 

^ Our broadside reads " Fate ; " but " Fame" is the right word, from second 

3 Text has only " ent ; " a letter was dropt, from either " bent " or " went." 

* Text reads "ProfFer'd her Treasure." 

5 " Young " is from second version. Text reads erroneously ^^ proud Ladies." 

We now give the second version complete. It ends more abruptly 
than our adopted text, and lacks the three stanzas which form the 
true conclusion, they having been forgotten by the lady who 
supplied Ambrose Philips with the other verses. Date, circd 1690. 


Cbe DcDonsf)ice jOpmpfj; or, Cf)e IBinigbt's 

f^app2 Cfj0tce. Sfictot'ng |)otii a goung riclj ijtnigfjt fell m 
lotic taiti^ t\)c Daiigbtrr of a poor illHcafacr of .Devonshire, antJ 
for f}cr Bcautg anti Vixtm marri'ct) fjer. 

To THE TuxE OF, Tvudcr Hearts of London City. 

IN the "West of Devonshire, liv'd a Maid of Beauty rare, 
Prett)' Peggy was her name ; 
Ev'ry creature lov'd her nature, Peggy there had all the fame. 

Wheresoever I am walking, or of whatsoever talking, 

Pretty Peggy must come in ; 
She has so much Duty, and so much Beauty, not to worship were a sin. 

Fame, that oftentimes doth flatter, told the truth of all the matter 

To a young and worthy Knight ; 
One lov'd pleasure, more than treasure, Beauty was his sole delight. 

Straight in love he was involved, and to try he was resolved 

Whether Peggy would be kind ; 
But he did never meet with ever such a face, and such a mind. 

When he first beheld the creature, all her charms were lent by nature ; 

Neither Spots nor Tower she wore ; [Cf.v- 92. 

But she was singing, and a spinning at her poor old Father's door. 

When she saw him, she retired, but his senses all were fired, 

At the little interview ; 
" Oh stay ! " he said, " tluiu lovely maid, for now I swear report is true." 

Straightway then he did pursue her, and with all his art did woo her, 

Kiss'd her hands, and bless'd her eyes ; 
Proffer'd treasure for his pleasure : but, alas ! she still denies. 

Golden promises he made her, and with vows he did persuade her, 

But her virtue was so strong. 
That all his art ne'er touch'd her heart, altho' poor Peggy was hut young. 

" Dearest Charmer, be not cruel, to yourself and me, my Jewel ! 

Leave your homely rural sport, 
And be but mine, and thou shalt shine amongst the glorious Stars at Court. 

" All the Pride of London City, that can make young Ladies pretty. 

And what the 'Change affords that's rare, 
All shall be, my Dear, for thee, and none with Peggy shall compare." 

" Sir," said she, " do not endeavour ! the poor daughter of a Weaver 

Has a heart of vertuous mould ; 
Which no pride can draw aside, to be corrupted by your gold." 

" Then," said he, " Dear Peggy, may be, you'll deny to be a Lady : 

How does that now suit your mind? " 
" Sir," said she, " my low degree is still to humble thoughts confin'd." 

" For that," says he, " I ne'er will fault thee, but for humbleness exalt thee, 

Thou this day my Bride shall be ! " 
No longer they tarried, but were strait married, and Lady Margaret was she. 

You may think her friends consented, and that she was well contented ; 

And I am sure so was the Knight ; 
For all the day they sport and play : but what they did, God knows, at night. 

Ambrose Philiijs on * The Devonshire Nymjoh.' 97 


Note, on a resemllance to MartiaVs Epigram. 

Ambrose Philips expressed his admiration for this old ballad, of which he 
reprinted the version bearing the title of " The Devo»shire Nymph ; or, The 
Knight's happy Choice. Shewing how a young rich Knight fell in love with the 
daughter of a poor Weaver of Devonshire, and for her beauty and virtue marry'd 
her." The title differs in the Pepysian and British Museum broadsides, which 
we followed. Ambrose Philips in 1723 wrote :— " The many beauties as well as 
scarcity of this Song justly entitles \sic\ it to a place in this Collection ; for, 
having heard of it, I made it my business to search the whole Town over for it, 
but all in vain, till meeting with a Gentlewoman who us'd to sing it, she favour'd 
me with a copy of it. Its Eeauties I will not pretend to point out ; they are so 
obvious, and indeed so frequent, that we have not time to admire one, before 
another presents itself to our eyes ; and I believe those who are acquainted with 
Nature and easy Poetry will acknowledge they have them here in their utmost 
perfection. However, I cannot forbear taking notice of a beautiful Imitation of 
one of MartiaVs best Epigrams, in the three first lines [sic, i.e. in the first three 
lines] of the second stanza. The Epigram is this — 

VICQUID agit Rufus, nihil est, nisi Nctvia Eufo, 
Si gaudet, si flet, si facet, banc loquitur : 
Ccenat, propinat, poscit. negat, innuit, una est 

Ncevia : Si non sit Ncevia, mutus erit. 
Scriberet hesterna Patri, cum luce salutem, 
' Ncevia lux,' inquit, ' Ntevia nuraen, ave.' 
'_' For the benefit of my Female Ecaders, I shall give a Translation of this 
Epigram by a famous modern Hand, or rather an Imitation of it, for it is im- 
possible to translate the Beauties of the second Line : — 

♦ T ET Rnfus weep, rejoice, stand, sit, or walk, 
JU Still he can nothing but of Navia talk ; 
Let him eat, drink, ask questions, or dispute, 
Still he must talk of Ncevia, or be mute. 
He writ to 's Father, ending with this line, 
' I am, my lovely Ncevia, ever thine ! ' " 
Ambrosian comment we may add that it is Epigram LXIX. of the 
De Rufo et Ncevia ; quam misere amabat Rufus. He omits the end : — 
Hsec legit, et ridet demisso Ncevia viiltu. 
Navia non una est ; quid vir inepte furls ?] 

Our Spinning-wheel cut was originally part of the frontispiece to John Taylor's 
'^Praise of Hempseed," 1620 ; it descended, or rose, to adorn broadside ballads. 
The woman belongs to p. 11 ; its companion, reversed (a man), follows on p. 139. 

[To this 
First Book 



[Roxburglie CoUoction, IV. 1.3; Pepys III. 197; Iluth, I. 108.] 

jflora's ^lamentable passion 

enrotmro tcitS un^pfnfeable Bfop anti Comfoit. 

Flora she did sore lament, her Spirit did decay ; 
Strephon till'd her with coutent, aud cast all Grief away. 

To THE TrxK OF, Tender Hearts o/ London Citij. [See p. 80.] 

T^Lora, 's in her Grove she lyed, sij^hing, panting, thus she cryed, 

" Strephon, thou art fled from me ; 
O my Swain, I may complain, for thou dost prove unkind I see. 

" I was ever chaste and Loyal, 0, it is a grievous tryal, 

I'hat we should separated be : 
Cupid,'' 8 Dart hath pierc'd my heart, alas ! my joys are fled from me. 

" Here I sit in grief afflicted, by my love I am rejected. 

Sorrows hath compast me round : 
Insulting Death, come stop my breath, and let not grief in me abound." 

The pretty little Lambs lamented, seeming to be discontented. 

Hearing of her make this moan ; [flown. 

Quoth she, " My pain I can't contain, for all my joys from me are 

" He a thousand times hath kist me, and as many times has blest me. 

Calling me his only joy ; [destroy. 

But now I find he proves unkind, which doth my comforts quite 

Flora's Lamentable Passion. 99 

" With, sweet language thou did'st woe me, and with comforts did'st 

Yet thou proved'st most false I see ; [indue me, 

Remember now thy former vow, which thou did'st make in secresie. 

" I was never fond and fickle ! " Down her cheeks the tears did trickle, 

And her colour waxed pale, 
With complaint her heart did faint; quoth she, "I find my spirits fail." 

Slrephon's ^nsiucr to Florals Complaint. 

TIS" the midst of all her trouble Strephon did her joys redouble, 
With a sweet obliging way ; 
He did her greet, quoth he, "My sweet, my Love is free from all decay. 

" Floras, I do dearly love thee, I esteem no one above thee, 

Thou shalt have thy heart's delight. [and night. 

Then here's my hand, do thou command, and I wiU serve thee day 

" Though T seemed to be parted, yet I am more loyal-hearted. 

My Love is linked unto thee ; 
Take hand and heart, we'l never part, thou art my life and liberty. 

" Floras, I in heart adore thee, I prefer no one before thee, 

Thou hast a sweet obliging Eye ; 
I'le ne'r be cruel to my jewel, but be faithful till I dye. 

" Do not think that I will slight thee, I endeavour to delight thee, 

Nothing shall my love annoy ; 
I will nourish, and will cherish, my sweet Floras, my true joy." 

Printed for /. Deacon, at the Anc/el iu Guill-spur -street, without Newgate. 

[Black-letter. Four woodcuts: thefirst, onp. 47, Eight (woman bathing) ; the 
second (a shepherd) on p. 28 K. ; others on p. 98. Date, circa 1683.] 

*** We suppose the above to be a variation of the same theme as that of 
the ballad entitled, " Flora happily Eevived by Sirephon's Return ; " beginning, 
" When Phxbiis with her {sic) glittering Heams." (Pepys Coll., III. 193, same 
publisher, Jonah Deacon.) With a prelude-verse : — 

Strephon he was kind and Loyal, As we here may plainly see 
Every Blessing she is possessing, Both in Love and Unity. 

In our present ballad we might read the first line, " Flora, as in her grove she 
lyed," and believe the later use of " Floras " to be misprints. But the threefold 
recurrence of the word may indicate that the name itself is Floras, not Flora. 

This is the sixth and last of the ballads to be sung to the tune of " Tender 
Hearts of Loudon City," which we give in this Group. It is also the first of 
three in which Flora appears as the heroine, viz. " Flora's Lamentable Passion ; " 
— "Flora's Departure;" — and "Flora's Farewell." The woodcut of the 
Judgement of Paris, which the broadside publishers introduced into the present 
ballad, also appeared iu " The Souldier's Return " {Bagford Ballads, p. 339). 


jFIora's Departure* 

' ' Within a solitary Grove, despairing Sappho sate, 
Lamenting of her ill-pLic'd Love, and cursing of her Fate ; 
' In vain,' said she, * 1 would conceal the Conquest from his eyes : 
My looks, alas ! too plain reveal, what I would fain disguise. 

" ' Away, my eyes ! would you beti'ay the weakness of my Heart 
To one that will not Love repay, or e'er regard my smart ? 
But yet, how often hath he swore that he would constant prove ? 
IIow oft, with tears did he implore my pity, and my love ! 

" ' But he, like a proud Conqueror, who in his way subdues 

Some towns with his resistless pow'r, fresh Conquests now pursues. 

Then, Sappho, give thy sorrows o'er, and be thyself again ; 

And think on that vain Man no more, that could thy Love contemn.' " 

— Song of Sappho, composed by Daniel Purcel). 


.ANY Eallads meet us, that are appointed to be sung to the 
tune of " Young Phaon." Several are distributed throughout 
this volume, " The "Wandering Prince, Musidorus," being one ; 
and some had appeared in the two volumes preceding. As formerly 
mentioned, there were two distinct ballads or songs beginning 
with the woi'ds " Young Phaon," and with the same rhythm. The 
original belonged to Dr. Charles Davenant's Opera of " Circe," Act 
IV. scene 2, 1677. It was there sung by Circe's women. Music 
was specially composed for it by John Bannister, but in broadside- 
issue it bore name of a different ballad-tune, viz. " To the Tune 
of Amoret and Phillis ; " on which we offer a short comment 
of identification. But first to finish with Young Phaon. We give 
the original song, only borrowing the broadside title : — 

3£o&c'3 Conquest ; or, STake j^cr in tl^e ?l|umour. 

YOnng Phnon strove the bliss to taste, but Sappho still deny'd ; 
Siie struggled long, the Youth at last Lay panting at her side. 
Useless he lay, Love could not wait Till they could both agree; 
They idly lauguish'd in Debate, When they should active be. 

At last, " Come, ruin me ! " she cried, And then there fell a tear ; 
" I'll in thy breast my Blushes hide. Do all that Virgins fear ! 
0, that Age could Love's rites perform ! — We make old Men obey. 
They court us long : Youth does but storm, And plunder, and away." 

Written by Charles Davenant. 

The music, specially composed by John Bannister, was given in 
Playford's Choijce Ayres, Book ii. p. 10, 1679. The words are printed 
on a broadside, entitled (as above) " Love's Conquest ; or, Take her 
in the Humour." It is preserved in the Douce Collection (vol. i. 
fol. 128) at the Bodleian Library. The tune there assigned is of 
Amoret and Phillis. This, no doubt, refers to a song written by 
"Sir C. S.," that is, Sir Carr Scrope, not Sir Charles Sedley. 

Sir Can- Scrope's ' Amoret and Phillin.' 101 

(Probably by the former, as it is not given among Sedley's in the 
edition of 1702, and Scrope certainly wrote the prologue, beginning 
" Like Dancers on the Ropes poor Players are: " the initials apply 
to either writer.) The song began, '* As Amoret with Thyrsis sate." 
To this the music was composed by Nicholas Staggins, lor it to be 
sung by Busy, the waiting-woman, in Sir George Etherege's comedy, 
"The Man of Mode; or. Sir Fopling Flutter," Act v., scene 2. 
With the music it appears in the same volume of John Playford's 
Choyce Ayres, Book ii. p. 5, 1679. It is often called "Too Late 
Advice," and sometimes, *' Amoret's Advice to Phillis." When 
lengthened out into a ballad-broadside version (as in Pepys Coll., 
III. 240, and Douce Coll., I. 6 verso), licensed by Eoger L'Estrange, 
and printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wrigbt, and J. Clarke, it 
appeared with additional verses and a woodcut, under the title of 
"Amoret and Phillis; or. Two to One is Odds." It may suffice if 
we give the original as it appeared in the Comedy, dedicated to the 
Duchess of York, and acted at the Duke's Theatre, in 1676. 

^marrt's ^tiijfcc to pijiUfs. 

{Song hij Sir C. S.) 

AS Amoret with Phillis sate, one evening, on the plain, 
And saw the charming Sfrephon wait, to tell the Nymph his pain : 
The threat'ning danger to remove, she -whisper'd in her ear, 
" Ah, Fhillis ! if you would not love, this Shepherd do not hear ! 
This Shepherd do not hear ! " 

"None ever had so strange an art, his Passion to convey 
Into a list'ning Virgin's heart, and steal her Soul away. 
Fly, fly betimes ! for fear you give occasion for your Fate ! " 
" In vain," she said, " in vain I strive. Alas ! 'tis now too late. 
Alas ! 'tis now too late." 

After which Song a comment follows, from Dorimant and Harriet : 

" Musick so softens and disarms the Mind, 
That not one Arrow does resistance find." 

Mr. William Chappell printed another ballad about Phillis and 
Phaon, beginning "Young Fhaon sate upon the brink." It was 
entitled, "The Constant Lover's Mortal Mistake; " to the Tune of 
Young Phaon (probably John Bannister's music, mentioned already). 
It appeared in these Roxhurghe Ballads, vol. iii. p. 557. It is a 
lugubrious ditty, containing a totally unnecessary double-suicide 
of the Pyramus and Thisbe order. Critically, men of the world 
may prefer our Sappho and Phaon's way of lite ; but tastes difter. 

We are not compelled to suppose that either the Phaon or the 
Phillis of yet another Roxhurghe Ballad, " The Loving Shepherd 
Phaon's Petition to Beautiful Phillis " (given later on p. 143 of this 
Group), is necessarily the same person as any one previously 
mentioned in these ballads. Each lover must be responsible for 

102 Phaons and PldlHses hnoicn to Busjj Fame. 

his own peccadilloes and be exempted from other affiliated mis- 
demeanours. Otherwise, complications arise. Phaon, lover of Sappho, 
might become weary, try a chauge of diet, and turn to Phillis for 
consolation, after she had found the vows of Strephonnn satisfactory, 
so that she left him, a derelict to be boarded and towed into port by 
the fair and fragile Amoret, who seems to have had some awkward 
former experience of his persuasiveness. Next, Phaon, having 
grown disgusted with the whole business, goes to sleep, and Phillis 
takes the opportunity uninterruptedly to stab herself. Finally, 
Phaon, awaking too late, takes to the water like a duck, or some 
other web-footed familiar biped, and ends the dramatic embroglio, 
as a fellow de sea. But this is having things considerably mixed, 
beyond our liking ; though we unhappily live in a bemuddled 
pseudo-philosopliic age, ever anxious to extract all its sunbeams out 
of cucumbers, and disinclined to swallow its fiction neat, like 
Talisker's whisky, while diluting it with moral strictures, and 
resolving Nursery Fables into dreary Sun-myths, or pedantic Folk- 
Lore Legendry. "Well, perhaps the Roxhurghe Ballad may suit 
better because it is purely allegorical, Flora being the goddess in 
contest with Winter. " And a very good Pallad too ! " 

%* The tune of [ 7/7/c«] Busie Fame hnvin^f been mentioned for this halliul to 
be Sling to it, as an alternative, and the broadside version being already reprinted 
{Eoxhurghe Ballads, iii. p. 568), we here give the whole of the Original Song, to 
which the music was composed by Thomas Farmer, as printed in John Playford's 
Fifth Book of Clioice Ayres, p. 19, 1684. It bears no title : — 

Busfc Jame. 

Wllen busie Fame o're all the plain Velindd's praises rung, 
And on their oaten pipes each Swain her matchless iJeauty sung. 
The envious Nymphs were forc'd to yield, " She held the sweetest Face ! " 
No emulous disputes were held, but tor the second place. 

Young Cnridon, whose stubborn heart no Beauty e'er could move, 
But smil'd at Cupid's Bow and Dart, and brav'd the God of Love, 
Would view this Nymph, and pleas'd at first such silent Charms to see, 
With Avonder gaz'd, then sigh'd, and cnrs'd his Curiosity. 

The broadside ballad is entitled, " Coridon and Tarthenia, the Languishing 
Shepherd made Happy; or, Faithful Love Rewarded." These cuts belong to p. 112. 


[Roxburghe Collection [B. H. Bright's Supplement], IV. 14. Probably unique.] 

iflora's SDeparture; 

Cold Winter with his Icy looks bids Flora to be gone ; 
And bath no more in silver Brooks, for Frost is coming on. 

The Tune is, Young Fhaon : or, {When'] Bicxie Fame. [See pp. 100, 102.] 

DAme Flora, in her rich array, to Winter now gives room, 
Who strips her of her Robes so gay, that had such sweet perfume ; 
He with his Icy Beard coaies in, and looking her upon. 
To greet her thus he doth begin, " Proud Flora, now begone ! " 

But Flora, loath to leave the Streams, wherein she took delight. 
And banish'd be from Cynthia's Beams, but slowly took her flight : 
" Why should I leave the Plains," (quoth she), " that once I made 

so fine, 
And decked them most gorgeously ? why dost thou call them thine ? 

" Why must I leave the warbling Notes of my beloved Quire, 
That still would sing within the Woods what Tune I did desire ? 
Oh ! stay awhile, cold Winter, till these pleasure all decline, 
And when thy Floods the Rivers fill, my pleasures i'le resign." 

" Go, go, proud Flora, post away, make haste and hence begone ! 
Believe me what I now do say, ray Floods are coming on : 
Long time you raign'd in glory here, while I lay lurking by. 
You in your time did Domineer ; so, Flora, now will I." 


Flora's Departure. 

" Old Winter, prithee, stay awhile, be not so harsh to me ; 
For thou should' st never take my place while Leaves are on the Tree ; 
My Company is more esteem'd ten thousand times than thine, 
For they that once to me are wean'd will ne'r with thee combine.'' 

" Is this a time to prate to me, now coming into power ? 
I'le blast all that belongs to thee, and will thy joys devour : 
I'le Freeze thy pritty bubling Springs, that by ihee us'd to glide, 
And wither all those lovely things that puff' d thee up in Pride. 

" I'le take possession of thy Bowers, wherein thou didst remain ; 
And make them swim with floating showers, & mighty Storms of Kain : 
Yea, where thou us'dst to Bath thy self, there Bocks of Ice shall be ; 
Lovers no more shall joy themselves beneath the Myrtle Tree." 

" Thou Frosty-bearded Winter, I will tell thee once again, 
Thy mighty Floods I'le quickly dry, and suck up all thy Bain : 
I'le thaw the Springs which thou dost freeze, and guild my Plains 

once more, 
I'le cause fresh Leaves upon the Trees, then thou wilt me adore. 

" For couldst thou once thy will obtain, thou wouldst me banish quite, 
The Avorld should empty be of grain, such is thy deadly spight : 
No Fruits should then in Europe be, man's Pallat for to please, 
Which makes so many envy thee, for such-like tricks as these." 

" I know, fair Flora, that thou art belov'd far more than I, 
To speak the truth, 'tis thy desert, with thee i'le now comply : 
Yet must thou give me leave a while in Power for to remain, 
Tiien thou shult come again and smile, upon the flowery Plain." 

Printed for /. Deacon, at sign of the Angel in Guiltspur- street, without Newgate. 

[Black-letter. Five woodcuts : first, the bathing nymph of p. 47 R ; second, the 
Judgement of Paris, p. 98 ; third, a cherub's head blowing wind ; fourth and 
fifth on p. 103. Date uncertain, circa 1683. The cut here belongs to p. 113.] 


[Eoxb. Coll., II. 160 ; III. 444 ; Pepys, III. 7 ; Euing, 120, 121 ; Douce, I. 78 

and 80 ; Wood, E. 25, fol. 48.] 

jflora's ifaretoel ; 

"Wherein he doth greatly Complain, 
Because his Love was spent in vain. 

To A Delicate Tune ; or, A thousand times my love commend.^ 

' 'PLORA, farewel ! I needs must go, 

for if with thee I longer stay, 
Thine eyes prevail over me so, 

I shall grow blind, and lose my way. 

' Pame of thy beauty and thy Youth, \-'~>>''"J- "and thy Fame." 

to seek for love hither brought me ; 
But when in thee I found no truth, 

it was no boot for me to stay. 8 

' E'ow I'm ingag'd by word and oath, 

a servant to another's will ; 
Yet for thy sake would forego both, 
would'st thou be sure to love me still. 

1 The tune mentioned takes its name from (Roxh. Coll., I. 90) the first line of 
an already printed Eoxburghe Ballad (i. 271), written hy Martin Parker, viz. 
"The Distressed Virgin; or, The False Young Man and the Constant Maid. 
To an excellent new Tune." Entered, as jg-issued, on 1st June, 1629. Our 
ballad was written by Laurence Price; Wood's copy alone is initialed, " Z. P." 


106 Mora's Farewell: 

" But what assurance can I have, 
of thee, who, seeing my abuse, 
In that ■which Love desires to crave, 

may leave me with a just excuse. 16 

"Por thou must say, ' 'Twas not thy fault, 

that thou didst so unconstant prove ; j 

Thou wert by mine example taught >J 

to break thy Oath and leave thy Love.' | 

*' No, Flora, no, I will recall, 'i 

the former woi"ds which I have spoke, 
And thou shalt have no cause at all, 

to hamper me in Cupicfs Yoak. 24 

" But since thy Humour is to range, C^'"''-. " Honom." 

and that thou bear'st a wavering mind, 
Like to the Moon, with thee I'lo change, 
and turn I can with every wiud. 

" Henceforth blind fancy I'le remove, 
and cast all sorrow from my heart, 
Young men to dye for doting love 

1 hold it but a foolish part. 32 i 

" Why should I to one Love be bound, 
and fix my thoughts on none but thee ? 
Whenas a thousand may be found, 
that's far more fair and fit for me. 

" Though I am but a Shepherd swain, 
my mind to me doth comfort bring ; 
Feeding my flock upon a plain, 

I triumph like a j)etty King. 40 

"No Female Rat shall me deceive, 
nor catch me by a crafty wild ; 
Though I do love, yet I can leave, 
and will no longer be beguil'd. 

" Flora, once more, farewel, adieu ! 
I so conclude my Passion song : 
To thy next love see that thou prove true, 

for thou hast done me double wrong." 48 

The Second Part : To the same Tune. 

JFafr iflara's 3lns$ricx to tf)e Sljrpljerti's Song, 
ISiibcrcm sljc sljotos tljat Ije l)atl) tone tlje iiircinrj. 

" TJ^Ye, Shepherd, fye ! thou art to blame, 
_r To rail against me in this sort ; 
Thou dost disgrace a Sweet-heart's name, 
to give thy Love a false report. 

Tlie Shephercrs Love-passion Song. 107 

" There was a Proverb used of old, 

and now I find it is no lye ; 
' One tale is good, till another's told : ' 

she that loves most is least set by. 56 

" A brief Description I will tell, 
of thy favour, love and flattery ; 
And how at first thou did'st excel, 
with cunning tricks and policy. 

" But ! that flattering tongue of thine, 
and tempting eye sought to entice, 
And to ensnare this heart of mine, t"'"'^- "the." 

and bring me in Fool's Paradice. 64 

" When thou at first began to Wooe, 

and with thy skill my Patience try'd ; 
You thought there was no more to do, 
but presently to up and ride. 

" Thou said'st that I was fair and bright, 
and fitting for thy Marriage-Bed ; 
Thou fed'st my fancy with delight, 

thinking to have my Maiden-head. 72 

" But when thou saw'st thou could'st not get 
the gem that thou desir'dst to have. 
My company thou didst refrain, 
like to a false dissembling Knave. 

" Whereby I answered thus, and said, 
to shun the cause of further strife ; 
I would contain myself a Maid, 

until such time I was made a Wife, 80 

" And since you my poor mind have crosst, 
you may bestow you as you will. 
Shepherd, farewel, there's nothing lost, 
I am resolv'd to say so still. 

*' Blind Cupid, with his wounding Dart, 
could never make me sorrow feel ; 
I'le not lay that unto my heart, 

that others shake off with their heel." 88 

[By Laurence Price.] 

VrvniQ^iox A. Milboiirn, W. Onley,SLnA.T. Thackerai/, atthe Ant/elm Diick-Zaiie. 

[Black-letter. Two woodcuts, p. 105. Date, circd, 1656. The second Eoxbiirghe 
copy is modern and inferior, n.p.n. Eiiiug's first copy agrees with ours ; his 
second copy was printed earlier for F. Coles on Snow-Hill ; as was also AYood's, 
which aloue is initialed " Z.F. " ; probably of first issue. Charles I. is on p. 105.] 


amarillis, anti LoDe in tbc T5lo,5oom. 

" AmarilUs I did woo, and I courted FliUlis too ; 
Daphtie for her love I chose ; Chloris, for that damask rose, 
In her cheek I held as dear ; yea, a thousand liked, well near ; 
And in love with all together, feared the enjoying either : 
'Cause to be of one possess' d barr'd the hope of all the rest." 

—George Wither : The Mistress of PhiV arete, 1622. 


JL the next three Roxburghe Ballads one and the same tune 
belongs (music by Henry Lawes), although the varying names 
assigned to it niiglit have seemed to mark distinctions. (1) 
AmarilUs; (2) Phillis on the ncio-made hay ; or, (3) Amintas on 
the new-made hay : for 1 bus it is sometimes eiToneously designated, 
for instance in " The True-Lover's Happiness " of our p. 116. The 
ballad yielding the second tune-nanie, FliiUifs on the new-made hay, 
was written by one J. P. ; not L. Price. He may have been John 
Playford, the musician, and the same "J. P." who wrote our 
ballad "Love in the Plossom ; " and also "The Spring's Glory," 
beginning, " Kow that bright Fhccbus his rayes doth displaye " 
(Koxb. Coll., II. 442 ; Huth Coll., II. 95) : given on p. 137. By a 
different " J. P." (who was as unlikely to have been a Justice of the 
Peace as he was to be John PLayford, or John Philips) was written 
another ballad entitled " The World's Wonder," an account of two 
very Old Men who were said to have dwelt at Tholouse, giving 
forth prophecies of what was to happen in 1680, and the next 
following years. It begins, " Strange News to England lately 
came " (Boxb. Coll., II. 526). It is to the tune of. My hleeding 
heart loith grief and care; named from one of Martin Parker's 
popular ditties, already reprinted (see Roxh. Ballads, iii. 23). Yet 
another ballad written by J. P. (again John Playford ?), of date 
1651-55, is in The Book of Fortune Collection, entitled "A 
Fairing for Maids;" beginning, "All you brave damsels, come, 
lend your attention." Tune, He that hath the most money, etc. 

Of the Phillis ballad we know one broadside specimen (Boxb. 
Coll., II. 85). It also was reprinted in an earlier volume of this 
series, by the former Editor (in Boxh. Ballads, iii. 620), where the 
tune-names are (1) its own, Phillis on the new-made hay, and (2) 
AmarilUs, as in our present ballad. The title of the broadside 
version was "The Coy Shepherdess; or, Phillis and Amintas." 
Mr. William Chappell had also given the music of the tune in 1855, 
in his Popular Music of the Olden Time (p. 284). But the original 
words of the "AmarilUs" not having been given, at either place 
mentioned, we now add them from the 1670 edition of Merry 

J. F.'s Amarillis, and Love in the Blofisom. 109 

Drollery, Compleat. They were not, and could not possibly be, 
contained in the 1661 edition of Merry Drollery, insomuch as the 
song was written by Thomas Porter in 1663, to be sung by Maria 
in the second act of his play entitled " The Villain." Printed in 
1665, ^^ Amarillis and Colin'''' is there styled 

% CTatc]^. 

Amarillis told her Swain — Amarillis told her Swain 
-^ That in Love he should be plain, and not think to deceive her ; 
Still he protested, on his truth, that he would never leave her. 
" If thou dost keep thy vow," quoth she, " and that thou ne'er dost leave me, 
There's ne'er a Swain in all the plain that ever shall come near thee 
For garlands and embroider'd scrips : for I do love thee dearly ! 
But, Colin, if thou change thy love — Colin, if thou change thy love, 
A Tigress then I'll to thee prove, if e'er thou dost come near me ! " 
" Amarillis, fear not that! for I do love thee dearly." 

John Playford, in his Second Book of Select Ayres (p. 25), 1669, 
gives the music that was used for another song, composed by Henry 
Lawes, and accompanying the words '■^Amarillis, tear thy hair," &c. 

ILobc's ISomg passion. 

{Music composed by Mr. Henri/ Zawes. ) 

Amarillis, tear thy hair, beat thy breast, sigh, weep, despair ! 
-^-*- Cry, cry, "Ay me ! Is Daphne dead ? 

I sec a paleness on his brow : and his cheeks are drown'd in snow ; 
"Whither, whither are those Eoses fled ? 
my heart ! how cold, how cold he's growne ! 
Sure his lips are turn'd to stone. 
Thus, thus then, I offer up my blood, 
And bathe my body in his shrowd : 
Since living accents cannot move, 
Know Amarillis, know Amarillis dy'd for Love." 

In the volume of Tixall Poetry, compiled by Arthur Clifford in 
1813, from MSS. preserved in Staffordshire, on p. 277, is yet 
another Amarillis Song, or Duet between her and Thirsis. It is 
entitled, " To [i.e. On] Mrs. Gertrude Aston's Happy Condition, 
when with Mrs. Eliza Thimelby," and begins, ^'Amarillis, you 
express, in your lookes, such happiness," etc. 

There can be no reasonable doubt that the same J. P. wrote 
'' Phillis on the new-made Hay," and "Love in the Blossom." 
The latter is in itself a charming Idyll, and, like the other, is 
preserved in one single known exemplar. As with nearly all the 
ballads in this Group, we are the first to reprint it. We shall 
begin our Group of Naval Ballads with his "Jovial Mariner," 
similarly signed "J. P." 


[Roxburghe Collection, IT. 315. Apparently unique.] 

3Lot)e in tt)e Mo^somt : 

£)r, i^ancp in tf)t BuU. 

Containing a ^rdto, ^Dlrasant nnti Gcltglitful (Courtslji'p, bcttoiit 
ttoo ijcrg noung (but trulu amorous) Eobrrs, being persons of bcro 
35minent ^uali'to (at tfjn'r Crst entrance into Cupid's Scf)aol). 

To THE Tune of, AmarilUs told her Swain. [Written by] J. P. 

ONe Suramei" eveninfj, fresh and fair, 
Walking out to take the ayre, 
JSTear to the Court, where Gallants sport, 

I carefully did wander, 
Whereas in State two Lovers sate, 
Like Hero and Leander. 

Love in the Blossom. Ill 

It was under a pleasant shade, 
Where this prety couple plaid ; 
They did not fear to be betray'd, 

Nor had not yet espi'd me ; 
To hear them prattle down I laid, 

And closely I did hide me. 12 

They were both of tender age, 
In love's affairs for to ingage ; 
Yet Cupid'' s craft, with feather'd shaft, 

Had wounded them at distance ; 
No humane art can cure the smart : 

In vain was their resistance. 18 

This young Gallant- stripling sate 
By his loving Lady-mate, 
And amorously began to prate ; 

He had both time and leisure : 
With, kisses sweet their lips did meet ; 

Wherein they took great pleasure. 24 

She in Clotli of Gold did shine. 
And her Beauty seem'd divine, 
I often wisht she had been mine, 

Fain would I be his Taster ; 
But not one bit, that I could get. 

'Twas meat fit for my Master. 30 

Having now both time and place 

Lovingly for to imbrace, 

This Gallant's care was to prepare 

The art of Love to show her : 
Then near I stept and closely crept, 

And thus I heard him woe her. 36 

" TTvEarest Love and Lady mine, 
\j Let our hearts in one combine ; 
Within your brest my soul doth rest. 

Great Cupid hath betray'd me : 
To kill or cure, 'tis in your power. 

Your Captive he hath made me. 42 

'* At your mercy now I lie, 
Grant me Love, or else I die ; 
By [the] virtue of your eye. 

Dear heart, in love I languish ; 
Then be not coy, my only joy. 

But heal me of my anguish." 48 

112 Love in the Blossom. 

THen she made this sweet reply, 
" A stranger unto Love am I, 
Good Sir, forbear, let me not hear 

Of bondage at this season : 
The Ciprian Boy shall not destroy 

My freedome and my Reason. 54 

"But if ever I should prove 
Subject to the God of Love, 
Methiuks my mind is so incHn'd 

Your Courtship is so moving — 
No one but you, wliora I do know. 

Shall teach me th' art of loving." GO 

Then he was quick to speak again, 

"Whilest his hopes afresh remain ; 

He sometimes kist, and sometimes mist. 

According as she struglod ; 
But had they stai'd. I'me half afraid, 

His joyes he would have doubled. 66 

Now to break off their delight. 
They saw coming in their sight 
Another pair, both fresh and fair. 

Of spruce and amorous Lovers ; 
And being met, they made no let, [=hm(lrance. 

But all their love discovers. 72 

Then they walked hand in hand. 
Subject all to Love's command; 
I could not lye, but up got I, 

To see some further sport. Sir : 
'Twas almost dark, when o're the Park 

I see them pass to th' Court, Sir. 78 

Then I wisht that I had there 

Such a pretty Lady near, 

To court and kiss, to hit and miss, 

As others had been wooing ; 
But all in vain I might complain, 

For I could not be doing. 84 

[Printer's name cut off, and no other copy yet discovered, by -which to supply the 
deticiency. In Black-letter, with three woodcuts, of which two are on p. 
102 ; the third is on p. 110. Date, probably not long after 1673, or earlier.] 

%* Instead of Introduction to " Fancy's Freedom," a Note is added on p. 114. 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 114. Perhaps unique.] 

fancy's jFiettiom; 


lEiartIg set fortlj m t!jc fai'tljful anb constant afCectfon of a ffientle- 
man's bau^litcr, in!jo fell in 3Laiic ini'tfj Ijer iFntf}Er's Scriiinc[=nian, 
s|)0 t^&i'ng a Cijottsanla pounb left Ijcr fig an Mncle, anli l)oin tljeg 
fajere niarrfcti (notlni'tlistantiinej all opposition) anb li&"t( l)apptlg 
to tl)eir l)£arts' content. 

In spite of Fate, True Love shall crowned be, 
And wear a Garland for its loyalty. 

Tdi^e OF, AmartlUs, or, Phillis ontheneio-madehay, ^~c. [Seep. 108.] 

ALL in the West of England fair, I heard a story of a pair 
Of Lovers, that united were, in heart and true affection, 
'Twas Cupid\s darts did wound their hearts, and brought them in 

A young man being left forlorn, though of good Parents he was born, 
Yet did he count it for no scorn to look out for a Master ; 
For every sore must have a salve, and every wound a plaister. 

He many days had not remain'd before a service he had gain'd. 
And bravely he was entertain'd, the story is apparent : 
A Master free of high degree did take him for his servant. 

Where he behav'd himself so well, that all the rest he did excel : 
I^ow who but John must bear the bell ! his Master lov'd him dearly : 
Both great and small would for him call, 'twas he they fancy'd 

But mark what after came to pass, his Master's only Daughter was 
A gallant buxome lively Lass, and fancy'd John most neatly, 
'Cause he was gay, and knew the way to please a Maid compleatly. 

"0! Jolm,''^ quoth she, "I must be bold, my mind to thee for to 

Thy Love I value more than Gold ; then, prethy, John, befriend me ! 
For why, thou hast my heart in hold : grant love, or death will 

end me." 

When John had heard her speak the same, he thought it best to 

mind his game ; 
Quoth he, " Most dear, and Lady fail', I think you do but jeer me ; 
To bring me into Cupid'' s snare, and leave me there, I fear thee. 


114 Fancy's Freedom. 

"Besides, you know, my fortune's low, and you are far too high to bow. 
If that your father should it know, what think you woukl betide me ? 
Some woful fate, besides his hate : he never would abide me." 

"Pish! fye ! " quoth she, "you know T have enough to keep us 

fine and brave ; 
"What though my father tear and rave, we need not fear his anger : 
Since we have Gold, thou maist be bold, therefore dehay no longer. 

" A thousand pound my own must be, left by my Uncle unto me, 
All which I freely give to thee, if thou wilt joyn in marriage, 
Because, I see, thou art to me a man of comely carriage." 

" Then, Lady, here's my heart and hand, I am your servant at 

Your meaning well I understand, which sets my heart on fire ; 
Though friends oppose, I fear no foes, you shall have your desire." 

And then they did exchange a kiss, in token of true Lover's bliss, 
And there agreed that with all speed in hast[e] they will be married, 
Ik'cause delays doth danger breed : they long enough had tarried. 

Next morning John did steal awiiy his dearest love and Lady gay ; 
Whilst the Sun shin'd for to make hay, for fear of blustring weather ; 
Where at that tide he wed his bride, and they were joyn'd together. 

But when her father heard the news, for very grief he could not chuse, 
I do presume, but fret and fume, he a'most was distracted ; 
Because his only Daughter was unto his man contracted. 

But by perswasions of a friend, they brought the matter to good end, 

Her father he at last did bend, and yielded to assist them ; 

Since 'twas too late to cross their fate, or strive for to resist them. 

And now they live in mirth and joy, free from care and all annoy, 
Belov'd of all, both great and small, the Country round about them : 
The old man he will not agree to live one day without them. 

Printed for VF[m]. Whitivood at the Golden-Lyon in Duch-Lane. 
[Black-letter. Three woodcuts, two on p. 78, one on p. 107. Date, circa 1670.] 

*** We find a similar incident, of a Lady descending from her own station 
(as Robert Browning's "Kate the Queen " was meditating) in " Love's Downfall," 
and other forthcoming ballads. In real life, and also in Henry Cockton's romance 
of " The Love-Match," 1845 (whereof we are reminded by our friend and Reader, 
Mr. W. M. Wood), these mesalliances generally end badly. The 'groom gets to 
be ' elevated ' in more ways than one. His former occupation suited a person of 
' stable ' mind, but his later affections wear a different livery. He had felt more 
at home, while " taking mine ease in mine Inn," perhaps the Three Jolly 
Pigeons, than when free to ramble "up-stairs, down-stairs, and in my Lady's 
chamber." He made claim to the silk-purse, no doubt ; but the original sow's- 
ear was not to be forgotten. Hence came his backslidings, for Natm-e refused to 
be expelled with a hay-fork. 


CJje Crue LotJet'g ©appiness; or, Jl^otfjing 
Ocnture i^otfiing: ^aDe. 

' When first Amintas charm'd my heart, the heedless sheep began to stray ; 
The wolves soon stole the greatest part, and all will now be made a prey. 
Ah ! let not Love your thoughts possess, 'tis fatal to a Shepherdess ; 
The dangerous passion you must shun, or else like me be quite undone." 

— Sir Geo. Etherege's Man of Mode, 1676. 

'UK motto Song, composed by Dr. Nicholas Staggins, is in Choice 
Ayres, v. 38. We have already (on p. 108) given the clue to the 
words and tune of "Amintas" or "Phillis on the new-made hay." 

As to the alternative tune mentioned, " Loyal Lovers," it would 
not he safe to specify what ballad it came from — there being a 
large number of Loyal Lovers figuring in titles at that period — 
unless we found them conjoined with the first-named tune, " Phillis 
on the new-made hay," or " Amarillis." This we do, in "A new 
Love-song and a true Love-song," by Thoaias Jones, beginning, 
"Loyal Lovers, listen well," to the tune of Colin and Amarillis 
(Ouvry Collection, I. 19). 

Other examples of Loyal Lovers we may name, 1. — "The 
Languishing Lamentation of Two Loyal Lovers," beginning, " Now 
fare thee well, my dearest dear ! " (Pepys Coll., V. 322), and 
2. — "The False-hearted Lover who lately Courted a Damsel in 
Wood's Close, near St. John's Street," beginning, "Loyal Lovers, far 
and near." 3. — "The distracted Young Man ; or. The Overthrow 
of two Loyal Lovers; " beginning, "I loved one both beautiful and 
bright ; " to the tune of " Sighs and groans, and melancholy moans " 
(which comes from Roxb. Coll., II. 255). Four other ballads begin, 
"You Loyal Lovers all;" and one (Roxb. Coll., IV. 19), to the 
tune of Bighifs Farewell, or, Noio the Tyrant, begins, " Come all 
Loyal Lovers, so courteous and free : " which was given on p. 70. 

Exactly similar in subject with our "True-Lover's Happiness" is a 
Pepysian ballad (Pepys Coll., III. 61), entitled, " The Two Constant 
Lovers; or, The 'Prentice obtain'd his Master's Daughter by True 
Love and Loyalty." It begins, " Come, listen to me, my true Love." 
Tune of, As I walked forth to take the air (see a later page). Printed 
for J. Blare, at the Looking-Glass on London Bridge : with prelude, 

The Father thought to separate 
His 'Prentice from his Daughter ; 
But their affections were too great : 
Then listen what comes after. 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 486 vn-so ; Pepys, IV. 51 ; III. 20 ; Huth, II. 115 ; 
Euing, 191 ; Eawlinson, 27 ; Douce, i/«.] 

€l)e due ILo'otfs i^appiness* 

iI5orDntg Fnmiit, jl^otfiing !^aUe. 

Sljotomg fjoto an Slpprcnti'rr malic iolli to roiirt Ijis iHastcr's 
Baugijtft, got \)n rjooti toill, anli marn'cti \)£x unknoinn to |)cr 
^Sarrnts ; mt aftrrtoarts \)n fatljrr scci'nrf tijro lotict) carl) otijct so 
rntirdu, Ijc gabc tljcm a ronsitirvabk portion of nionco to set up 
iDilf}, anti noli) tljfo libe in a Ijappo conliition. ^Tijts man scrtie for 
a pattern for otljcrs. 

Their complenients to you I will rehearse, 
According as they are printed down in verse. 

TuifE OF, Amintas \_PhilUs~\ on the new-made Hay ; or, Loyal Lovers. 


OH, my Dearest ! come away, 

_ And hearken what thy love doth say ! 
As I am here, I vow and swear 

I kindly will embrace thee ; 
Thou need not fear, my only dear, 

that I shall e'er disgrace thee. 

The True Lover s Happiness. 117 

" I'le be as honest as the day, 
Thy vertues I will not bewray, 
No face alive shall e're deprive 

nae of my dearest jewel : 
If thou deny, I sure shall dye ; 

then be not thou so cruel. 12 

" Many years I loved thee ; 
Therefore, dearest, pitty me ! 
Thy very frown doth cast me down, 

thy smiles again revive me : 
Thou hast my heart where'er thou art ; 

then don't of love deprive me." 18 


"0 fie, thou simple 'Prentice boy, 
How durst thou with me tick and toy ? 
Or be so bold thus to unfold 

unto thy master's Daughter ? 
If he should know, 'twould breed thy woe ; 

then what will follow after ? 24 

" I am my Father's own delight, 
This you may understand aright ; 
No Daughter he hath else but me, 

which makes him highly prize me ; 
Therefore, be mute, leave off thy suit, 

I friendly do advise thee. 30 

" My father's anger pray you shun. 
Least you are utterly undone ; 
The prison-grate will be your fate, 

if you run such adventures ; 
Besides all this, if maids you kiss, 

you forfeit your indentures.'' 36 


*' Prithee, dearest, do not flout ; 
At faster next my time is out ; 
And then I swear I will not care 

for Master nor such Histories : 
But a wife I'le have, my life to save, 

and you'r my only mistriss. 42 

" Blame me not for saying so, 
For love will creep where it cannot go ; 
Had I not spoke, my heart had broke, 

I could indure no longer : 
Though I did fight, both day and night, 

yet Cupid grew the stronger. 4S 

118 Nothing Venture, NotJung Have. 

" Methinks I see thy lovely face, 
As I do walk in any place ; 
Thy chrystal eyes, where Cupid lies ; 

thy cheeks are like to Roses : 
Thy lips are sweet, when as we meet, 

all vertue there incloses. 54 

" Though I am poor, and thou art rich, 
Slight me not, I thee beseech ; 
You know my trade will keep a maid 

as well as yeoman Jarvis ; 
If I get Pearl, my dearest Girl, 

it shall be at thy service." 60 


" Thy speeches I do much commend. 
Yet dure I not to condescend, 
For fear I lose, as I suppose, 

my father's dear affection. 
Or else I'd yield to you the field, 

if I might have my election.'' 66 


" Never stand to complement. 
This doth give me no content ; 
Tho' father frown, and mother frown, 

yet none of them shall rout me : 
I am not in jest, I do protest, 

I cannot live without thee." 72 

Thus he gain'd the Damsel's love, 
And honest to her he did prove. 
He wedded her, and bedded her, 

although his Master's Daughter ; 
He pleas'd her well, the truth to tell, 

and parents' love came after. 78 

For they gave [to] them eight-score pound, 
Whereby this couple's joys were crown'd ; 
Thus may you see, in each degree, 

this youth was well befriended : 
They live in peace, their goods increase, 

and thus my Song is ended. 84 

Printed for W. Thacheray, E. M. and A. M[ilhoume]. 

[Black-letter. Four woodcuts (the first and second are on p. 116; the 
third on p. 104 ; the fourth resembles Eoxb. Ballads, iii. 446, left). 
Douce, II. 139 verso, omits tlie word "True" from title, and has "printed 
for F. Coles," etc. Douce III. 95, is one of J. "Wliite's Eighteenth-century 
reprints, from Newcastle-on-Tyne. Date of original issue, probably, 1669.] 



" Honest Sheijherd, since you're poor, think of loving me no more ; 
Take advice, in time give o'er your solicitations ! 
Nature does in vain dispense to you Vertue, Courage, Sense, 
Wealth can only influence — a Woman's Inclinations. [=alone can. 

'' What fond Nymph can e'er be kind to a Swain but rich in Mind, 
If, as well, she does not find Gold within his Cotfers ? 
Gold alone does scorn remove, Gold alone incites to Love ; 
Gold can most persuasive prove — and make the fairest ofi'ers." 

— Souff, composed by James Hart, 1687. 

_ OT thus did the hero of the foregoing Roxburghe Ballad allow 
his courage to be daunted, or his faith in his mistress's constancy 
to become abated. Success rewarded his efforts ; gratifying other 
'Prentices, who hoped to imitate his excellent example. 

We bring " The True Lovers' Overthrow " to follow our " True 
Lover's Happiness," although the two ballads were written without 
intended sequence, and are appointed to different tunes and measures. 
"We reprinted the original words of Tom D'Urfey's " State and 
Ambition, alas! will deceive ye," with the additional stanzas (see 
vol. V. p. 561). A Pepysian ballad (1) to the same tune is named 
on p. 122. Two others we hope to give in our Group of Earhj 
Naval Ballads, viz. (2) " The Seaman's doleful Farewell," and (3) 
its Sequel, " The Seaman's Joyful Return ; " beginning respectively, 
''Parewell, my dearest Love! now I must leave thee," and 
" Welcome, my dearest ! with joy now I see thee." Another ballad 
(4) to the same tune is entitled, "Love and Loyalty well met," 
and begins, " Fairest of fair ones, if thou should' st prove cruel." 

Here is another song, full of worldly wisdom, with good-humoured 
drollery, and quite as useful now as it was two centuries ago. 

Soitg : ©n t!)e Usurpation of ffi^upfb's Ci^rotte. 

[Composed by Francis Pigott, before 1688.) 

f^Upid, go and hang thyself ! 
vV For all the World's in love with Pelf ; 
'Tis that which has usurp'd your Throne, 
And knows no Power but its own. 
Not the charms of Celia's eyes, 
Or Fhillis' that did all surprise. 
Not Olinda's youthful air. 
Or the grace of any Fair, 
Assisted by the utmost art 
' [She can bring] to wound a heart, 

Prevails one-half so much as Pelf : 
Therefore, go, and hang thyself ! 


[Roxburglie Collection, II. 472. Trobubly unique.] 

Cl)e tE:ruc Hotjers' €)l3ertl)rotu. 

"Whilst poor Amintas pin'd to Death, for Celia bright and fair, 
At last lor him she lost her 15reath, a grief beyond compare. 

To THE Tune of, State and Amlition. [p. 119, and vol. v. p. 561.] 

" 4 H, Cupid ! thou provest uiikiud and too crut-l, 
j\_ A true loving Shepherd thus strangely to wound ; 
She that I counted my Love and my Jewel, 

Her hatred and enmity now I have found. 
But let her prove faithless, yet I will prove Loyal ; 

And tho' she doth Tyrannise, constant I'le be ; 
Tor she that hath given to me the denial. 

My Ruin and Destiny soon she will see. 8 

" Here panting I lye, and am always complaining, 
How she to her true Love hath proved severe ; 
And when I consider her scorn and disdaining. 

From my blubber'd eyes then I part with a Tear : 
• And panting just like a disconsolate Lover, 

Cry, ^ Celia, how could'st thou be cruel to me? ' 
As she her disdain, so I folly discover. 

And how I am [martyr'd she plainly will see.] [Line mutilated. 

The True Locerti' Orerf/trow. 121 

" Now I of my Senses am strangely bereaved, 

And captiv'd I am by the charms of her Eye ; 
Yet at my sad Torments she nothing is grieved, 

Nor pitties me not, tho' in Petters 1 lye. 
But if I at present am scorned and slighted, 

And nothing can prove more disdainful than she. 
Yet she, without Question, will once be requited, 

And then shee'l remember her scorning of me. 24 

" 'Tis pitty that Cruelty's pleasing unto her, 

And that in disdain she should take a delight ; 
For one time or other I fear 'twill undo her, 

And Tyrants but seldom get any thing by 't. 
What Creature so fair could so slight a poor Lover, 

That never was pleased till her Beauty he see ? 
No Riches nor Pleasure I prized above her, 

[Then why is my Celia so cruel to me ?] [Lost line. 32 

" Well, since 'tis my fate, I must needs be contented, 

And under my burthen must patiently ly ; 
What's for me allotted cannot be prevented : 

The worst she can do is to scorn till I Dy. 
And when, for her sake, with this World I have parted, 

Those that do outlive me will sorrowful be. 
And say, ' the poor Shepherd he dy's broken-hearted,' 

So a sorrowful Epitaph write over me." 40 

And when a long time he in sorrow had pined, 

At last he submitted to conquering Death ; 
His vitals decaied, and his life he resigned. 

And sighing did yield up his murmuring breath. 
But when these sad tydings to Celia were carry'd, 

That she her poor Shepherd no oft'ner should see. 
Since he by her cruelty so had miscarry'd, 

She cry'd, " There is none so unhappy as me ! 48 

" Ah ! Shepherd most Faithful, true, loyal, and constant. 

Thou for thy fidelity payest too dear : 
AVho'd think that thy doom I should work in an instant ? 

And now my owne mine I greatly do fear. 
Yet 'twill be but justice if I am requited 

For cruel disdain and for scorning of thee ; 
My joys I do fear now will soon be benighted, 

Then ruin and sorrow will wait upon me. 56 

*' But now, 'tis too late, my dear Love, to recall thee ; 

Thine eyes they are clos'd, and thy Breath it is gone : 
Tho' such cruel Destiny chanc'd to befall thee, 
In Love's cooler Shades I will meet thee anon. 

122 Ballad'i to the Taitc of ' State and Atahltlon.^ 

My Conscience is prick'd, and my Senses confounded ; 

Wherever I go, I thy Spirit do see ; 
I grieve that to Death a true Lover I wounded, 

And now the same Fate is attending on me. 64 

" I slight all the comforts that mortals can give me. 

And here on the Earth I no pleasure can take. 
There's nothing on this side the Grave can relieve me, 

I must languishing dye for my true Lover's sake. 
And now, my Amintas, with speed do expect me ; 

For soon in Elizium with thee I'le be : 
You powers of Love ! to the Shades now direct me, 

Where I my Amintas may joyfully see." 72 

Thus since you have heard of two true Lovers' Ruine, 

I hope this to others a warning will be ; 
Since this to them both did prove an undoing, 

The fruits of disdain here you plainly may see. 
Let those that are now bound fast in Love's Fetter, 

Endeavour to fly from Pride, Scorn, and Disdain ; 
The Fruits of Love storming but seldom proves better : 

What in pleasure begins too oft endeth in pain ! 80 

[Black-letter: one woodcut, on p. 120. No printer's name on Roxburghe copy 
(cut off by mutilator], aud no duplicate of it known. Date, probably, 168|.] 

%* Another ballad, to the same time of State and Ambition, is entitled, 
"Love's Unlimited Power; or, CupixVs Cnielty." Licensed, June 6, 1685, by 
R. Le Strange. Entered according to Order. It begins, " The passions of Love 
are too great and too cruel." Printed for J. Back, at the Black-Boy, on London 
Bridge. With this prelude-verse : — 

See here the force of Cupid's power, which Mortal no way can deny ; 
Then happy he who can be free from his usurping Cruelty. 



Cf)e jFaitbful Jnaameti ilotier. 

Rise, Chloris, charming Maid, arise ! and baffle breaking Day. 

Show to th' adoring World thy eyes are more surprizing gay ; 

The Gods of Love are smiling round, and lead the Bridegroom on, 

And Hymen has the Altar crown'd, while all thy sighing Lovers are undone. 

To see thee pass, they throng the Plain ; the Groves with flowers are strewn ; 
And every young and envj'ing Swain wishes the hour his own ; 
Eise then, and let the God of Day, when thou dost to the Lover yield, 
Behold more Treasure given away than he in his vast circle e'er beheld." 

— Aphra Behn: The Lucky Chance, 1687. 


.MONG the names by which were known the tune appointed 
for the ballads " The Faithful Inflamed Lover" and " StrepJion and 
Chloris,'' is that of " Ah Chloris, awake! " " Oh Chloris, awake! " 
given simply as, "0 Chloris," or still more incorrectly, "Awake, 
Chlorisl " These variations represent the first line o( " Strephoii 
and Chloris." But an earlier set of verses, for a time enjoying 
popularity, held a burden and sub-title which had given the better- 
known name of '^ Love will find out the way." This ballad was 
entitled, " Truth's Integrity; or, a Curious Northern Ditty, called. 
Love will find out the Way." Words and music of this are given 
in Pills to Purge Melancholy, 1720, vi. 86; and in Popular Music 
of the Olden Time, 1855, p. 304. The tune had been printed so 
early as 1652, in John Playford's Musick's Recreation on the Lyra 
Viol; and also, in 1666, in his Musick's Delight on the Cithern. 
The original ballad-words are of date circa 1620, printed for Tho. 
Lambert in 1633, and mentioned as already popular by Eichard 
Brome in his comedy, " The 'Sparagus Garden," acted in 1635. 

We have ourselves reprinted the ballad beginning " Over Hills 
and high Mountains" (see our Bagford Ballads, p. 575), which 
was sung to the same tune. Another so marked is to be given 
here (on p. 126), named, " True Love without deceit." One of our 
ensuing Naval Ballads was sung to this air. The words of " Truth's 
Integrity," in ballad form, were given in vol. ii. p. 639 of these 
Roxhurghe Ballads ; so it will be sufficient for us to quote the first 
and second verses of the thirteen. There are various readings. 

Over the Mountains, and under the Waves, 

Over the Fountains, and under the Graves, 

Under Floods which are deepest and do Neptune obey, 

Over Rocks which are steepest, Love will find out the way. 

Where there is no place for the Glow-worm to lie ; 

Where there is no space for retreat of a Fly : 

Where the Gnat she dare not venture, least herself fast she lay, 

If Love come he will enter, and, will find out the way. 

Second Part (in 1633) begins, " The Gordian Knot, which True 
Lovers knit, Undo you cannot, nor yet break it." 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. US ; Pepys Coll., III. 192.] 

%1^t iFattl)ful 3}nflamet) JLotoer : 

'€f)t iCvm ammitr of Braiitp* 

Beinrj an 3lrrount of a OScirt][)2 Squire tl^at iHarricti a farmer's 


This Beauteous Maid his heart hetray'd, he lov'd her not for Store ; 
He sought not one for Wealth alone, he had enough before. 

To THE Tune of, Over Hills and high Mountains. [See previous page.] 

" \[^^' ^J' dearest sweet Jewel, I have come for to prove 
\j\ Whether you can be cruel, or obedient to Love : 
I acquaint you this hour with the pains I endure, 
Love, it lies in thy power, for to kill or to Cure. 

" Ever sleeping and waking, still my thoughts is on thee. 
But it proves my heart's-breaking, when I perfectly see 
That you give a denyal, though my love it is true, 
Yet I vow to be Loyal, I can love none but you. 

" In my slumber I fancy that I have in my arms 
My most beautiful Nancy, this my senses allarms : 
Love, I then am contented with a meer Golden Dream, 
But I wake more tormented, in a far worse extream. 


" that I might enjoy thee, of a blessing I share, 
There is none shall annoy thee, I will tender my Dear ; 
In my arms thee I'le nourish, where I will thee enfold, 
And in Silks thou shalt jlourish, Love, imbroider'd with Gold. 

Tlie Faithful lujicuned Lover 



" I will Crown thee with pleasure, now, my amorous Girl, 
And endue thee with Treasure, to adorn thee with Pearl ; 
Being wounded with Beauty, now my Dear I adore, 
Love, it is but my Duty, were it twenty times more." 

W^z iKaiticn's l^cplg. 

" Pray attend to the Sequel, and be ruled by me. 
There is many more equal to your birth and degree : 
It is not my desire, as I freely relate, 
In the least to aspire, or strive to be great. 

" Though you me do admire, when you call me your dear, 
Should I grant your desire, I have reason to fear, 
Being lowly descended, your Relations will frown ; 
While they are thus offended, I shall then be run down. 

"For your proffer I care not, then I pray, Sir, be mute, 
IS^ay, to venture I dare not, 'tis a dangerous suit : 
Many covetous Parents, as 'tis known to be true. 
They have set them at variance, and divided them too." 

The Mak. 

" 'Tis a tryal to patience, while you are so severe. 
Tell me not of Relations, I adore thee, my dear ; 
Then a promise I'le make thee, so that thou shalt be sure, 
I will never forsake thee, now while life doth endure." 

"When she found he was Loyal, then the Damsel did yield. 
Making no more denyal ; thus he conquer'd the field : 
Then they both were united, in true love to dwell, 
And the Parents invited, so the matter went well. 

This may [be] printed, R.P. 

Printed for /. Deacon^ at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street, without Newgate. 

[Black-letter. Five woodcuts : the second is on later page ; the third is the 
Lady of our p. 103. Date, between August, 1685, and Dec, 1688.] 







[Roxbur^-he Collection, II. 470. Apparently unique.] 

Crue JLotje toitl)out SDeceit ; 

Poor Strephon sadly does lament 'cause Phillis is unkind ; 
Yet vows that she shall never see in him a change of Mind. 

To THE TxJNE OF, Ovcr Hills and High Mountains. [See p. 123.] 

" TTNfortunate Strephon ! well may'st thou complain, 
yj Since thy cruel Phillis thy suit doth disdain ; 
But let her persist in her fierce Tyranny, 
Yet I to ill he faithful to thee till I dye. 4 

"Through Woods and through Desarts I'le privately walk, 
And there of my Phillis I'le mournfully talk, 
Where the pretty sweet Birds with my moan shall comply, j 

For I IV ill he faithful to her till I dye. 8 

" Ah, Phillis ! remember, that thou art unkind ! 
Ah, Phillis ! remember, thou art still in my mind ; 
Ah, Phillis ! remember my true Constancy, 
For I ivill [he constant^ to thee till I dye. 12 

" But mind, for thy sake, how the World I do range ; 
And, thouf;;h thou art cruel, yet I will not change ; 
Por thou like an Angel dost seem in mine eye : 
And I will he constant to thee till I dye. 16 

" Sometimes in a Dream I slumb'ring do lye. 
And then my dear Phillis appears to mine Eye, 
And straight all my Senses away from me flye : 
And I vow to he constant to thee till I dye. 20 

"But when I awnke, and do find 'twas a Dream, 
Just like one distracted, I presently seem ; 
And cry that a hapless poor Lover am I : 
Yet vow to be constant to thee till I dye. 24 

" What canst thou propose to thyself for to gain. 
By keeping thy Lover fast lock'd in a chain? 
Or why dost thou send me such Darts from thine Eye, 
Who vow to he constant to thee till I dye ? 28 

" No Prayers nor Tears with thee can prevaile, 
Till Death by Commission takes me to his Jayl ; 
For whilst I do live, this shall be my cry, 
That 1 10 ill he constant to thee till I dye. 32 

" Since nothing can move thee, I still must despair ; 
Since thou wilt not love me, it adds to my Care : 
Since I for thy sake still in Fetters must lye, 
Yet I will he constant to thee till I dye." 36 

True Love u-'dhout Deceit. 127 

Thus &treplion continu'd his making Complaint, 

But he, wanting breath, then began for to faint ; 

And with the hist Breath, that e're from him did fly, 

Still said he'd he faithful tmtil he did dye. 40 

Printed for P. Broohsly, at the Golden-Ball in Pye- Corner. 
[Black-letter, -witli three cuts : two on p. 28, one on p. 44. Date, circu 1674.] 

" Metbinks the poor Town has been troubled too long 
With PJullis and Chloris in every Sons:, 
By fools who at once can both love and despair, 
And will never leave calling them cruel and fair ; 
Which justly provokes me in rhyme to express 
The truth that 1 know of bonny Black Bess." 

— Earl of Dorset's Sotiff on Black Bess, 1672. 


HERE were a goodly number of Strephons philandering amid 
the amatory ballads of the time, out-numbering the Damons and 
Coridons. One Strephon got entangled with Celia, and obtained 
"Love's Triumph over Bashfulness," as we find by a later page 
(Hoxb. Coll., II. 312), "On the banks of a river, close under the 
shade." In a different ditty he addresses her, " Celia, that I once 
was blest;" the broadside is entitled "Coy Celiacs Cruelty; or, 
the Languishing Lover's Lamentation " (music by H. Purcell) : of 
this song Dryden wrote the original in 1691, for "Amphitryon" 
(see p. 152). To the same tune was sung " The Forsaken 
Nymph's Complaint of the Unkindness of her Strephon ; " which 
begins, " Strephon vow'd and swore to be" (Pepys Coll., V. 300). 
He is usually represented inconstant and cruel, as in our speedily 
following "Dying Lover's Complaint" (Poxb. Coll., II. 268 verso, 
and IV. 45): "I am quite undone, my cruel one!" Another 
Strephon is made happy by a Chloris on our next page. The tune 
thereafter takes its name from the first line, " Ah ! Chloris, awake!" 
but was the same tune as the one used for Strephon's complaint 
against the cruelty of Phillis, " True Love without Deceit," be- 
ginning " Unfortunate Strephon ! " (for which see opposite p. 126 ; 
and, on the varying names borne by the tune, compare p. 123. 

Of the following ballad, one of Anthony a Wood's (viz. E. 25. 
fol. 22 ; also Douce, II. 197 verso) begins differently. " Oh ! Cloris, 
awake." Printed respectively for J. Clarke and for T. Norris. 


[Roxburghe Coll., II. 436 ; Tepys, III. 191 ; Iluth, I. 96 ; Eiiing, 344 to 346.] 

^trepJ)on anD Cloris : 

£)c, ^i^c Cop ^DfpficiD anti tointi §>lifpJ)ertif0!5. 

He's fearful that his Flocks should g-o astray, 
And from h- r kind Embraces would away ; 
But she, with lovinji- Charms, doth him so fetter, 
That for to stay lie liuds it much the better : 

When Flocks and Herds, and all concerns do fail, 

Love must be satisfied, and will prevail. 

To A PLEASAis^T New Play-house Tune ; Or, Love will find out the ivay. 

Behold dread Cupid, with his Golden Dart, 
And bended Bow, doth pierce each Shepherd's heart ; 
Witness here, Stnphon yields to Love's Kssa)'s, 
His Head being crown'd with never-fading Bays. 


AH ! Chris, awake, it is all abroad day ; 
If you sleep any longer, our Flocks they will stray, 

" Lye still, my dear Shepherd, and do not rise yet: 
'Tis a cold Windy morning, and besides it is wet." 

['For it' 

The Coy Shep/ienl and Kind Shepherdess. 129 

" My Claris, make haste, for it is no such thing ; 
Our time we do waste, for the Lark is on wing ; 
Besides, I do fancy I hear the young Larabs 
Cry, ba, ba, ba, ba, for the loss of their Damms." 8 

** My Shepherd, I come, though I'm all over sorrow ; 
But I swear I'le not love you, if you rise so to-morrow ; 
For methinks it's unkind thus early to rise. 
And not bid me good-morrow, brings tears from my eyes." 

" hark ! my dear Clorts, before thou shalt weep, 

I'le stay to embrace thee, neglecting my sheep : ['sleep.' 

My Flocks they may wander, one hour, two, or three ; 

But if I loose thy favour, I ruin'd shall be." 16 

" I joy, my dear Shepherd, to hear thee say so ; 
It eases my heart of much sorrow and woe : 
And for thy reward I will give thee a Kiss, 
And then thou shalt taste of a true Lover's bliss." 

** But, Claris, behold how bright Phoeius his Beams 
Invites us to go to the murmuring streams : 
I hear the brave Huntsman doth follow the cry. 
And makes the woods ring, yet how sluggish am I ! " 24 

" The Hounds and the Huntsman may follow the Chase, 
Whilst we enjoy pleasure in a far better place : 
Thou know'st, my dear Shepherd, there is no delight 
Like Lovers' Enjoyment, from morning till night." 

" Alas ! my dear Claris, what dost thou require? 
The care of my Flocks doth abate my desire : 
The Lambs are new Yeaned, and tender for Prey, 
And I fear the slye woolf he should bear them away." 32 

'' My Love, do not fear it, the woolf he is fled, 
To take up his lodging in his mossy bed : 
Then let me embrace thee, whilst we do agree. 
And I promise to go, thou shalt after be free." 

" Ah, Claris I thy words are so powerful with me, 
That I could be willing to tarry with thee : 
Therefore, to content thee, one hour I will stay ; 
But I vow, by Grod Cupid, I will then go away." 40 

" Now I have my wishes, dear Shepherd, we'l part. 
Although thou dost carry away my poor heart : 
I bless the great Gods, that to Lovers are kind, 
To bring us together, such bliss for to find." 


130 Strephon ami Cliloris. 

" Then farewel, dear Chris ! till I see thee a.iiain ; 
For now I will haste to my Flocks on the Plain : 
Where I shall record thy true Love in such Rhimes 
For Shepherds to admire in succeeding times." 48 

Printed for /. Clarke, at the IIor[_se~\s1woe, in West-smithfield. 

[Black-letter. Two woodcuts ; the second being the fat fl3'ing Cupid, on 
p. 50. Fills, iv. 314, corrects fourth line. Date, about 1678.] 

*^* In the Pepys Collection is a copy (III. 191) printed for J. Deacon, at 
the Angel in Guiltspur-street. Also another ballad (III. 368), to the same tune, 
probably intended as a Sequel, but not closely resembling the one given here as 
" The l.amentation of Cloris." It is entitled, " The Lamenting Shepherdess ; or. 
The Unkind Sliepherd." Marked, Tune of Cloris, Awake, and beginning, " Ah ! 
my cruel Slieplierd." Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, T. 
Passinger, and M. C[oles]. Another one (Pepys Coll., III. 383) is entitled 
" Unfortunate Strephon ; or. The Unhappy Shepherd's Last Legacy ; " the 
first line is, " Long Sporting on the flowery Plain." Marked to its own tune ; or, 
Young Strephon fain the bliss would taste ; or, [Ah .'] Jenny, gin \_your eyes do 
kill'\. Its prelude runs thus : 

See here the Pattern of true Love, 
"Whose constancy out- vies the Dove ; 
And though forsaken, still she cryes, 
She will be constant tUl she dies. 

Of these two Pepysian ballads we have found no duplicate. Of course, " Young 
Strephon''' is an error, for " Young Vhaon " (see our \>. 100). 

We take this opportunity, intervening betwixt "Ah, Cliloris, awake!" and 
" The Lamentation of Chloris," to give Sir Charles Sedley's beautiful address to 
her namesake, a song from his comedy of " The Mulberry-Garden," 1668 : — 

IJiftorta's S'ong. 

II, Cliloris .' could I now but sit, as unconcern'd, as when 
Your infant beauty could beget no happiness nor pain ! 
When I this dawning did admire, and prais'd the coming day, 
I little thought that rising tire would take my rest away. 

Your charms in harmless childhood lay, as metals in a mine ; 
Age from no face takes more away than Youth conceal'd in thine : 
But as your charms insensibly to their perfection prest. 
So Love, as unperceiv'd, did fly, and center'd in my breast. 

My Passion with your Beauty grew, while Cupid at my heart — 
Still as his Mother favour'd you — threw a new flaming dart. 
Each gloried in their wanton part ; to make a Beauty, she 
Employ'd the utmost of her art : to make a Lover, he. 

This song (compare pp. 133, 199), with its own distinctive charm, has never 
been surpassed. Unblushingly has it been claimed as ' Scotch ! ' the supposed 
author named as Duncan Forbes of Culloden ! ! and to the tune of Gilderoy. 



[Roxburghe Coll., II, 277 ; Jersey, I. 243; Pepys, IV. 56 ; Euing, 193.] 

C!)e 2.amentation of Cl)loris for tt)t 

mnlmmm^ of f^tt ^gtpScctr, sSctoing 

How she by her Strephon was strangely beguil'd, 
And is almost Distracted for want of a child : 
But if any brisk Lad wiU come her to Imbrace, 
She's free, can they find a convenient place. 

To THE Tune op, [_Ah!~\ Chris! aivake, etc. [See pp. 123, 128.] 


Y Shepherd's unkind ; alas ! what shall I do ? 
Who shall I direct my sad Speeches unto ? 
Whilst in secret I mourn for the loss of my dear, 
Down from my poor eyes drops many a Tear. 

" He takes much delight with his flocks for to keep, 
And minds not poor Chris, who for him doth weep : 
But in vain I lament, for I plainly do see 
It is all one to him what becometh of me. 

In the morning he's gone before I'm awake, 
Then I miss my dear Shepherd, my heart it doth ake 
The Sighs and the Groans by my self I do fetch 
Would move him to pitty a sorrowful wretch. 


132 The Lamentation of Chloris. 

(E\)t scroixtj part, to tijc eamc STitnc. 

" At night he doth think for to make me amends, 
And with his fair looks for to make us good friends ; 
Eut, alas ! he's so weary, he cannot be kind : 
And this adds great sorrow to my pensive mind. 1 G 

" But I have no hopes that I e're shall injoy 
As the fruits of my labour a Girl or a Boy ; 
Which so much I desire, but I fear all in vain ; 
For my Strephoti's unkind, which doth make me complain. 

" But if thus he continues, I'le tell you my minrl, 
I'lc find out some friend who knows how to be kind : 
For I'm sure flesh and blood long cannot endure 
The pain that I feel, without looking for cure. 2 1 

" "When I walk in the fields, not thinking of harms, 
And meet but a woman with a Babe in her arms. 
It tormcnteth me more than my tongue can relate, 
Which makes mc deplore my too rigid fate. 

*' "Well, Strephon, thy fore-head I will certainly graft 
"With a large pair of Horns, yet do't with such Craft, 
Thou shalt ne'er be the wiser ; and when this is done, 
I fear not to bring thee a Daughter or Son. 02 

" And for my so doing can any me blame. 
If they do but consider, what a scurrilous name 
Poor women receive that no Children do bear ; 
Though the fault be their husbands, such dry souls they are ? 

" Besides, I am young, and my nature requires 
A lusty young Ladd for to please my desires : 
Yet I have as little of Lover's content 
As ever had woman, which makes me lament. 40 

*' Then pitty poor Gloria, all you that injoy 
The content of your hearts, and do frequently toy 
"With your Lovers in private, and use Vemis' Game, 
For you cannot deny but my shepherd's to blame." 


Printed fur F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thachcray, 

and T. Passinger. 

[Black-letter. Two woodcuts, one of which is the Shepherdess of our p. 28, l. 
As to the other, on p. 131, cf. p. 89 : F. C. means F. Coks. Date, ciicu 1680.] 



Cor^non ann Cftlorts. 

" Ah, Chlorts ! 'tis time to disarm your bright eyes, 
And lay by those terrible glances ; 
We live in an age that's more civil and wise 
Than to follow the rules of Romances. 

" When once your round bubbles begin for to pout, 
They'll allow you no long time of courting ; 
And you'll find it a very hard task to hold out : 
For all Maidens are mortal at fourteen." 

— Earl of Dorset : The Blind Archer. 

.S we have shown already, giving the words of the song (on p. 
101), Dr. Nicholas Staggins composed the music of the 'Pleasant 
Playhouse New Tune' of Amoret and Phillis for Sir George 
Etherege's comedy, " The Man of Mode ; or. Sir Fopling Flutter," 
1676, This tune is citt'd for our lloxburghe Ballad of " Cory don 
and Cloris;^'' amplification of a song called " The Lucky Minute," 
attributed to John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester, who died in 168(J.' 

Another ballad, "The Dying Shepherdess," to the same tune of, "As Claris 
full of harmless thought," begins, "Alas ! my youthful Coridoit,^'' with a prelude, 

" While Coridon did her forsake who loved him as her soul, 

For him, poor wretch ! she moan did make, and sadly him condole." 

(repys Coll., III. 380.) Printed for M. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clark, 
W. Thackeray and T. Passenger. 

Another Pepysian ballad, assigned to the same tune of " Amoret and Phillis ' ' 
(which has been shown tu be identical with ' ' As Cloris, full of harmless thought ") , 
is entitled "The Stubborn Lover Catcht," beginning with the line, " Young 
VoridoH whose stubborn heart." It has a prelude in verse, 

" While Coridon disdain'd to love, and Eeauty did despise, 
Those pleasant pains none could remove that spring from Phillis' eyes." 

(Pepys Coll. III. 382. Same publishers, except that F.C. is in place of M.C., 
Mary Coles, showing that her husband Francis Coles still lived. 

It is not easy to distinguish from their namesakes the respective 
Chloris, Chloe, or Phillis of each ballad-writer with certainty. 
Even among the more aristocratic race of Court-poets one cannot 
feel on safe ground, in attempting to identify the varying Cynthia 
of the moment. We are forbidden to imagine that the young Chloris 
who had been addressed by Dorset (in our motto) may have been 
the same Beauty who, in her ripening charms, was praised by Sir 
Charles Sedley, in " The Mulberry-Garden," 1668 (see our p. 130). 

' It is given in The Wits' Academy, p. 115, 1677 ; in the 1685 edition of Earl 
Rochester's Fvems on Several Occasions, p. 46 ; also, with music, in The Merry 
Musician, ii. 73; in Watts's Musical Mi>.cellany, i. 146; the 1749 edition of 
An Antidote against Melancholy, p. 118; and The Convivial Songster of Feb. 
1782, p. 89. It enjoyed more than a hundred years of popularity. 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 138 ; Douce Coll., I. 36.] 

Corption anti Cloris ; 

Chris, a pretty Nympb, one summer's day 

By a Brook side under a "Willow lay ; 

It chanc'd that Corydon did there espy her, 

And took the boldness for to ly down by her : 

She blusht, and call'd him rude, but still the Swain 

Kept close ; at last shi' found words were in vain, 

She sighing cry'd, " All ! youth, what dost thou doe ?" 

But what he did, no matter is to you. 

He pleas'd her well, she after was his wife ; 

And now they live a happy quiet Life. 

To A PLEASANT PLAY-notJSE NEW TuNE : \_As] Amoret and Phillin 

AS Cloris, full of harmless Thought, beneath the "Willows lay, 
Kind Love a comely Shepherd brought to pass the time away ; 
She blusht to be encounter'd so, and chid the amorous Swain ; 
But as she strove to rise and go, he pull'd her back again. 

A suddaine passion seiz'd her heart, in spight of her disdaine ; 

She found a Pulse in ev'ry part, and Love in ev'ry veine ; 

"Ah, youth," quoth she, "what charmes are these, that conquer 

and surprize ? 
Ah ! let me (for, unless you please, I have no power) to rise." 8 



Corydoii and Chloris. 135 

She faintly spoke, and trembling lay, for fear he should comply ; 
But Virgins' eyes their hearts betray, and give their tongues the Lye. ^ 
Thus she, who Princes had deny'd, with all their pompous traine, 
Was in the lucky Minute try'd, and yielded to the Swaine. 

[Thus far only is by John "Wilmot, Earl of Rochester.] 


Wc^z Seconti ^art, to tijc same VLixm. 

Nd since the sweets of Love I've found, my Bliss I'le ne're deny, 
^^ Fair Cori/don my Joyes shall Crown, he Loves as well as I : 
When Hymen hoth our hands has Joyn'd, I'le aske him to forgive, 
Because that Virgins are confin'd in Chastity to Live. 16 

" God Cupid did me over-power, and made me try too soon ; 
Fair Corydon in lucky hour did nip the Bud unblown : 
But since he's constant to me still, who dares of me complain ? 
No Mortall could withstand his will, so charming is my Swaine. 

" The Lovely Phillis did the same, when Strephon came to woo. 
She did not think her self in blame : may not I frollick too ? 
Love's powers are great, I must confess, and those that ne're have try'd, 
"With Blushes easily may guess such Joys can't be deny'd. 24 

" Since Corydon I've made my mate, I never shall repent : 

But bless my timely happy Fate which brought me this content ; 
I would not be a maid again for Jovvs rich shower of gold ; 
Whilst other Nimphs sit and complain, in pleasures I am bold. 

" We now together sit and sing, whilst that our flocks do feed ; 
We hug and kisse like anything, he gives me what I need : 
The neighbouring Nimphs do Garlands make, to Crown us happy pair. 
Whilst I the choycest pleasures take with Corydon my Dear. 32 

" The pritty Birds in pleasant Groves do sweetly chirp and sing : 
They seem to imitate our Loves, and usher in the Spring : 
Fond Amoret I would advise to use her youthful Time ; [Cf- P- 10'- 

Phillis and I have been more wise, we tooke it in our Prime. 

" You Sheepherdesses of this plain, that hear me sing this Song, isic. 

Do not consume your times in vaine by living Maids too long : 
Such Joyes are in a Man-y'd Life, such pleasures do attend ; 
She that's a faithful Shepherd's wife is happy to 

W^z lEntJ. 40 

London, Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passinger, and W. Whitwood. 

[In Black-letter. ' Five woodcuts : of these two were given on p. 91 ; the third 
and the fifth are on p. 134; the fom-th shows a couple of Lovers, shot at 
by Cupid, as on p. 102. Date, about 1677.] 

1 Another reading is, " Her lovely eyes her heart betray, and give her tongue 
the lye." And " with all their pomp and train," in next line. The Broadside 
continuation is given in brevier type, the verses being redundant, although of merit. 


Cf)e Spring's (^lotp. 


" ' Farewell, the world and mortal cares ! ' the ravish'd Strephon cry'd ; 
As full of joys and silent tears he lay by Fhillis' side : 
' Let others toil for wealth and fame ! whilst not one thought of mine 
At any other bliss shall aim but those dear arms oi thine.' " 

— Song in Aphra Behu's " Feigned Courtezan,'" 1679. 

HIS is another of the charming ballads written by J. P., which 
we are the first to reprint, after having mentioned it on p. 108 (q. vide). 
On the tune named for it, ' Monk hath confounded,'' we add this note. 

Long before the end is reached of our projected Ballads of the Civil War, 
Commomveahh, and Restoration, 1637-1660, wherein we give the contemporary 
records of George Monk's prowess and policy, we hope to have tracked home and 
identified the several tunes connected with his name. (1) — " General George, 
that valiant Wight," was sung to the tune of Sir Eglamore: with a fat lal la. 
(2). — A Pleasant Dialogue, " Now would I give my life to see," etc., was sung 
to the tune of Montrose's lines, Vll never love thee more ! the song to his Excel- 
lency the Lord General Monk, at Skinner's- Hall, began thus: "Admire not, 
noble Sir, that you should heare." There were other tunes. (3) — General 
3lonk liulh advanced hitnsclf since he came from the Tower; (4) — General Monk 
sail' d through the Gun-fleet; (5) — General Monk was a noble man; and (6) — 
Monk hath confowidid : the last-named being the one cited as belonging to J.l'.'s 
ensuing ballad of " The Spring's Glory." 

We believe ' Monk hath confounded' to have belonged to 1667 ; that the lost 
or hidden ballad which held this first line, burden, or title, referred to the Dutch 
War of 16G6. But it was not the same ditty as one that Samuel Pepys mentions, 
about that time seen by him, with the music on the broadside : — 

6 Miirch, 166". — "To J)epfjhrd, and then by water home, wondrous cold, 
and reading a ridiculous ballad made in praise of the Duke of Albemarle, to the 
tune of St. George ; the tune being pi-inted too : and I observe that people have 
great encouragement to make ballads of this kind. There are so many that 
hereafter he will sound like Gug of JFarwicke." — Pepys' Diary, vol. iv. p. 261. 

This ditty must have been the one entitled " An Heroical Song on the worthy 
and valiant exploits of our noble Lord General George Duke of Albemarle, both 
by Land and Sea ; made in August, 1666. London, printed by W. Godbid for 
John Playford, at his shop in the Temple, 1667." A sheet with two columns of 
verses, and the music notes to the tuue of " St. George he is for England ! " 
The song begins, " King Arthur and his men they valiant were and bold." 

Richard Barnfi.eld's words on the nightingale pressing its breast 
against a thorn, in his " As it fell upon a day '' (long attributed to 
Shakespeare) are recalled by line 26 of our "Spring's Glory" ballad : 

Harke ! how the Nightingale tuneth her notes, 
Her tender breast leaning against a sharp thorn. 

At the end of the present Group we give a sprightly Roxburghe Ballad, entitled, 
" The Woody Choristers," beginning, " ' Oh ! ' says the Cuckow, loud and stout : " 
to the tune of 7'he Bird- Catcher^ s Delight. It is an aviary of feathered songsters, 
among whom is the Nightingale, in the sixth verse : — 

Then said the bonny Nightingale, " Thus I must end my mournful tale : 
While others sing, I sit and mourn, leaning my breast against a thorn." 

13 i 

[Roxburghe Coll., II. 442; Jersey, II. 245; Huth, II. 95.] 

Cl)e Spring's dE^lorp ; 

H precious ^om foe prettp £paitJen<j> 

"Who walk in the Meadows to hear the Birds sing, 
With pleasure rejoycing to welcome the Spring. 

The Ttjjte is, IlonJc hath confounded, See [See p. 136.] 

NOw that bright Phoebus his rays doth display, 
Warm Zephirus blows with a gentler gale, 
Mghts they grow shorter to lengthen the day, 

And Wood-nympha do trip it o're hill and o're dale 
The Fawnes and the Satyrs nimbly cut capers, 

And dance Levaltoes round in a ring. 
Then let us hear a part, and ivith a joyful heart, 
Bech flowry Garlands to xoelcome the Spring. 

Flora's fine Tapestry now doth adorn 

The earth with a Livery pleasant to view, 
Trees they do blossome which Winter had torn. 

And meadows are deckt in a very rare hue : 
The Fairies are tripping, and Lambs are skipping, 

Pretty birds chirping in the Woods sing : 
Then let us hear a part, and with a joyful heart, 

Decli flowry garlands to welcome the Spring. 


138 The Sprincfs Glonj : hy J. P. 

"With sweet smelling flowers, the sence to delight, 

The fields are bespangled, like stars in the skies ; 
With Cowslips and Primroses, yellow and white, 

And other rai-e colours to please raoi'tal eies ; 
The Daffadown-Dilly, Violet and Lilly, 

And Tulips lovely, pleasure do bring ; 
Then let us hear a part, and with a joyful heart, 

Deck Jlowry garlands to welcome the Spring. 24 

Hnrke ! how the Nightingale tuneth her notes. 

Her tender breast leaning against a sharp thorn ; I^/- P- !'"•• 
The Thrush and the Blackbird with their prety throats 

Do chant forth their melody evening and morn : 
The Cuckow, well known, in City and Town, 

Her constant old tone she sweetly doth sing : 
Then let us hear a part, and xoith a joyful heart, 

Deck Jlowry garlands to welcome the Spring. 32 

QTfje Secant) Ipatt, ta t\)z same STuiie. 

NOw pretty maidens delight for to walk 
Abroad in the meadows, so pleasant and green. 
Whilst with their lovers they prattle and talk, 
And pick up the flowers so gay to be seen : 
Of which they make Posies, in the green closes, 

Decked with Hoses, home for to bring : 
Theti let us hear a part, and with a joyful heart, 
Deck Jlowry garlands to welcome the Spring. 40 

Pretty sweet Betty walks out with her love, 

Rejoycing that Summer is drawing so near; 
Whilst Dicky doth call her his Turtle Dove, 

And vows that no other but she is his dear : 
Thus with their courting, and lovely sporting, 

They are consorting, whilst the birds sing : 
Then let us \Jbear a part, and with a joyful heart 

Deck Jhwery garlands to welcome the Spring^. 48 

Nanny doth rise in the morning betimes. 

To meet her beloved all in a fair grove, 
Where he is composing of sonnets and rimes, 

To set forth her praise and to welcome his love : 
Her body is slender, and her heart tender. 

He doth commend her for everything : 
Then let us [bear a part, and with a joyful heart 

Deck flowery garlands to tvolcome the Spring^. 56 

A Precious Posiefor Pretty Maidens. 139 

Dolly the Dairy maid smugs up her self, 

And takes up her milk-pale to trace in the d[ew ;] 
In hopes to meet Roger, who scorns to be base, 

She often hath try'd him and still he prov'd tr[ue. 
But oh ! what a jumbling, and what a tumbling, 

All without grumbling. Love hath his swing : 
Then let us [hear a part, and with a joyful heart 

Beck flowery garlands to welcome the Spring']. 64 

Now is the time that all creatures rejoyce, 

By nature they know when the spring doth ap[pear,] 
They lovingly couple, and freely make choice. 

Before the hot Summer approacheth too nea[r.] 
Let us take pleasure, whilst we have leasure. 

Least such a pleasure chance to take wing : 
Then let us [hear a part, and tvith a joyful heart 

J)eck flowery garlands to tvelcome the Spring]. 72 

Trim up your Arbors, and deck up your bowe[rs. 

For this is a time to be merry and glad ; 
Hang up your garlands, and strow your sweet fl[owers, 

And let not a Lover once seem to be sad : 
For we'le go a Maying, with musick playing, 

Cupid obeying, Love is a King : 
Then let us bear a part, and with a Joyful heart 

Beck flowry garlands to welcome the Spring. 80 

Licensed according to Order. [Written by] J. P. 
Printed for W. Gilhertson. 

[Black-letter. Four woodcuts, whereof two are on p. 137 ; the third is a man, 
on p. 140 ; and the fourth is the mutilated top-half of the Woman, given 
complete on p. 66, u. Date, probably, 1666 or 1667. Slightly mutilated.] 

a 2norn in Reason. 

Eosalind. — " But, Mistress, know yourself ! Down on your knees, 
And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love ! 
For I must tell you friendly in your ear. 
Sell when you can : you are not for all markets ! 
Cry the man mercy ! Love him, take his offer ! " 

— As You Like It, Act iii. scene 5. 

JL HIS lively ditty needs no farther introduction than a reference 
to our p. 58, where the two original stanzas are printed. The 
extension of the song into a broadside ballad is tolerably successful. 
The music was probably composed by Tom Farmer. He often did 
similar service for Tom DTrfey, by whom the original was written. 


[Roxburghe Coll., II. 528 ; Jersey, I. 179; Pepys, III. 151.] 

Z MorD in Reason : ©^^ 

il^Dtt) or 0tiitv* 

'Tis ne'r too late to be advised well ; 
Kegard it then, you Beauties ! that excell, 
Eoth ill external and internal parts. 
And do not triumpli over Captive hearts : 
Least you iiigratttul, being left to time 
Bereft of Charmes, be punisht tliat black Crime. 

A PLEASANT !N'kw Tuxe, OF, S'vect, use your time, S^-c. 


SWcct, use your time, abuse your time 
no longer, but be wise ; 
Your Lovers now discover you 

have Beauty to be priz'd : 
But if you'r coy, you'l lose the joy, 

so curst will be the fate ; 
The Flower will fade, you'l die a Maid, 
and mourn your chance too late. 

At Thirteen years, and Fourteen years, 

a Virgin's Heart may range ; 
'Twixt Fifteen years and Fifty years 

you'l find a wondrous change. 
Then whilst in tune, in May or Juries 

let Love and Youth agree : 
For if you stay till Christmas day, 

the Devil shall wooe for me. 


\ Thus far went Tom D'Urfey's Original : ' Kingston Church.'' See p. 58] 

A Word in Season; or, Now or Never. 141 

For then Love's fire it will expire, 

and Beautv be no more : 
You of each Charm Love will disarm, 

though now, 'tis true, you've store. 
then, be wise, and be not nice, 

lest coyness does undoe you : 
Those Blushes hide that have defy'd 

the passions that pursue you. 24 

Away with folly, come, be jolly, 

shame not your Creation ; 
For we were made in love to trade, — 

Love is our chief Vocation. 
Time is hasting. Beauty's wasting, 

grasp the happy moment ; 
Do not shun and be undone, 

rashly be not so bent. 32 

The blushing Hose your Cheeks disclose, 

and Lillyes that are blooming, 
Though fragrant now, to Time must bow, 

which all things is consuming. 
Each windy blast does Beauty wast[e], 

which gone, your hopes are lost ; 
Then don't disdain a Lover's flame, 

least you at last are crost. 40 

Proud Beauties still do want their will, 

when kind ones have content ; 
'Tis Fate does blind th' ambitious mind, 

and makes it oft repent ; 
Your Virgin-prime then use in time, 

send bashful fear away : 
Let not a blush destroy your wish, 

but Love's loud call obey. 48 

Least the youth, to tell you truth, 

grows angry by delay, 
And you are forced to be divorc'd 

from pleasures many a day. 
You are deceived if you believed [" if 'tis." 

'tis alwayes in your power 
To be beloved ; which many 'ave proved, 

in an unlucky hour. 56 

For cruelty makes passion dye, 

ambition is its grave ; 
Like wand'ring fires, it still retires, 

whilst you your selves deceive ; 


A Word in Season ; or, Noic or Nerer. 

With hopes your chaine does strong remain, 
with which you link'd onr hearts : 

But it does prove too weak for Love, 
when scorned for its deserts. 

Open your eyes then, and be wise 

[Thus shall you] happy be ; 
If joyes you'd tast[e] that never wast[e,] 

let Youth and Love agree. 
'Tis past dispute, Age does not suite 

with Love, nor can it strive 
AVith due desire to rouse that fire 

which keeps the wor[l]d alive. 

Then use your time ! pass not your prime, 

but with inchanting smiles 
And killing eyes our heart surprize ; 

but, taken in your toiles, 
I5e full as free to Love as we, 

to make your bliss compleat : 
Then joyes will flow, which those ne'r know 

who coyly make retreat. 


[Defaced line. 



Printed for /. Wright, J. Clarice, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger. 

[In Black-letter. Six -svoodcuts, first, the Lady of p. 124; second, a small 
crowned and sceptred figure in lloman armour ; third, the Lady of p. 140 ; 
fourth, a winged Angel, holding a long sword; fifth, a clumsy portrait head 
of Oliver Cromwell ; and sixth, Queen Catharine of Braganza, as on our p. 33. 
Three of these are given helow. The man, interpolated on p. 140, was omitted 
from p. 139. Probable date, 1683.] 

*^* Of the next ballad, "The Loving Shepherd," Phaon and Phillis, we 
know three copies extant. It has more merit than the ordinary love-ditties, but 
is inferior to those written by J. P. (John Playford ?), ah-eady given. 

[Suggestive Cuts : Sceptred Pou'er attracts Cromwell : ivliose Guardian Angel leaves him.] 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 309 ; Huth, II. 8 ; Pepys, III. 285.] 

Phaon's j^umile Petition to Beautiful Phillis, iriTi0 reatiilg nnsiaerttj 

]^ts Bequest. 

To Ai^- Excellent New Tune [its own] much in Eequest, 

Licensed according to Order. 

*' "ITT Hen first on my Phillis I cast my eye ; 
tY I wisVit to enjoy her or else to dye, 
But she was so cruel, she would not give 
One token of Love, that I might live, 
* Phillis,'' said I, ' remove your disdain, 
And yield some relief to your restless Swain.' 

" what Torments I indure hoth day and night, 
I ne'er can enjoy her nor take delight ; 
But then she cry'd out, ' ye Gods, be kind, 
The pleasures of Love has possest my mind.' 
Thus all the night long our pastime was sweet, 
Till at length our joys call'd us fust a sleep. 

" "When from those soft slumbers we did awake, 
She bid me my sorrowful sighs forsake ; 
Since she in a Vision of Love beheld 
Those innocent joys which her heart had fiU'd, 
So that she could no ways my suit deny; 
Fair Phillis was wounded as well as I. 


[ flej>eat. 





The Loving Shepherd Phaon to PhiJ/is. 




" flames " 

*' So soon as I found her to love incline, 
No joy in the world was so great as mine ; 
Instead of the frowns which had wounded me, 
I taken was then with an Extasie, 

Said I, ' Loving Phillis, whom I adore, 

Grant me but thy favour, I ask no more. 32 

" For thou art my Jewel and only joy, 
Which can all my trouble and grief destroy ; 
And since thou art willing to grant me love, 
I tell thee, by all the Powers above, 

There's none in the world I adore but thee. 

Fair Phillis, my Amorous love," said he. f*""- 40 

" Kind Phaon, such passionate pains I feel, 
That I can no longer my love conceal ; 
The conquering power of Cupid'' s dart 
Will make me surrender my yielding heart ; 
And thou shalt enjoy it, my dear" said she, 
'* For why? I can give it to none but thee. 48 

"But if, after all, you ungrateful prove 
To Phillis, your faithful and intire love, 
In slighting the Favours which I bestow, 
My eyes will like llivers and Fountains flow ; 

For true love it is a tormenting pain. 

When ever requited with sad disdain." 56 

"Fair Phillis, by all the Powers Divine, 

For ever, for ever, I will be thine. 

In Bowers of Pleasure our days we'll spend, 

Fair Phillis, my true and intire Friend ; 

Young Cupids with garlands shall crown my dear. 
Who does like the Goddess of Love appear." 64 

[The first and second lines are repeated in each stanza of the broadside.] 

[Printer's name cut off from Roxhiu-ghe copy, but the Pepysian was printed for 
P. Brookshy, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back. Three woodcuts, of which the 
chief is the Shepherdess and Swain, f^iven on p. 128 ; the others are on p. 143. 
Date of ballad, circa 1689. Probably this was originally a playhouse song. 
But we have not yet found it elsewhere, or the music belonging to it.] 



-»— 'T>0,-/G»S)<tvO''v'~ — *- 


[Roxburghe Coll., II. 485 ; Jersey, I. 363 ; Euing, No. 361.] 

Ct)e Cprannical Beautp. 

Beauty fadeth like a Flower ; 
Then, fair Ladies, be not Proud : 
Time ami Sickness may Devour 
What at present you're allow'd. 

To A PLEASANT TuNE ; CALLED, Pfodigious Fate} 

Since her Beauty's grown a Snare, 
And by that I'm deeply Wounded, 
Yet my hopes are quite confounded, 
'Cause my Love I can't declare : 
If my passion I discover, 

And my Love should me deny, 
She'l destroy a faithful Lover, 
And her Martyr I shall dye. 

To the Grave then shall I post, 
While her Beauty is admired, 
And by all men much desired; 

Yet I'le strive to love her most : 

^ We have not hitherto been able to identify this tune, or trace the first line 
from which these two words are a perplexing and imperfect citation. It may 
have been something like " All the woes Prodigious Fate heaps upon unhappy 
Lovers." This is guess-work and will not ensure a mark from a testy Examiner. 


146 The Tyrannical Beauty. 

When my Body is Interred, 

She perhaps of me will say, 
" There's the faithfull'st Lover buried. 

That e're saw the Sun-shine day." 16 

On my Tomb these Lines I'le have, 

And I'le get some loving Poet, 

Who before I dye shall know it. 
That she brought me to my Grave : 
And these words I'le have Inserted, 

That she broke ray tender heart. 
First my reason she perverted, 

Then she sent her Killing Dart. 24 

Then the World shall justly say, 

They must blame her charming beauty, 

Which of all commanded Duty, 
With this precept, you must pay : "* 

And account your selves befriended, 

If for me you pains indure, \ 

For before your days are ended, I 

I perhaps may grant a Cure, -32 * 

By this means she doth command. 

And they must by force obey her : 

Who so bold as to gainsay her, 
Or who can her power withstand ? 
Is'^o man yet could e're oppose her, 

In the strictest of her Charge, 
For all mortal men that knows her, 

Ne'r shall keep their minds at large. 40 

You that ne'r did see her face, 

Keep your freedom while you have it, 

'Tis in vain to hope to save it, 
Such will be your hapless case : 
If at any time you view her, 

Whose fair eye commands the world, 
In a moment, to be sure, 

Into passion you'l be whirl'd ; 48 

Where a Prisoner you'l remain, 1 

And for certain be confined, 

As her Cruelty designed. 
Till your heart is broke with pain : 
Though a thousand she halh wounded, 

And for love of her they dy'd. 
And in Seas of sorrow Drownded, 

Yet is she unsatisfied. 56 


The Tyrannical Beauty. 


Killing Beauty, now give o're, 

Be no more so deadly Cruel, 

To Love's fires add no more Fuel, 
Tyrannize o're men no more ! 
'Tis unjust they should be used, 

For their Loves as they have been. 
For their kindness much abused, 

This is sure a deadly sin. 

You in time may be repay'd. 

When your Beauties are disbanded, 
Which have you so much befriended. 

And so many Captives made : 

Then your power will be diminisht, 
And your pride will sure abate ; 

When your Tyranny is finisht. 
Then your Captives will you hate. 

Take my Counsel then in time, 

And forbear to use severely 

Those poor souls that love you dearly, 
While your beauty is in prime : 
For in time you may lament you, 

When perhaps 'twill be too late ; 
Former pride may discontent you. 

Causing you to curse your fate ! 




Printed for F. Coles, T. 


Vere, J. Wr'igld, J. 
and T. Passinger. 

Clarice, W. Thackeray, 

[In Black-letter ; with three ■woodcuts, of which the first is the Cavalier amid 
Carnations, on p. 63, left; the second is a three-quarter-length figure of 
a Queen, somewhat resembling one in vol. iv. p. 118, right; and the third 
is given on p. 145, at beginning of this ballad. Date doubtful, circa 1679.] 

*** Woodcut here given belongs to p. 159 "Two Faithful Lovers," first copy. 
Second copy has an Elephant and Castle, vide ' ' Contents " ; also a Bemantled Girl. 



' I often for my Joajiy strove, ey'd her, try'd her, yet can't prove 
So lucky to find her pity move ; I'ze have no lleward for Love. 
If you wou'd but think on me, and now forsake your cruelty, 
Vzefor ever shoiCd be, coiC d be, ivoitd be,jnyn^d with none but only thee. 

When first I saw thy lovely charms, I kiss'd thee, wish'd thee in my arms ; 
I often vow'd, and did protest, tis Joan alone that 1 love best. 
I'ze have gotten twanty pounds, my Father's House, and all his Grounds, 
And fur ever shou'' d be, cou d be, wou'd be,Joyn'd with none but only thee." 

— Original Song of Billy and Joany. 

HIS Koxburghe Ballad has been already mentioned, on p. 26, 
and the probability of it not beinp; in close connection with another 
Clorinda ballad (Pepys Coll., III. 247) recognized. The tune 
named here, ' I otten for my Jenny strove,' takes its name from a 
play-house song, given as motto : from this song a broadside ballad 
(1) was constructer], entitled, "The Constant Lovers; or, Bilhfs 
Invitation to his Sweet-heart t7b«H.//," beginning, "I often for my 
Joaney strove : " to a new Northern tune, whereof the music was 
given (Pepys Coll., V. 253) ; also in Pills, iii. 263. 

It was answered by a ballad to the same tune (2), beginning 
"A Youthful Serving-man of Late" (Pepys Coll., III. 60) : "An 
Answer to tlie Love-sick Serving Man ; or, The Comfortable Returns 
of the kind Lady, surpriz'd by Ciqnd : " same tune and publisher. 

In our ensuing " Group of jS'aval Ballads " we shall reprint (3) 
" The Undaunted Seaman," beginning, " My Love, I come to take 
my leave," which is appointed to be sung to the same tune. Also, 
in the " Group of Legendary Ballads " will appear (4) " Cupid's 
Kevenge " upon King Cophetua, who loved tlie Beggar Maid: it 
begins " A King once reign'd beyond the seas ; " to the same 
tune. Of others, (5) one begins "I once lay sleeping on my bed," 
= "The Damsel'.s Dream; or, her Sorrowful Lamentation for her 
most unhap]jy Disappointment." This appears to be a recasting of 
Laurence Price's earlier ballad, " The Dainty Damsel's Dream ; or, 
Cupid's Vision," beginning, " As I lay on my lonely bed, I fell into 
a dream : " to the tune of. As she lay sleeping \n her led (Roxb. 
Coll., III. 226, given later). Another (6) was named " The Ladie's 
Looking-Glass ; or. The Queen and the Cobbler," beginning, "A 
Queen beyond seas did command" (Pepys Coll., III. 95); printed 
for J. Millet. Yet another Pepysian ballad to the same tune is one 
(7) beginning "What Protestant can now forbear?" and entitled 
" The noble and Imprisoned Protestants; or, A copy of verses on a 
young Lord and Lady now prisoners in the Castle of Dtihlin " (Pepys 
Coll., IV. 63). In Roxburghe Collection (II. 387) is also (8), 
"The Old Miser Slighted," = "My mother duns me every day." 

A stable-groom courts his master's daughter in " Love's Downfall." 


[Roxb., II. 299 ; Jersey, I. 36 ; Pepys,III. 390 ; Huth, I. 163 ; Douce, II. 201.] 

^gctoing J)otD \yt tiia0 Q^ounOrD toiti) tlje C§arm0 of a 
pomig ^aDp, anti tiiO not Dace to ceural iji0 a3in0. 

To THE Tune of, I^se often for my Jenny strove. 

" TTTer since I saw Clorindas Eyes, 
Jli My Heart has felt a strange surprize ; 
No Pen is able to reveal 
The killing Torment which I feel : 
Yet I dare not let her know it, 
'Cause she's Kich and I am Poor; 

JVo CJiarms alove her, Oh! Hove her, 

And will do for evermore. 8 

" Oh ! that I might but let her know 

My Sighs, my Tears, my Care, and Woe, 

And how I'm tortured for her sake, 

She might some kind of pity take : 

But 1 fear I should offend her, 

AVhom I dearly do adore ; 

No Charms above her, Oh ! 1 love her, 

And IV ill do for evermore. 16 

" Both Sense and Reason tells me plain 
That I bestowed my heart in vain, 
Where no acceptance will be found, 
No Balsom for this bleeding Wound : 
She's a fair and youthfuU Ladj', 
I a Servant mean and poor ; 

No Charms above her, S^x. 24 

" I value not her Gold, her Pearl ; 
For was I either Lord or Karl, 
My very Heart would be the same ; 
I raise her everlasting Fame : 
Yet in vain are all my Wishes, 
They will not my Joys restore : 

No Charms above her, 8fc. 32 

" Young Cupid, bend thy Golden Bow, 

And let thy silver Arrows flye. 
That my fair charming Saint may know 

The pains of Love as well as I ; 
Tell her too that I lye wounded. 

She may then my Joys restore, 

No Charms above her, &i'c. 40 


The Love-sick Serving-Man. 

Tho' now mine Eyes like Rivers run, 

As here in Sorrows I condole ; 
Her Beauty, like the Rising Sun, 

Can soon revive my drooping Soul : 
But if I may ne'er enjoy her, 

let me with a Dart be slain, 
'Tis better kill me, than to fill me 

with this Love- tormenting pain." 

W^t ^oung iLatiD's ^nsinec. 

NOw in a Vision, or a Dream, 
Her Father's Serving-man did seem 
Before her Presence there to stand. 
While Cupid held him by the hand, 
Saying, " Lady, you must love him ; 

therefore now some pity show ; 
Then don't deny him, nor defie him, 
for it must and shall be so." 

A Thousand thoughts ran in her head. 
As many Cupids round her Bed, 
AVhich did like armed Angels stand, 
AVith Golden Bows and Shafts in hand, 
Every one was pleading for him, 

and their Silver Shafts did show. 
Saying, " Receive him, do not grieve him, 

for it must and shall be so^ 

The youthfuU Lady did reply, 

" What ! must I love, or must I dye ? 

Tell me, is there no other way 

But this, to cast my self away 

On my Father's meanest Servant ? 

^vell, I find it must be so : 
I well approve him, needs must love him, 

though it proves my Overthrow. 

• I know my Father he will Frown, 
And Ladies too of high Renown ; 
But yet I needs must love him still, 
Let all the World say what they will : 
My soft Heart is now enflamed, 
Love in e'ery vein doth flow : 
I'll freely take him, ne'er forsake him, 
for it must and shall be so. 







The Love-sick Serving-Man. 


" "What tho' my noble Pather dear 

disowns his Daughter utterly, 
I have Five Thousand Pounds a year, 

of which no one can hinder me; 
'Tis sufficient to Maintain us, 

should my Father prove our Foe, 
My Love I'll Marry, long not tarry, 

for it must and shall be so. 88 

" What tho' a Serving-man he be. 

Whose Substance is but mean and small ; 
His proper Person pleases me, 

True Love will make amends for all : 
'Tis beyond all Gold or Treasure, 

him alone my Heart doth crave, 
I will not tarry, but will Marry, 

and make him Lord of all I have." 06 

Printed for P. Broohshy, J. Beacon, J. Blare, J. Back. 

[Black-letter. One woodcut, as on p. 120. Date, probably, circa 1684.] 

*^* One of two things happened ; either this ballad was written by the same 
person who afterwards wrote the one on our p. 90, or else the second ballad 
cjuoted the burden of this, in Cupid's speech, 

" For it must and shall be so ! " 

The following woodcut was delayed from p. 1 25, " The Faithful Inflamed Lover ;" 
and from vol. iv. p. 413, " The Doting Old Dad." 

[This cut belongs to p. 125.] 


Cfte Loties of Damon for ^appbo anti Celia. 

" Celia, that I once was blest 
Is now the torment of my breast ; 
Since, to pieve me, you bereave me of the pleasure I possest. 
Cruel creature, to deceive me ! first to Love, and then to leave me ! 

*' Had you the bliss refus'd to grant, 
1 then had never known the want ; 
But possessing once the Blessing is the cause of my complaint ; 
Once possessing is but tasting I 'tis no bliss that is not lasting. 

" Celia now is mine no more. 
But I'm hers, and must adore ; 
Nor to leave her will endeavour ; charms that captiv'd me before 
No imkindncss can dissever : Love thafs true is Love for ever." 

— Dryden's Amphitryo)i, Act iii. 1G91. {Cf. p. 127.) 


a flifFerent tune, there has been already reprinted (on p. 89) a 
ballad that tells of " Damon comforted in distress," by compliant 
Phillis. We now give two other Roxburghe Eallads, wherein a 
Damon is the successful Lover. In the one case (p. 153) he obtains 
a Sappho ; in the other (p. 155), a Cdia. But it is not necessary 
to imagine either of these Damons to be identical with the wooer of 
Phillis, or with one another. 

To " The Loves of Damon and Sappho " is assigned the tune 
called Hail to the myrtle shade ! "We reprinted the song, whereof 
this is the first line, from Nat. Lee's tragedy of " Theodosius," 1680, 
with broadside continuation (in Roxburghe Ballads, vol. v, p. 422). 

Also (in vol. iv. p. 344) we reprinted the words of Tobias 
Bowne's " Doubting Virgin," (which gives a new name to the tune 
of The Refrieved Cajytive,) a tune-name cited in some other ballads 
following this, viz. "Faithful Damon,''' and "Shall I? Shall I? 
1^0, No, No ! " AYc prefixed a Hand- List of Twelve Ballads ivritten 
hj Tobias Bowne, author of " The Doubting Virgin " {Ibid., pp. 
342, 343), including "Shall I? Shall I?" and another entitled 
"The Two Faithful Lovers" (see p. 154), signed by his initials. 

As to Celia, Tom D'Urfey wrote a song on the Lady G 

[probably the Countess of Grafton], 1683 : — 

Song : ©n (KeIie's lEges. 

mining Stars are Celiacs eyes, 
O Sweet Roses bloom in either cheek ; 
Love from those his flame supplies, 

From these he does sweet odour seek. 
Every grace that decks her face 
Shows her of more than mortal race ; 
Every charm does so coutroul, 
That she like Heaven forms the Soul. 

Soft as down each outward part, 

But ah ! no marble like her Heart. 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 316 ; Jersey Coll., I. 255 ; Hutli, II. 1.] 


You Lovers all, that woiild successful be. 
Be not too bashful, but in Love be free : 
Time but your passion, and you'l never fail, 
There is a time when you'l be sure prevail. 
Maids will deny, it's true, but soon will yield ; 
If once you charge, they soon will lose the Field : 

Though they deny, it is but for a fashion ; 

For when they do, they have the greatest passion. 

To THE Tune op, Hail to the Myrtle Shades. [See p. 152.] 

" /^Ome, turn thy Eosie face, leave bhxshing at me, my Dear; 

\J Let's kindly now embrace, whilst Cupid does banish all fear : 
The IS'eighbouring Swains are gone to water their Flocks, you see : 
And now we are all alone, in pleasure let us be free. 

" I fancy now to be like Adam in Paradice ; 

Then let me taste the Tree of pleasures, and be not nice : 

For Beauty fades away, Old Age will waste it quite ; 

And time for none will stay, then let's pursue Delight. 8 

154 Damon and Sajjjj/w. 

"Under this Spreading Shade, all near to this Chrystial Spring, 
Our vows they shall be pay'd, while th' Birds do pleasantly sing : 
A yielding in your Eyes, my Sapjyho, I do behold : 
Then let us act our joys, before that our passion's cold. 

" The blooming Spices smell, and Summer is in her Pride, 
Come let us sport a while, and Sappho shall be my Bride : 
"With Flowers I'le crown thy brow, thou shalt be Queen of the Field, 
Where all plenty does grow; Oh then, my fair Sappho, yield. 16 

" See, Earth embroyder'd smiles, and all things do gay appear; 
"While time our Love beguiles, come blush no more, my dear ! 
Let's search for joys unknown, and each of us trade in bliss: 
Fair Nymph, we are alone, and you shall no more resist." [o/-'>.'inyou.' 

" Alas, my Damon, fie ! Do not a poor Nymph betray : 

A Virgin I will dye, Diana 1 will obey : 

Then think, kind Swain, no more to flatter your self with Love : 

God Cupid I'le ne'r adore, nor rank him with powers above." 24 

" say not so, my joy ! for Beauty's ne'r made in vain : 

Nor use is to destroy what the powers above ordain ; 

Hark, how the Birds invite, and Love with their song do[th] charm, 

Alluring to delight, while thus we hold arm in arm." 

" No more, sweet Damon, spare my blushes that do arise : 

fie ! kind Shepheard, forbear, and do not a Maid surprise. 

1 am too young for Love, and must not as yet be won : 
Oh, help, ye Powers above ! or I shall be quite undone." 32 

" In vain, fair Nymph, you strive, for passion will have its way : 
And he that did love contrive, in these shades you must obey." 
" Alas ! I resistance loose, and now can resist no more ; 
What coy I did refuse : Love's pleasures do over-power. 

" W^itness this pleasant Grove, I to denyal was bent : 

Had not you forced my love, but now I shall ne'r repent." 

" No, never, my Dear ! for we our mutual joys will increase ; 

So happy we will be, and live in an endless peace." 40 '- 


Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarice, W. Thackeray, 

and T. Passinger. 

[In Black-letter, with four Avoodcuts : 1st, the Lady in oval wreath, on p. 143 ; 
2nd, the man, on p. 59 ; the other two are on p. 153. Date, soon after 1680.] 


[Roxb. Coll., IT. 147 ; Jersey, I. 202 ; II. 235 ; Huth, I. 99 ; Douce, I. 73.] 

5faitl)ful SDamon, 


fm Cclia ofataimti. 

Though Virgins they may say you nay, yet make a Xew Reply ; 
And you will find they will be kind, they cannot you deny. 

To THE TxjNE OF, The Douhting Virgin. [Seep. 152.] 

LAtely in a Shady Bower, Celia with her Love convers'd, 
Fairer than the Lilly Flower, with all vertues she was blest ; 
Damon loving, often moving her to yield unto his will, 
Celia cryed, and replyed, ^^ I ivill live a Maiden stilly 

Then said Damon, " My sweet jewel, do not frown nor yet revile, 
Cease to be to me so cruel, send me now a gentle smile : 
Such a blessing, if possessing, of thy Love and kind good will." 
*' Do not vex me, nor perplex me, I will live a Maiden stilly 8 

*' Celia, here's my hand, I love thee, do not seem to be so coy, 
I esteem no one above thee, thou shalt be my only joy : 
Be not froward, nor untoward, do not seek my heart to kill." 
" forbear me, Damon, spare me, / ivill live a Maiden stilly 

" my Celia' s frowns are killing, nothing but a smile can cure ; 
Now my heart with grief is filling, how shall I these pains endure ? 
Then, come near me, Love, and hear me, grant me now thy kind 

good will ! " 
She replyed, " It's denyed, for Fie live a Maiden still. 16 

156 Faithful Damon. 

" While a Maid remains unmarry'd, then we do enjoy our peace ; 
Por this cause I do defer it, least our troubles should increase : 
For my treasure is my pleasure, nothing can my comforts spill ; 
But when double, then comes trouble, thus I lice a maiden stills 

" Celia, I do highly prize thee, for my heart is in thy breast; 
Should my Celia now despise me, I should never be at rest : 
My dear Creature, none more sweeter, do not you my suit deny, 
Pie respect thee, and protect thee, till the very day I dye. 24 

**0, my love is most intire, nothing shall thee now annoy ; 
Grant me what I do desire, I will Crown thy days with joy : 
Ne'r was creature more compleatcr in a Loyal Lover's eye, 
Celia, pitty, hear my ditty, grant me love, or else I dye.'''' 

" Y\7'-^s I sure thou wouldst be Loyal, then I'de grant thee thy 

V V request, 

I would make no more denial, thou shouldst set thy heart at rest." 
Then he kist her, and he blest her, and imbrac'd her in his arms ; 
No disputing, but saluting, thus began their pleasant charms. 32 

While their joys they were compleated, nothingcould their love annoy, 
Sweet embraces kindly greeting, sounding forth their mutual joy ; 
Thus inviting, and delighting, nothing could their comforts spill, 
They commending, and extending, both their love, & kind good will. 

Printed for /. Beacon, at tlie Angel in Giiillspur-street without Newgate. 

[In Black-letter. Four woodcuts; two given on p 63; the other two (busts) 
are the same as those on p. 153, belonging also to " The Loves of Baown 
and Sappho; " we substitute two cuts on p. 155. Date about 1681.] 

*^* Another Damon and Celia ballad (Pepys Collection, III. 66) is " Bamon's 
Triumph ; or, Cilia's Joy." To the Tune of " IlnsseWs Triumph [1692] ; " or, 
"[Ah !] Jenny, gin." Begins, " My dearest Dear, could I relate ; " prelude is, 

"When Lovers in their tender hearts do feel tormenting pain, 
Then Cupid he pulls out his Darts, and heals their wounds again. 

Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. As to the 
tune of " Ah ! Jenny, gin your eyes do kill^' see p. 176 of the present Group. 

On our next page we add a third and last ballad sung to the same tune of 
Tobias Bowne's " i)o?/i/«'/(7 rir/7i;/ ; " and probably from his own hand; as is 
certainly the one immediately following, p. 1.59. Both ballads, moreover, are in 
praise of " Betty " a name specially dear to Toby Bowne ; as long afterwards was 
" Nancy " to Charles Dibdin (although it was borne by his own wife, then alive : 
a fact which did not hinder him from being unfaithful to her, cela va sans dire). 
" Shall I ? Shall I ? " was entered to George Larkius, 4th April, 1684. 


[Roxb. Coll., II. 421 ; Jersey, II. 244 ; Douce, II. 189 verso.] 

A wanton Lad and comely Lass did once together meet ; 

Tho' she seem'd coy, her heart he won with Complements most sweet. 

Tune of, The Bouhtivg Virgin. [See p. 142.] 

" T)E.etty Betty, now come to me, thou hast set my Heart on fire ; 

X Thy denyal will undo me, grant me then what I desire : 
Prithee try me, don't deny me, lest it prove my overthrow, 
Never dalhj, shall I? shall I? " ^ Still she answered, "iVo, no, no ! " 

In the Fields they went a- walking, he this Maid did sweetly court ; 

But the subject of his talking tended still to Venus' sport : 

He persuaded, she delay'd it, and would not be deluded so ; 

" Co me lefs dally, shall I? shall If' But she answered, ^' No, no, no!'''' 

He bestow'd on her sweet kisses, hoping thereby to obtain 
And to taste true Lovers' blisses, which he longtime sought in vain : 
With si ghs & sobs & deadly throbs, he strove the Damsel's mind to know, 
'■'Comelefs dally, shall I'^ shall I?" Still she answered, ^^ No, no, no/" 

^ ' Shall I ? shall I ? ' equivalent here to ' shilly shally ' indecision. 


Shall I? Shall I ? No, No, No ! 

To the Tavern tlien he took her, feasting her with costly Wine ; 
In the Face did often look her, swearing that she was divine : 
She told the Youthit was untruth, " I would not have you flatter so." 
'^Come lefs daily, shall I? shall I? ^^ But she answered, ''No, no, no!'' 

"With fair Words he did intreat her to him for to condescend ; 
As his Passion waxed greater, he her Beauty did commend : 
She denied it, and defy'd it, vowing it should ne'er he so : 
"Come lefs dally, shall I? shall I? '^ But she answered, "No, no,no/^' 

Thus he spent his time in Wooing, but found no encouragement ; 
His fingers itch'd for to be doing, and she perceived his intent ; 
She still at tryal gave denyal, but Maidens often times do so : 
" Come lefs dally, shall I? shall I? " But she answered, " No, no, no /" 

He continued still to wooe her, but she made him this Reply : 
That his aim was to undo her, and would know his reason why. 
He protested that she jested, his design was nothing so ; 
"Come lefs dally, shall 1? shall I?" But she answered, "No, no, no ! " 

But on hopes the Youngster builded, hoping she at last would yield ; 
And at length the Damzel yielded, with his Charms he won the field : 
In the shade down her he layed, he himself lay smiling by, 
" Come lefs dally, shall 1 ? shall /?" Then she answered, "Ay, ay, ay .' " 

Then they fell to sweet imbraces — Lovers, you know what I mean ; 
So close did joyn their blushing faces you could not put a straw between; 
In amorous chains there he remains, till he for breath did panting lye ; 
" Come lefs dally, shall I? shall! f^^ Then she answered, "Ay, ay, ay f'' 

She. who stoutly first deny'd him, by his Complements was won ; 
And she vow'd, when she had try'd him, that the job was neatly done. 
Maids, beware, and have a care of flattering youths, who oft do try, 
And will dally " Shall I? shall lY^' Till you cry out, " Ay, ay, ay ! " 

[Unsigned, but not improbably by Tobias Bowne.] 
Printed for P. Brookshj, at the Harp and Ball in Pye- Corner. 
[Black-letter. Three woodcuts, on pp. 157; 76, left ; and 120. Date, April, 1684.] 

[This cut belongs to next page.] 


[Roxb. Coll., II. 480; IV. 77; Jersey, I. 354; Pepys, III. 286.] 

Z\ft CtDO jraiti)ful JLotJers : 


mrrcp ^ong in praise of Betty. 

Young men and maids, I do intend to sing a song that's newly Pen'd ; 
And if you please to have it out, 'twill please your fancies without doubt. 

By T. B. [i.e. Tobias Bowne.] With Allowance. 
Tune of, [-d7i] Amorous Damsel o/ Bristol Citt/. [Seep, 161, JVote.^ 

IJM" a Mai/ morning as I was walking, 
I heard two Lovers together talking ; 
With words so sweet he spake unto her, 
And thus he did begin to wooe her. 

Said he, " "Well met, my dearest Betty, 

Thou art a Girl that is wondrous pretty ; 

If I could gain but your love and favour, 

I'd be thy dearest Love for ever. 8 

" Slight not. Sweetheart, this loving motion, 
A hundred pound it is my Portion ; 
But if we never injoy one penny. 
True-love is better than baggs of Money." 

Ojc fHafti's ainstocr. 

" Good Sir, your words are kindly spoken, 
But hasty Love is soonest broken ; 
'Tis good for you [t'J ob.serve your doing. 
And be not you too quick in wooing. 16 

" If I should grant you my love to marry. 
Perhaps you'd wish you did longer tarry ; 
And in one Year begin to flout me, 
And wish that you had gone without me. 

" Some men do flout their Wives, 'tis certain. 
And say they might [have] had better fortune ; 
So thus they alwaies frown and lowre, 
And scarcely live one quiet hour." 24 

SrfjE JKan's Snstoer. 
" Sweet-heart, my love on thee is fixed, 
Both night and day I am perplexed ; 
Then prithee, do not thou deny me, 
But cume, sweetheart, and sit down by me. 

160 The Tico Faithful Lovers. 

" Doubt not, sweetheait, I'le ne'r offend thee, 
My love is true which I pretend thee ; 
I'le not forsake thee for Gold nor Money, 
Then do not slight me, my dearest Honey. 32 

" Betty, blame me not for my speeches, 
I do not aim for Gold or Riches ; 
My heart is fixed without moving ; 
Sweet Betty, be thou kind and loving. 

" Grant but to me thy Love and Favour, 
Both d.iy and niglit I hard will labour ; 
If that I have but health, my honey, 
Thou shalt not want for Meat nor Money," 40 

Ojc fHatti's Slnstorr. 
" Young men have such a way in wooing, 
To vow and swear they'l still be loving ; 
Yet in one year there is small regarding, 
"Which makes some Maids repent their bargain. 

" Yet if I thought your love was constant, 
"Which you pretend now at this instant, 
Methinks, I cannot well deny thee, 
Because with words you satisfie me. 48 

" For what you said I do commend you, 
And in this cause I will befriend you ; 
Ask but the good-will of my Father, 
And you and I will joyn together." 

Clje fHan's Slnstocr. 
" Oh ! now thy words it doth revive me, 
For I did fear thou would'st deny me ; 
"While life doth last I'le ne'r forsake thee. 
Since for ray wife I mean to take thee. 56 

" There is never a Maid in London City 
In my conceit is like my Betty. 
She is so handsome in her favour, 
I think my self a-blest to have her." 

So to conclude, I wish each Lover 
To prove so constant to each other, 
As those two did of whom I'me speaking : 
There need not be so much heart-breaking. 64 

Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. 
[Black-letter. Three woodcuts, the first is on p. 158; the second on p. 147, 
see Note thereon : the third given later. Date unascertained, circa 1686.] 



[Roxburghe Coll., II. 153 ; Jersey, II. 270; Pepys, IV. 3.] 

Cije fair 3latij» of tlje Wicst ; 

'Cgc forrimate i^armcr'0 ^on, 

l^elatmg, Tjofa a ffiallant gotm^ SLatig m t!)£ TOrst^Countrg, b£mg 
courtctj bg mang Persons of d^uah'tg, refusEti tf)cm all, anti cast 
fjEt ^ffectfons upon a farmer's Son ; to iafjom slje bisco&ercti |]cr 
lobe ; anb, ijafcitng nci'tljcr Jatfjer nor JHotfjer lifaing to contratitct 
i)£r, t!)cg incre prifaatclg i!Harriet« to iotfj ii}tix l^carts' licsire ; anti 
noin libz in jog anti fjappg content. 

This may a pattern be to young and old ; 
True Love is to be valued more than Gold. 

Tune of, A gallant Damosel in Bristol City, etc., or William the Weaver} 

[The three cuts are the same as those on pp. 91 and 110.] 

Beauteous Lady of comely carriage, 
Whom mimy a gallant sought in Marriage, 
Eut she, with Modesty refusing. 
Would have a Lover of her own chuseing. 

Both noble Knights, and worthy Squires, 

To gain her love it was their desires ; 

But she consented not to any, 

Although she courted was by many. 8 

With patience she the time prolonged, 
Whilst many Suitors about her thronged ; 
Which gave her little Satisfaction, 
But in her mind did breed distraction. 

For often -times she would confess it, 
And to her friends she did express it : 
" He is not come yet, that I shall marry ; 
And therefore longer I yet must tarry." 16 

At length, one day she did discover 
The party that should be her lover : 
A Parmer's Son, of brisk behaviour ; 
He is the man must win her favour. 

1 The first of these tunes seems to be misquoted from " An Amorous Damsel of 
Bristol City," -which takes its name from the opening line of a Naval ballad soon 
to follow, entitled " The Constant Maid's Resolution" {cf. p. 169). The other 
is (Roxb. Coll., II. 519) not yet reprinted. It is entitled, " The Witty Maid of 
the "West," beginning " William the Weaver that lives in the West," sung to 
the tune of " You Ladies of London.'^ (See p. 15, and Roxb. Ballads, iii. 369.) 
The first-named tune was also known as / love thee, dear, hut dare not show it. 



162 The Fair Lady of the West . 

He wore no E.obes of rich attire, 

Por to Inflame her heart's desire : 

But yet his person did so please her, 

That Cupid with his Dart did seize her. 24 

Strange fancies in her mind did waver, 
That one of low descent should have her : 
Yet, by no means, she could withstand it. 
Since Destiny did so command it. 

Being thus lost in Cogitation, 

She asked no one's Approbation : 

But sending for her dearest Lover, 

To him she did her mind discover. 32 

Quoth she, " Your pardon. Sir, I crave it ; 
And by your looks, I hope to have it : 
Call not my modesty in question. 
For making of this bold transgression. 

" My heart is prisoner at your pleasure : 
The God of Love huth made a Seizure : 
Then let my Love be kindly taken, 
That I may never be forsaken. 40 

" I want no honour, nor no riches ; 
'Tis onely Love my heart bewitches ; 
For, many a Gallant I disdained, 
Who my affections ne're obtained. 

" Then since it is my happy fortune 
Your Love at this time to Importune, 
'Tis your kind Answer I desire. 
Which for my Love I do require." 48 

The young man, being much amazed, 
Upon her Beauty long he gazed : 
Admiring at her great perfection. 
Which brought her heart into Subjection. 

At length, being with Love Surprized, 

This loving Answer he devized : 

And breaking silence, to her Honour, 

He thus replyed in humble manner : 56 

" Fair Lady, if your love be reall, 
I should be loath to make deniall : 
But bless my fates for such a fortune, 
If of your Love I may be certain. 


The Fair Lady of the TFe^L 


" And, Madam, since it is your pleasure, 
For to possess me of a Treasure, 
Of which I am so far unworthy. 
With heart and soul, I'le ever love thee. 

" Although I lowly am descended, 
With kindness all shall be amended : 
And what I want in wealth and beauty. 
I'le make it up in Love and Duty." 

Quoth she, " For this your loveing Answer, 
My heart and hand you shall command. Sir : 
And I will be thy own for ever." 
And so they kist and went together. 

And, to redeem the time they tarried, 
In private they were shortly married : 
For why ? she had no parents liveing 
For to oppose her marriage giveing. 

And now they live with hearts contented, 
On neither side it is repented. — 
I wish all Lovers be so served, 
That for their constancy deserve it. 





[Colophon cut off. 

[Pepys copy printed for AVm. Thackeray, T. Passinger, and W. Whit-wood. In 
Black-letter. Three woodcuts, on pp. 110 and 91. Date of ballad, circa 1678.] 

[These cuts belong to " Dulcina," p. 166.] 



Cbe 2nooing of jTair Dulcina. 

" A silly Shepherd woo'd, but wist not how he might his Mistress' favour gain. 
On a time they met, but kiss'd not — ever after that he su'd in vain. 

Blame her not, alas ! tho' she said '■Nay ! ' to him that night, but fled away. . 

" A Woman's Nay is no denial, silly youths of Love are served so ; 
Put her to a farther trial, haply sheM take it, and say ' No ! ' 

For 'tis a trick which women use, what they love they will refuse. 

Then never stand ' Sweet, shall I ? shall I ?' nor too much commend an after- wit : 
" Silly youth, why dost thou dally, having got time and season fit ? 

lor he that will not when he may, when he will he shall have Nay .' " 

— The Silly Shepherd; in The Loyal Garland, before 1686. 


'DT profanum Tulgus ! Keep far away from us the tasteless churl 
and prurient prude who cannot feel the charm of this delicious and 
"Excellent Ditty, called the Shepherd's Wooing of fair Dulcina!" 
It was accredited to no less a poet than Sir Walter Raleigh, and is, 
in our judgement, not unworthy of the author who melodiously 
answered Kit Marlowe's glowing invitation, " Come live with me, 
and be my Love!" with the cold-hearted damsel's rationalistic 
response, beginning, " If Love and all the AYorld were young." 
To the enraptured J-over had been vouchsafed a dream of idyllic 
happiness, innocent and unworldly, a revival of the Golden Age. 
l^ut the maiden being of prematurely practical sagacity, must have 
already known something of the cares of housekeeping, so that 
she foresees any number of rocks ahead in such a Love-voyage, 
and refuses to embark her fortunes in the risky adventure. She 
feels no aptitude to endure the res angusta domi, and, we doubt 
not, she will sell her beauty to some mercenary Chapman who 
comes with a purse in his hand, and for whom she can feel no 
burdensome affection to controul her future movements. She will 
receive praise for prudence from her needy kinsmen, and be 
expected to serve them with her interest. Some few damsels 
will envy, while affecting to despise her, and to pity the discarded 
swain. Thereafter, her supposititious virtues will be proclaimed 
in marble on her monument, which shows her in statuary, stretched 
recumbently beside her subservient yoke-fellow, with two groups 
of insufferably conceited olive-branches in front, the boys on one 
side, the old-fashioned girls on the other, kneeling devoutly, making 
pretence of praying for a mother who had fulfilled respectably the 
duties of her station, but who had never let her heart beat save 
for her own well-beloved Self. If Sir "Walter lialeigh gave us 
the original "Wooing of Fair Dulcina," he made full amends for 
the previous outrage on Love's unselfish infatuation. It was worth 
encountering many a disappointment in life, all the trouble that 

Raleigh's " Wooing of the Fair Dulcina," 165 

arose from his own luckless misadventure with Queen Bess's fair 
Maid of Honour, his remorse (let us hope) for ingratitude to 
Essex, and the gloom of his final dungeon, to have written so 
melodious and seductive a strain as this of " As at IS^oon Dulcina 
rested." Shakespeare himself must have listened to it lovingly, 
and wished that it had been his own. Fortunately, nobody ever 
assigned it to him, or the modern criticasters would have despoiled 
him of it, as they are doing of most other writings, until they leave 
him shorn of all his wool. 

We cannot advance any indisputable evidence of Raleigh's 
authorship, beyond popular attribution, but there is no obstacle 
or difficulty against accepting the theory. No other claim 
is better supported, and the date is sufficiently near to be satis- 
factory. As a transferred ballad, Dulcina was entered to John 
White and Thomas Langley, in the Registers of the Stationers' 
Company, on 22nd of May, 1615. Several years before Raleigh's 
death the song must have been written. An inaccurate copy of 
the five early verses appears in the Percy Folio Manuscript, leaf 178 
(p. 23 of the Printed Version, Fourth Part, absurdly misplaced 
therein ; with an irreverent gird on p. iv at Bishop Percy, because 
he included it among the ^' Reliques'" without indication of feeling 
shocked at the supposed immodesty or impurity of the ditty ! ! !) 
It is printed in Westminster Drollery, Part ii. p. 59, 1672. With 
music, and the continuation beginning "Day was spent, and Night 
approached," it was reprinted in Pills to Purge Melancholy, vi. 206. 
In 1615 the tune bore name of the burden, Foregoe me nowe, come to 
me soone; next, i)M/aw« was interchangeable with "From Oheron 
in Fairy-Land" (for which see Popular Music of the Olden Time, 
p. 143). Pure warm-hearted girls sang the ballad fearlessly, 
without a thought of wrong. In Walton's Compleat Angler, p. 65, 
1653, the Milk-maid's mother asks, "What song was it, I pray 
you ? Was it . . . ' As at noon Dulcina rested ' ? " 

*^* Note. — "We correct the broadside's misprints in a few places, following a 
better text of The Westminster Drollery, Part Second, 1672. The lioxburghe 
Collection exemplar reads as follows : — In first stanza, " so /«r that for a farther 
boon." Second Stanza has '■^means'' and ''let,'" instead of "■tongues" and 
" bid.'^ More important differences are mentioned in our final Notes, on p. 169. 
It will be noticed that in the Continuation- stanzas the rhyming of first and third 
lines has been neglected ; showing a different hand from that of the original. 

To the tune of Biilcma was sung " The Desperate Damsel's Tragedy," by 
Martin Parker, beginning, " In the gallant month of June." 

Initial letters are found occasionally in the woodcuts of old ballads, when 
the blocks were not borrowed from earlier books. These initials represent the 
publisher's name. Thus " _F.C.," on p. 131, means Francis Cotes ; and " iJ./." on 
pp. 66, 166, 195, indicates the former property of Richard Johnes. 

i=t^%'3^^-^0^ — 


[Roxburghe Coll., II. 402 ; Pepys, lY. 6 ; Douce, II. 204 ; Jersey, I. 295.] 

an (BvttUmt 2Dittp, callcti 

[The] Tone is [its own], Lulcina. 


["so far." 


AS at noon Dulcina rested, 
In her sweet and shady Bower, 
Came a Shepheard, and requested 

In her arms to sleep an hour ; 
But, from her look, a wound he took, 
So [deep] that for a farther hoon. 
The Nymph he prays ; wherefore she says, 
" Forgo me noio, come to me soon ! " 

But in vain she did conjure him 

For to leave her presence so. 
Having thousand [tongues] to allure him, ^ai. led. means. 

And but one to [bid] him go ; [misprint, "let." 

Where Lips invite, and eyes delight. 
And Cheeks as fresh as Rose in June, 
Persuade to stay, what boots to say, 

" Forgo me noio ! come to me soon " ? 


The Shephei-d' 8 Wooijtg of Fair DxAcina. 167 

"Words, whose hopes have now injoyned 

Him to let Dulcina sleep ; 
Could a man's love be confined, 

Or a Maid her promise keep ? 
No, for her waiste, he held as fast 
As she was constant to her tune ; 
And still she spake, " For Cupid's sake, ^ 

Forgo me now, come to me soon."" 24 

He demands, " What time or leisure 

Can there be more fit than now ? " 
She says, [" Night gives Love that pleasure, 

That the Day doth] not allow." ^ 
The Sun's [kind light forjj;ives delight,"] 
Quoth he, " More [easily] than the moon; 
In Venus' playes be bold ! " She says, 

'* Forgo me noio, come to me soon / " 32 

But no promise nor profession 

From his hands [could] purchase scope ; * 
Who would sell the sweet possession 

Of such a beauty for a hope ? 
Or for the sight of lingring night 
Forgo the present joys of noon ? 
Though none so fair, her speeches were, 

" Forgo me now, come to me soon /" ^ 40 

How at last agreed these Lovers ? t^^- ^««'- ' ''^'"^•' 

She was fair and he was young ; 
[Tongue may tell what eye discovers : 

Joys unseen are never sung.] ^ 
He said, " My Dear, my Love not fear ! 
Bright Phoebus' beams out-shines the Moon." 
Dulcina prays, and to him says, 

'' Forgo me now, come to me soon .' " ® 48 

STfje Sccanli Part: To the same Tune. 

DAY was spent, and Night approached ; 
Venus fair was Lovers' friend. 
She intreated bright Apollo 

That his Steeds their race might end ; 
He could not say this Goddess " Nay ! " 
But granted Love's fair Queen her boon : 
The Shepherd came to this fair Dame, 

" Forgo me now, come to me soon ! " 56 

168 The Shepherd' n Wooing of Fair YixAiivcvdk. 

" Sweet," he said, *' as I did promise, 

I am now return'd again. 
Long delay (you know) breeds danger, 

And to Lovers breedeth pain." 
The Nymph said then, " Above all men, 
Still welcome, Shepherd, morn or noon." 
The Shepherd prays, Dulcina says, 

" Shepherd, I douht thoiCrt come too soon." 64 

"When that bright Aurora blushed, 

Came the Shepherd to his dear ; 
Pretty Birds most sweet[ly] warbled. 

And the noon approached near. 
Yet still " Away! " the Nymph did say, 
The Shepherd he fell in a swound. 
At length she said, " Be not afraid ! 

Forgo me now, come to me soon /" 72 

With grief of heart the Shepherd hasted [5«- tripped? 

Up the mountains to his flocks ; 
Then he took a Reed and piped, 

Echo sounded through the llocks : 
Thus did he play, and wisht the Day 
"Were spent, and night were come e'r noon ; 
"The silent night is Love's delight: 

Fll go to fair Dulcina soon ! " 80 

Beauteous Darling, fair Dulcina, ^ai. lect. "Beautie's." 

Like to Venus for her Love, 
Spent away the day in passion, 

Mourning like the Turtle-Dove ; 
Melodiously, notes low and hye. 
She warbled forth this doleful tune, 
" Oh come again, sweet Shepherd Swain ! 

Thou can^st not be with me too soon." 88 

"NVhen that Thetis in her Palace 

Had receiv'd the Prince of Light, 
Came in Corydon, the Shepherd, 

To his Love and heart's delight ; 
Then Pan did play, the Wood-Nymphs they 
Did skip and dance to hear the tune ; 
Hxjmen did say, " 'Tis Holy-day, 

Forgo me now, come to me soon ! " 96 

Printed for F. Coles, F. Vere, J. Wright and J. Clarke. 

[In Black-letter. Four woodcuts, two on p. 163, others on p. 166. Original date, 
without the Second Part, before May 22, 1615. Notes on next page.j 

Notes on various Readings of" Dulcina." 169 

^ The Percy Folio MS. reads, instead of this, " Though neere so fayre her 
speeches ■were." Westminster-Drolhry agrees with our text. 

^ This fourth stanza is so incorrectly rendered in the Eoxburghe broadside, 
incongruously, and injuring the sense, that we transfer it from the text to this 
place (substituting on p. 167 the better text of The Westminster-Drollery). 

He demands, " What time or leisure 

Can there be more fit than now ? " 
She says, "Men may say their pleasure, 

Yet I of it do not allow" 
" The Sun's clear light shineth more bright," 

Quoth he, " more fairer than the Moon ; 
For her to praise, He loves," he says, [s'c- 

" Forgo 7ne now : Come to me soon ! " 

The Percy Folio MS. agrees with Westminster -Drollery in reading " The Sun's 
kind sight forgives delight, quoth he, more easily than the moon," (except a 
blunder of writing " same " for "sun"), and reads rightly " be bold !" which 
the Westminster-Drollery misprints as " he told." In our pages the original text 
is at last restored, we hope, satisfactorily. 

3 We substitute the Westminster-Drollery " could " for broadside "to." 

* This fifth stanza is omitted from the Percy Folio MS. 

^ We are unwilling to retain as our text the weakly-substituted broadside re- 
cast, " If you'll believe me, I will tell ye, True Love fixed lasteth long." 
Perhaps this reading was an expedient to suit the new continuation. But the 
quaint humour, espieglerie, of the original is inimitable : in eliect : " Who can tell 
how it ended? The tongue may speak of what has been seen, but if the joys 
were by others unwitnessed they remain unsung." 

^ Westminster Drollery nearly coincides (changing ' Loves ' to ' Joyes ') with 
the Percy Folio MS., which here reads : — 

" But who knowes how agreed these lovers ? 

She was fayre, and he was younge ; 
Tongue may tell what eye discovers : 

Loves unseene are never sung. 
Did she consent, or he relent ? 

Accepts he Night, or grants she Noon ? 
Left he her Mayd, or not ? she sayd, 

" Forgoe me now, come to tne soone" 

This original end of the song was spoilt by modifying, to admit the additional 
six stanzas as a sequel : none of them are in the Percy Folio MS. 

London-born "Scotch" songs were written by D'Urfey and 
similar humourous dramatists ; the tunes being composed to them 
by Tom Farmer and other popular musicians, who skilfully imitated 
the so-called "Northern" style of melody, common in Yorkshire, 
Durham, and Northumberland. The cool manner in which these 
ditties were " lifted " by some Caledonian freebooters, descendants of 
Border reivers who had ' conveyed ' English beeves across Tweed 
and Cheviot aforetime, need surprise no one. William Chappell 
has done yeoman's service in retrieving the lost property, most of 
it bearing the London hall-mark. (Compare pp. 193 to 199.) 


^oggie's Bicalousic. 

" How short is the pleasure that follows the pain a poor Lover is forc'd to endure, 
The joys we long wait for we soon lose again, and relapse in the midst of the cure. 

" Ah, Phillis ! I wish you had still been unkind, since from you I so quickly 
must part ; 
To think of a bliss I no longer can find is a grief that will break my sad heart." 
— Song, with music composed by John Reading, before 1691. 


lEFORE giving the ballad founded on Apbra Behn's "City 
Heiress" song, beginning, "Ah, Jenny ! gin your eyen do kill," 
we are glad to reprint another often-mentioned Anglo-Scotch song, 
entitled " Moggie's Jealousy ; or, Joehie's Vindication." We have 
shown (in Vol. IV. p. 544, and Vol. V. p. 193) that the Duke of 
Monmouth had been impressed with this song, either in 1679 when 
he was in Scotland, or at latest early in 1685 when in Holland, thus 
he jotted down several of the stanzas, from memory. Compare the 
true text now given with the memoranda of Vol. IV. p. 544. 

These memoranda are the more useful because they preserve, 
howsoever loosely, the words of " Wilt thou be wilful still, my Jo?" 
The alternative tune is so named, along with "You London Lads, 
be merry," which marks a ballad already given (in Vol. V. p. 24). 

Among the numerous ballads appointed to be sung to the tune of 
^'Moggie's Jealomy,^^ we mention the following : — 

1. — " As I went forth to view the Spring "=Last Lamentation of 
the Languishing Squire. (See page 228 of this group.) 

2. — " As Roger and Mary were toyling ^^=zRoger and Mary. 

3. — " My dearest, come hither to me "=ilnvincible Love. 

4. — " My own dear Nanny, my fair one "=Jealous Nanny. 

5. — " Now listen, and be not mistaken "1= West-Country Wedding. 

6. — " Cupid / thou now art too cruel " = Shepherd's Complaint. 

7. — " There was an a bonny young Lass " = Surpriz'd Shepherdess. 

8. — " There was an Exciseman so fine."=The Crafty Miss. 

9. — " Two Lovers by chance they did meet ":= Love's Power. 
10. — "When Tommy became first a Lover ":= Faithful Shepherd. 
11. — " You Lasses of London attend me " = A Mad Marriage. 
Nos. 1, 4, 8, 9, 10, are in Roxb. Coll. ; No. 10 on p. 174. 
Having again mentioned the Duke of Monmouth, let us here note 
a fact that carries the tune named as The Duke of MonmouWs Jigg 
(compare p. 57) a few years farther back in date than 1678. In the 
second Part of The Wentminster -Drollery , p. 107, is a song entitled 
" The Politick Girle," beginning, " My dearest Katy, prethee be 
but constant now ; " and this is marked to be sung to the tune in 
question. We shall hereafter give " No more, silly Cupid, will I 
sigh and complain," to the same tune. The ditty is entitled the 
" Batchelor's Ballad." It is answered by another, beginning, "Who's 
here so ingenious, mis-spending his time?" Also given hereafter. 


[Roxburghe CoUectiou, II. 3.58 ; Pepys, IV. 32 ; Douce, II. 158 verso.] 


iOteto ^ong of fl^oggie's 31ealouj3:ie : 

loclue'0 Fintiicanon* 

Moggy from Joclcey she needs would depart, 
Though Jockey he lov'd his Moggy at heart; 
Jockey he wondredat Moggie's strange huli' ; 
But Moggy was jealous, and that was enough. 

Tune of, You London Lads he Merry ; or, WooH tlioxi he ivilfuU 

still, my Joe ? 

Tllere was an a bonny young Lad 
Was keeping of bonny win Sbeep; 
There was an a bonny young Lass 

Was a wading the waters so deep : 
Was a wading the waters so deep, 

And a little above her knee ; 
And still she cry'd, " Bonny Larl, 
Wilt thou come and mow with me ? " 

[= few sheep. 

172 Moggie's Jealousy ; or, Jockey's Vindication. 

" Where art thou gangiug, my Moggy ? 

And where art thou ganging, my Dove, 
And woo't thou go from thy poor Jockey, 
And so dearly that he does love ? " 
" I'se ganging to fair Edenhoroiigh, 

To spir for a Lad that is true ; [' «• speir=ask. 

And if I return not to-morrow, 

Then, Jockey, Tse lid thee adieus 16 

" How thinlc'st thou that I can endure 
To part with thee all a long night ? 
When I am not able, thou art sure 
To have thee once out of my sight." 
" 'Tis a folly, my Jockey, to flatter, 

For I must gang where I did tell ; 
Or offer to mince up the matter : 

So, Jockey, Tse bid thee farewell^ 24 

" But shall I gang with thee, my fair one, 
And shall I gang with thee, my Joe ? 
And shall it be welcome, my dear one, 
To gang with my Moggy, or no ? " 
" We'l hand in hand trip to the house. 
That stands within ken of the Town ; 
And there I will have a carrouse. 
And for ever take leave of my loon / " 32 

" But what have I done, my Moggy, 
That thou art so willing to part 
With poor unfortunate Jockey, 

And break his too loving heart?" 
'* I'se warrant his heart for a plack.^ 
Ye 'as mere a Mon then to rue. 
For a thing that ye cannot lack, 

And so, Jockey, I^se bid thee adieu ! " 40 

" Then must we part, my Jewel, 
And I never see thee no mair ? 
And can'st thou be so cruel 

To eyn that loves thee so dear? " [=*" o"^- 

" An' have I not lov'd thee as muckle ? 
And have I not shown it as true ? 
But I scorn to another to truckle, 

&o, Jockey, Vse bid thee adieu / " 48 

* Insured at small risk. Twa bodies mak ae plack, ye ken, =.^ of a bawbee. 

Moggie's Jealousy ; or, JockeijH Vindication. 173 

" Now Heaven preserve my good woman I 

'Ods Bread, she's jealous I trow ! 
My Moggy, these tears are not common ; 

Thy heart has had muckle to do : 
'Tis onely a love-sick mistake, 

That ever can make me untrue ; 
Eut the Parson amends he shall make, 

If you never tvill hid me adieus 56 

" How willingly I do believe thee. 

And tye thee once more to my heart ; 
But if thou again does deceive me, 

For ever, for ever we'l part : 
But I'se am in hopes that my Jockey 

Will never more prove so untrue ; 
But ever be kind to his Moggy, 

Nor V&e never hid him adieu." 64 


Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-street. 

[In Black-letter, with four woodcuts, all of which are given. The first is the 
oval portrait of Oliver Cromwell's wife (see reduction helow) ; second is the 
top half of a Scotsman (p. 183, seen complete on p. 171) ; the third is a man 
cloaked, now given ; fourth, the woman on p. 171. Date of ballad, as regintered, 
the 1st of June, 1684.] 



[Roxburghe Collection, II. 150 ; Douce Collection, I. 77 verso.] 

Cl)e iraitl)fm ^l)ept)erD ; 


Cge ilotjc0 of 'S^ommu anti M annpf 

To A NEW Scotch Tune; or, Tfiere ^vas an a bonnt/ young Lad, &c. [p. 171]. 

WHen Tommy became first a Lover, 
His Nanny so fir'd ev'ry part, 
That poor Tommy's eyes did discover 
The Conquest she made of his heart. 
"Ah ! Nanny,''' qiioth he, " be not cruel, 
reverse that ill fate of your mind ! 
Who[m] nature ordain'd for a jewel, 

Should never he fair and unkind : 
Ah ! Nanny," (imth he, " \hc not cruel,'] S^-c. 9 

" "Were all those plump smiling Oraces, 

That delicate supple white skin. 
That seems to disoul in the Embraces, [qu. dissolve ! 

And would force a Senick to Sin : [=cynic. 

Were these my dear Nanny, bestow'd thee 

To keep a perverse peevish mind ; 
Or to bless thy dear Tommy that loves thee, 

Ah ! never he fair and unkind : 
Were these [wy dear Nanny, hestoio'd thee,] ^c. 18 

" The hopes of those Ivory Pillows, 

To repose my poor head on at night, 
Secures me from all Fortunes Billows, 

Or ought that can Nature affright : 
There's nothing but Nanny can please me, 

To Nanny my soul is confin'd. 
No, nothing but Nanny can ease me, 

Theyi Nanny, dear Nanny, he kind ; 
There's nothing [hut Nanny can please me], ^c. 27 

" In Nannt/s dear sight I have anguish, 

Which Blushes proclaim in my face, 
And out of her sight I do languish. 

To think who possesses my place : 
Ah ! Nanny, no more let me leave thee, 

But both be together confin'd, 
And of all my fears undeceive me, 

and for ever for ever he kind : 
Ah.' Nanny, [no more let me leave thee,] ^c. 36 

The Faithful Shepherd. 175 

*' Ah ! Nanny, you told me you lov'd me, 

And bid me no more to complain, 
And when I have sigh'd have reprov'd me, 

And kist me, and vow'd it a Gaine ; 
You told me that Fortune should never 

Dispoyl what your Soul had design'd, 
That you would be Tommy'' s for e^er, 

And for ever to Tommy he hind : 
You told \_me that Fortune should never"], 8fC. 45 

" Remember, dear iVflswwy, you said it, 

And call'd all the Gods to attest, 
And blushing to think that you did it, 

You laid your face close to my Breast : 
Remember how dearly I blest ye. 

And beg'd ne'r to alter your mind ; 
Remember how often you kist me, 

And vovfd you ivould alwQyes he kind : 
Remember how \_dearly I blest ye], 8fc. 54 

" But now cruel Nanny has left me, 

And owns me no more for her own. 
And all my joys has bereft me, 

And turn'd all my hopes to dispair : 
That Nanny that once had so loving, 

Obliedging, so gentle a mind. 
That Nanny of all Creatures moving 

Is noiv perjur'd, false, and unkind : 
That Nanny, [ivho once was so loving], 8fc. 63 

" "What tho' my dear Nanny be cruel, 

And nothing her fancy can move, 
Yet Nanny must still be my jewel. 

And all that my Soul can love. 
Perhaps 'tis no alter of Nature, 

But only for Reasons Confin'd, 
So lovely, so pritty a Creature, 

Can never prove false and unkind. 72 


[In Black-letter. Two woodcuts, given on p. 28. Date, soon after June, 1684. 
Publisher's name cut off. The Douce copy was printed for Jonah Deacon.] 


Cf)e loDe.0 of Jockey ann 3lennp» 

Wilding. — " I love you extremely, and wou'd teach you to love." 

Chariot. — " Ah, weel a day ! " {Sighs and smiles.) 

Wilding. — " A thing I know you do not understand.'' 

Chariot. — " Gued faith ! and ye 're i' th' right, Sir; yet 'tis a thing I's often 

hear ye gay men talk of." 
Wilding. — " Yes, and no doubt have been told those pretty Eyes inspired it ?" 
Chariot. — " Gued 'deed ! and so I have. Ye men make fu' raickle ado aboot 

one's Eyes. Wae'sme! I'se e'en tired with sic like compliments." 
Wilding. — " Ah ! If you give us wounds, we must complain." 
Chariot. — " Ye may e'en keep out o' harms' way then ! " 
Wilding. — " Oh, we cannot ; or if we cou'd, we wou'd not." 
Chariot. — " Marry ! and l\se have a Song to that tune, Sir.'* 
Wilding. — " Dear Creature, let me beg it." 

Chariot. — " Gued faith ! ye shall not, Sir: I's sing without entreaty." 
{She sings : " Ah, Jenng ! gen your eyes do kill, 
You'll let me tell my pain," etc.) 

— Aphra Behn's City Heiress, Act iii. 1682. 


HE original two verses of the play-house song, "Ah, Jenny, gin 
your eyen do kill," after the introduction which now forms our 
motto, were sung by Mrs. Eutler, in the character of Chariot the 
City Heiress, in Aphra Behn's comedy of that name, 1682. Chariot 
is at the time masquerading as a simple Scotch Lass, to try the 
faith and affection of her lover Tom "Wilding, the discarded Tory 
nephew of Whigmaleerie Sir Timothy Treat-all, "an old seditious 
Knight, that keeps open-house for Commonwealthsmen and true- 
blue Protestants" — a highly objectionable character, detested by 
all loyal Cavaliers and Courtiers in 1682. Tom Betterton played 
the nephew, Tom JSTokes was the uncle, John Bowman and John Lee 
(actors often mentioned in our previous volumes) took two other 
p-irts, Dresswell and Sir Anthony Merrywill, " an old Tory Knight 
of Devonshire," in the same lively comedy. Despite some un- 
Greenlandish warmth and improprieties of free speech, with 
incidents as risky as a Palais-Koyal Vaudeville, let us do her the 
justice to admit that Mistress Aphra Behn's comedies possess the 
high merit of keeping the audience amused : thus their sparkling 
dialogue, melodious verses, and incessant "stage business" gave 
opportunity for such actors as are named above, with Mrs. Barry, 
Diyden's friend Mrs. Beeves, Mrs. Butler, and other ladies, to 
charm beholders. 

The play-house song was printed with the music, composer's 
name not given, in the Fifth Book of John Playford's Choice 
Ayres, p. 25, 1684. This Fifth Book had been delayed in 
publication three months, he tells " all Lovers and Understanders 
of Musick," because " the late dreadful Frost put an Embargo upon 

Bnlhids, Time of " Ah ! Jenny, gin ijout' eijn do lull. 177 

the Press for more than ten weeks," and we fully sympathize with 
the compositors and pressmen, since only a few found employment 
with George Croom, printing ballads and cards on the ice during 
"Frost Fair on the Thames," in February, 168|-, as we have tried 
to show in Roxhurghe Ballads, vol. v. pp. 457 to 469. 

Speedily popular became the Aphra Behn song of '' Ah! Jenny, 
gin your eyn do kill" (it is less her handiwork than that of her 
friend Tom D'Urfey, who considered himself /ac/Ze ijrinceps in the 
writing of Anglo-Scotch ditties). To be amplified as two broadside- 
ballads, chanted and hawked in the streets, was the next advance. 
In the Pills to Pxirge Melancholy, 1699, p. 280, and 1719, iii. 262, 
the music and two original verses are given. Of course, the word 
" gen " or " gin " is Scotice for " If." Of varim lectiones we may 
note, " My gloomy showering eyne," but it is "faded" in Playford 
and the broadside. " And on the Banks of shaded Brooks I pass 
my wearied time ; I call the streams that glideth on," etc. Proolcsby's 
and Beacon's distinct amplifications, having oiily the original opening 
verses in common, are here reprinted complete, on pp. 178 and 181. 

The tune of Ah ! Jenny gin is often cited for ballads, in close 
union with The Fair One let me in, and When husy Fa?ne ; with 
Young Phaon; also As I ivalh'' d forth to tahe the air. Among the 
many ballads thus distinguished we name the following : — 
1. — "A merry milkmaid on a time "=Milkmaid's Morning Song. 
2. — " Ah ! woe is me ! " etc. z=Jenny^s Lamentation (p. 184). 
3. — " All you that do in love delight "=Life of Love (p. 191). 
4. — "As I walk'd forth to take," = Despairing Maiden Revived. 
5. — "As I walk'd forth to take the air."=New-blos'm'd Marigold. 
6. — " Give ear awhile unto my song" = Subtle Damosel's Advice. 
7. — " How long, JElisa, shall I mourn ? "^Good Luck at Last. 
8. — '■'■ Luciyia, sitting in her bower "=Fair Liicina Conq. (p. 189). 
9. — " My Love is on the brackish sea " = Seaman's Sorrowful Bride. 
10. — " None can endure the flames ":^ Seamen's Lamentation. 
11. — " The night her blackest sable wore "=Kind Lady (p. 195). 
12. — " There is a Lad in our town ":= Love-sick Maid, etc. (p. 186). 
13. — " Till from Leghorn I do return ":= Loyal Constancy. 
14. — "We that do lead a country life"=:Merry Plowman and 

15. — " When C2«/??'(^'sfierceand powerful dart"=FalseMan'sCruelty. 
16. — "You that enjoy your heart's delight "=:Love-sick Maid of 

17. — "Young Gallants all and Ladies fair ":=Yirgin's Tragedy. 



[Roxb. Coll., II. 304 ; Pepys, IV. 110; Jersey, II. 122 ; Eiiing, 173 ; Hutli, II. 2.] 

Cl)e 3lot)t0 of 3locltep and 3mn^ : 

A MOST Pleasant new Song. [To its own Play-house Tune.] 

[Jockey sings.] 

" AH! Jenny, gin, your Eyn do kill, 
/l_ Tou'l let me tell my pain ; 
Guid Faith ! I'se lov'd against my will, 

But wou'd not break my Chain : 
I eance was call'd a bonny Lad, [= i ^"co. 

Till that fair face of yonrs 
Betray'd the freedom once I had, 

And all my blither hours. 8 

And now, wey's me ! like Winter looks, 

My faded showring ey'n ; 
And on the banks of shaddowing Brooks 

I pass the tedious time : 
I'se call the streams that glide soft on 

To witness if they see, 
On au' the banks they glide along. 

So true a swain as me. 16 

[Here ends the original Song. 

The Loven o/' Jockey and Jenny. 179 

Jockey [continues]. 

" Wey's me, can Jenny doubt my Love, 

When an' the lasses see 
That I done slight each mikle Dove, 

And languish but for thee ? 
I'se have five Acres of good Lond, 

Both Sheep and muckle Kine ; 
And an' for Jenny to command : 

Sweet Jenny, then be mine." 24 


" Weys me, when Jockey kens my store. 
He's will repent his pain ; 
And an' his mickle suit give o're, 
Poor Jenny he'l disdain." 


" Xow by this blasted Oak I swear, 
I'se cannot cliuse but moan : 
Does Jenny think I'se love for Geer, 

Ne[y,] 'tis her self alone. 32 

" I'se have a pail to milk the Ews, 

Two Dishes and four S2)oon ; 
Besides Cheese-Fats, the Curds to scrue, 

A Pot and two new Shoon : 
A Ladle, Spit, and Dripping-Pan, 

Two Stools, and one Straw-Bed ; 
On which poor Jockey wad full fain 

Get Jenny's Maiden-head." 10 


" Nay, if mine Jockey be so stor'd, 

We's ne[ed] no more to buy ; 
Geud faith ! I'se have a muckle hoard 

That will the rest supply : 
I'se have two Cheeses made of whey, 

A Pudding Tub, and Pan ; 
To fry Tripe on the Wadding-day, 

If Jockey be the Man." 48 

[_ Jockey.] 

" Geud faith ! since Jenny's pleas'd to bless 

Her Love-sick humble Swain ; 
I'se by this shade do now profess 

I'se constant will remain : 
Yea, by th' agi'eement now I'se swear, 

I'se auways loving prove : 
So that each Lass shall envy her, 

To see how well I'se love. 56 


" If Jockey's Eiches will not do. 
Thy Jenny will not fail, 
To take her Kettle and go Brew 
A cragg of Nappy Ale. 

180 The Loves ofioiikey and Jenn)^ 

" A strike of Mault with pain and care, 

Well Houswiv'd may do well ; 

"Tis stock enough for we poor Folk, 

That Brew good Ale to sell. 64 

" Then let us gang to muckle Johx, 

That he may tye the knot ; 

That I your joys may hasten on, 

Sin' 'tis kind Jockfi/s lot." 

[Jockey. "] 

" With au his heart Jocley will gang, 
And happy shall he be : 
To hugg his Jenny au night long, 

In miekle mirth and glee. 72 

" Then good Sir Donkin, hy your leave, L '^"^^ '"/'"• 

A Wadding we mun have ; 
Dost see the Skippets and Belloons, 

With Lads and Lasses brave 'i 
I'se Jockey take thee Jmny true. 

To be my waddetl Wife ; 
Forsake ray Loons and Lubher-Loons, 

To please thee all my life." 80 


Printed for P. Broukshij, at the Golden-Ball, in West-Smithjteld. 

[Black-letter. Five woodcuts in Eoxb. Coll., IL 304 : of these we give two 
on p. 178 ; the third and fifth are small "Alma Mater Cautabrigia" emblems, 
given on p. 288 ; the fourth is a circidar picture of Robin-IIood (see p. 229). 
The woodcuts on p. 178 represent earlier lovers than Jockey and Jenny: 
perhaps Ann Hathaway of Shottery coui'ted by her own "sweet Will," our 
" gentle Willie " Shakespeare f J 

%* " Sir Donkin " is addressed to the " Mess John," or Minister, who has been 
already mentioned as "Muckle John." Although the words are lost, there had 
been formerly a favourite tune '■^Donkin Largason." In this final verse there is a 
clear invitation for a second part to follow, and the noble courage of the balLad- 
writers could be depended on to take up the gage. (Compare Note on p. 183.) 
Donkin may have been a corruption of Dominican, used for any black-and- 
white-garbed ofl&ciating priest at marriages. 

' Skippets' were straw-baskets. 'Belloons' or balloons were toy balls, for games. 


31otfecp's JLamcntation tutneD to 3lop. 

S already mentioned, on p. 177, the broadside of "Ah, Jenny! gin," 
published by Jonah Deacon, is entirely different from Philip Erooksby's version 
(except in the two stanzas of the original song). We therefore add it on next 
page, from the apparently-unique exemplar in B. H. Bright' s Supplementary 
Volume. Allured by counter-temptations of fine language and sentiment, Deacon's 
rhymester cannot steer clear of the sunken rocks and shivering-sands or 
Kelpie's-Flow of Anglo-Scotch dialect, in his ensuing "Jockey's Lamentation." 


[Roxburglie Collection, IV. 18.] 

3loc{iep's lamentation tum'D to 3|op ; 

3lennp pielDs at JLast. 

Bcmg a most tieli'tjljtful I^Tcto Song, grcatlg in tcquest botlj in 

(Court anti Ctftg. 


AH ! Jenny gin your eyn do kill, you'l let me tell my pain, 
Geud faith ! I'se lov'd against my will, but wou'd not break 
my Chain : 
I eance was call'd a bonny Lad, till that fair face of yours, 
Eetray'd the freedom once I had, and all my blither hours. 4 

" And now, wey's me ! like Winter looks my faded sha(^dowing eyn ; 
And on the banks of shaddowing Brooks, I pass the tedious time : 
I'se call the streams, that glide soft on, to witness if they see 
On all the banks they glide along so true a Swain as me. lOrig. end. 

"No, none could e're so faithful prove, no love could mine exceed ; 
Yet in this Maze I'se still must move, where hopes are all my feed : 
Then Jenmj, turn thy eyes on me, turn thy blushing face ! 
Let Jockey now some comfort spee, or else he dees apace. 12 

182 Jockey's Lamentatio)t turned to Joy. 

' My flocks they all neglected are, and stray in yonder Grove ; 
Whilst here I'se court my pritty fair, and fain would have her love : 
Then prethee, Jenny, be not coy ! for a more constant Swain 
J^ever did bonuy Lass enjoy, upon this flowery Plain," 16 


" Alas ! kind Jockey, I'se can grieve to hear you sigh and moan, 
But wey's me ! I'se can ne'r believe you with such passion burn : 
Swains now of late have got the knack, poor Damosels to betray, 
liut when they once have what they lack, ah ! then tliey's gang away. 

" I'se cannot think, kind Jockey, you, who every Lass can court, 
To any one can e're be true, should she once yield her Fort : 
For shou'd I'se now believe your tongue, and you shou'd break your troth 
Wey's me! then Jenny is undone, and looseth all she 'n hath." 2i 


" Ah ! my dear Jenny, think not I, my love so shallow build, 
For if I'se have you not I'se dye, I'se swear by this gay field : 
I'se languish often on these banks, to streams oft tell my moan ; 
Witness, ye Swans, whose silver ranks in grief have seen me drown." 


Alas! could I but think you ti'uc, I'se willingly could love ; 
Yet swear once by your liunnet blew, you ever kind will prove : 
And I'se consider on't a while, for, ah me ! love is blind. 
And if you Jenny won't beguile, geud faith ! I'se may be kind." 32 


" I by my Bonnet swear, and all that ever I'se hold dear. 
Nay, I'se the woods and flocks do call to witness too, my dear : 
O joyful me ! come let us gang, I'se can no longer stay. 
My joys to mighty height are sprang, since Jenny says not nay." 


" Come, take my hand, but I'se do fear, your love in time will waste, 
And then, wey's me ! sad grief and care to death will Jenny haste." 


" Fear not, my Love, my joy, my Bride, but let us hence away, 
And you shall find by Virgin's side a blither lad ne'r lay." 40 


Printed for J. Deacon, at the sign of the Anyel, in Guiltspur-street, 

without Neivyate. 

[In Black-letter. Four woodcuts. Two given on p. 181 ; two on next page. 

Date, i^robably, 1683 or 1684.] 

Jockey's Lanientatioii turned to Joy. 


The half-length woman, with exposed breasts (from J. Bulwer's Anthropo- 
mctnmofphosis, 1653, p. 311), here modified, represents Jenny. 

Many of the blocks from this curious old book, representing monstrosities and 
peculiar customs of savage tribes, fell into the hands of ballad-publishers, and 
were introduced on broadsides with total disregard of appropriateness. One of 
these woodcuts will be found in Roxburffhe Ballads, ii. 442 ; another in our vol. 
iv. p. 14, left ; also the square-hatted man on p. 488 of the same volume : others 
will follow soon. The man holding a glove, on p. 195, was copied from the same 
hook., viz. Dr. J. Tivitwev''s Anthropometajiiorp/iosis : Man Ti ansformed ; or, The 
Ai tificial Changelhig, Historically Presented : In the mad and cruel Gallantry, 
foolish Bravery, ridiculous Beauty, filthy Finenesse, and loathesome Loveliness of 
most Nations, fashioning and altering their bodies from the mould intended by 
Nature : with [woodcut] figures of those Transformations. To which artificial! 
and affected Deformations are adiied all the Native and National Monstrosities 
that have appeared to disfigure the Humane Fabrick." The learned and eccentric 
M.D.'s book in Mus. Brit, bears Thomason's date of purchase, 14th June, 1653. 
The Lowland Whig (shown below) caixies gloves ; in order to satisfy hesitating 
Southrons and Jenny, who refuse to join hands with him, in matrimony or 
friendship, owing to certain prejudices against cutaneous disorders identified with 
the Cremona of Ossian (or Caledonian violin) : toujaursjidele, if all tales be ti'ue. 
With his cudgel or quarter-statt' lie affords a Shakespearian illustration : " I will 
not fight with a Pole, like a Northern-man ? " (Lore^s Labour's Lost, v. 2.) 

*^* There was a ballad-broadside, entitled a " Second Part of the Scotch 
Wedding," published (Roxb. Coll., III. 116), beginning, " As Jenny Crack and 
I together ligg'd in bed." But it is to a dilfereut tune (belonging to D'Urfey's 
" In /«//««>•// last"), and may be the sequel of /<>««// Cmck, " I told young /ew«y." 
We add another Lamentation, or Scotch " Jenny " ballad (Roxbiughe Collection, 
II. 224, and IV. 17). It is sometimes printed " A weel's me ! " and " A woe's 
me ! " (3rd copy), but we venture to give it as "Ah, woe's me ! poor harmless 
Maid ! " It is marked to the same tune of " Ah ! Jenny, gin." The other tune, 
composed by Tom Farmer, " When busy Fame o'er all the plain," was mentioned 
in vol. v. p. 422, 690, 692 ; and the ballad to which it belonged appeared in 
vol. iii. p. 568. "When Busy Fame " is distinct from " When Flying Fame " 
— the words of which we have not recovered : they were of earlier date. But 
we have reprinted the original song of '' When busy Fame " on p. 102. 


[Roxbiirghe Collection, II. 224 ; IV. 17 ; Huth, I. 139.] 

3tnnfs ^Lamentation for t\)t loss 

of Ijtv Icmmp. 

She wnncler'd up and dowu for Love, till she was weary grown, 
Then sate down in a shady grove, and thus she made lier moau. 

TuxE OF, \^Ah .'] tTimvT/, Gin ; or, [ lVhe)i\ Busie Fame. 

AH, Woe's me ! poor harmless maid ! my hopes are quite undone, 
Por Jemmy he is from me fled, who onst I thought my own : 
Alas ! he's gone for evermore from her who lov'd him well, 
AVho will his memory adore, whilest upon Earth I dwell. 

" Ah ! cruel Swain, that thou shou'd prove so perjur'd to thy Love, 
To make her wander in this grove, like to the Turtle Dove, 
Who, losing of her mate, does pine, and moane it self to death ; 
So shall I murmure to the wind as long as I have breath. 8 

" Could thou so faithless prove to one that gave to thee her heart? 
Remember but the oathes thou'st sworn, that we shou'd never part : 
You kist my hand, and squez'd it hard, and swore and vow'd [if] I 
Should ever you of love debar, immediately you['d] dye. 

" But Jemmy, when you hear I'm gone, and that for you I dy'd, 
Your conquest then will soon be done, when once your charms are try 'd : 
I'le pray to Cupid, tho' he's blind, that he will shoot his dart, 
And make thee love one that's unkind, and so to break thy heart. 

Jenny's Lantoitationfor the Loss 0/ Jemmy. 


" I wish the times I saw thee first had been my Burial day, 
Then I had ne'r had cause to [ha'] curst, nor any one to say : 
' Ah ! Jennt/, thou that oust was thought the glory of the Plain, 
Was by a faithless Shepherd caught, and by his falshood slain.' 

"But farewell, cruel perjur'd Swain, for evermore adieu ! 
Unto the gods I will complain how faithless and untrue. 
How much like them that he was made, in every part divine ; 
Yet has his Shepherdess betray'd, and does his vows decline. 24 

" Be witness, Gods, I had no fault, except I lov'd too well ; 
My heart ne'r thought of a revoult, and that my eyes can tell : 
Let all young maids by me be waru'd, and keep intire their Love, 
For fear when onst their hearts are charm'd, they wander in this Grove.'' 

She had no sooner said this word, but down the Damzel fell, 
And said, " Good-by, my dearest Lord, in whom all beauties dwell : " 
Then fetching of a dreadful groan, unto the winds she spoke, 
" Bear these my last words to my Love," and then her heart-strings 
broke. 32 

Printed for P. Brooksly, at the Golden Ball, in West Smithfield. 

[Black-letter. Date, in or after 1682. Five woodcuts : the four here given, 
and another (man with gloves) on p. 195. The small head certainly appeared 
in one of John Taylor's books : viz. as King Cuthred, b.c. 740, in A Memoriall 
of all the English Mnnarchs, from Brute to Eiug Charles, in the 1630 folio 
edition of Taylors Works, p. 284. 'Jenny' on our p. 184 is doubly left- 
handed ! Of course we follow the original : probably a Daphne, or Flora. The 
two portraits below had belonged to some Civil-War tract, temp. Caroli J.] 


[Roxburghe Collection, lY. 54. Probably unique.] 

Ci)e JLotoe jSicft flpaiti of jiaortsmoutl) . 

See how by Heaven's great Providence these Lovers did Unite, 
For she lov'd him, and he lov'd her, and did themselves delight. 
At first he seem'd [Bess] to deny, at last he seem'd to bow, 
And gratified her faitliful Love by keeping true Love's Vow. 

To THK Tune of, \_Ah .'] Jenny, Gin. Ent'red according to Order. 

rilHere is a lad in our Town, a proper hantlsorae Youth, 
\_ He is a Carpenter by trade, I tell you but the truth. 
There is a lass in our Town, to him a wooing came, 
Give ear and listen unto me, and I'll declare her name. 

She is a proper handsome laps, corapleat in every part, 
She told this young-man such fair Tales she thought to win his heart. 
She came to him both night and day, as plainly doth appear : 
His name is Richard, and she said she loved him most dear. 

Her name is pretty kissing Bess, a comely lass but brown, 

She is as kind a loving lass as lives in Portsmouth Town : 

But I have heard it often said, of all the neighbours by, 

Although she followed him so close, still he did her deny, 12 


" [Ah ! why do you hard hearted prove, and never grant me rest?] 
Give me one word of comfort now, to ease my troubled breast! 
Alas ! alas ! 'tis you alone, that can my help procure ; 
'Tis you, your selfe, that made the wound, and none but you can cure. 

The Lovesick Moid o/' Portsmouth. 187 

" Alas ! my dearest love," she said, " You do not know my smart, 
That I endure, for your dear sake, ah me ! 'twill break my heart: 
'Tis for your sake, good Sir, indeed, that I these pains indure; 
Unless you help me in my need, I can't expect a cure." 

" The thing it is so great," he said, " that you of me do crave. 
Then take this for an answer flat, my heart you cannot have : 
A Carpenter's heart it is too small your lofty breasts to fill, 
You said you'l have forty for a groat, in that you did doe ill. 24 

" No more of comfort can I give, [I still too near you keep ;] 
Goods farthest fetcht and dearest bought, may lull your sence to sleep ; 
But since you made so slight of me, I'le be as slight to you ; 
Such scornful and Pragmatick Dames perchance your selves undoe. 

" Sweet heart, you know it cannot be, alas ! I am too young. 
And to a Marriage state I know not what thereto belongs ; 
You say a Caulcer needs must be a favourite in thy breast, [c^uiker. 
But as I am I'le still be free, my mind is still exprest." 


" Indeed, good Sir, it is not so, a Caulcer I defie, [*'•«• a stop-gap. 

And you will quickly break my heart, if you do me deny : 
Therefore come help me in distress, so strong is my desire. 
That I do burn in fiery flames, and feel Love's scorching fire. 36 

" Alas ! good Sir, now will I stay this seven years for your sake, 
And if you prove but kind to me, my vows I ne'r will break. 
Let gentle Cupid bend his bow, and with his nimble dart, 
So penetrate that you may know the pains of Lover's smart." 


" Oh ! never more expect from me a kind glance from my eye, 
I hate blind Cupid^s cruelty, and must your suit deny ; 
But what of me you seem to crave [you never yet shall see ;] 
For till I'me layed in my grave, my fancy shall be free." 

This Damsel then did trembling stand, to hear this young man speak. 
" Alas ! " said she, " what shall I do, with love my heart will break." 
And therewithal she wrung her hands, her colour came and went ; 
By which you well may undestand what true Love's passion meant. 

Her Cherry lips that were so red did wax both wan and pale. 
And for the sorrow she conceiv'd, her vitals they did fail : 
And falling deep into a trance, for half an hour's space, 
This Young-man with an aching heart beheld her lovesick face. 

188 " F(tir Liirina ; " to the tune of "A// ! Jenny, gin. 


He seeing of this sudden change, his heart began to melt, 
Full soon the heavy wounding smart, of Cupid'' s Arrows felt: 
This pain he could not more endure, but went to her in haste ; 
And kindly in his loving arms this Damsel he embrac'd, 

" My dear," said he, " content thyself, to end all further strife, 
As soon as e're my time is out, thou shalt be made my wife : " 
Thus you may see when Providence a marriage doth decree. 
That they shall meet in spite of fate, and cannot hindred bee. GO 


Printed for J. Blare, on London Bridge. 

[In Black-letter, -with five woodcuts. Three are given seriatim on p. 186; the 
other two on p. 22. "We supply conjocturally, within square brackets, several 
lost lines. ^ Gvmnj Giit^ (sic) named as Tune. Date, probably 1682 or 1683.] 

%* The first two linos of the fourth stanza and of the seventh are cut away in 
the original, and can only be supplied by guess, no other copy being known to us 
than the one in Roxb. C<)llection : mutilated in several places by the shears of 
Atropos, or of a still more objectionable being, the Book-binder. May a cairn 
be his burial-place ! and a Sulfragau preach his funeral sermon (he deserves it). 
Kichard, the hero of the ballad, was an Apprentice, but his time must be out 
by this date, and Bess is his wife. Cf. Parish Marriage-Registers everywhere. 

:y «r:-,-ip>a.. 

jTaic ILucina Conquercti tjp CupiD. 

Sweet Lucina, lend me thy aid ! Thou art my helper and no other ; 
Pity the state," etcetera. 

— Eoxburghe Ballad : Robt. Guy's " Witty Western Lasse." 

NE more Roxburghe Ballad to the tune of Ah! Jenny, gin your 
eycn do kill, is given at this place (another will come in the " Group 
of jSTaval Ballads"). It has an alternative tune named, viz. Tom 
Farmer's music to Tom D'Urfey's song, " She rose and let me in." 
The ballad version follows speedily, on p. 195, under title of " The 
Kind Lady ; or, The Loves of Stella and Adonis." In our ballad 
the heroine's name of Lucina is awkwardly suggestive ; not that we 
wish to insinuate anything calumnious : quite the contrary; for we 
hope that it may be a propitious omen, although as a candid friend 
we acknowledge that we do not expect it to be so. Of course it is 
no business of ours, and belongs to a different parish. J^evertheless, 
the Countess of Castlemaine would say .... but we spare you. 


[Roxburghe Coll., II. 156 ; Pepys, III. 229 ; Jersey, II. 10 ; Huth, I. 97.] 

jf air JLucina conquereU bp prei^ailing 

She that triumphed in disdain, at last was forc'd to paid. 
And of her self she thus complaiu'd when Cupid wonn the Field, 
" Though at the first I was unkind, yet now I'le loving be, 
And that ray Coridon shall find if he'l return to me." 

When Coridon did hear these words, he did most joyfully 
Embrace his kind and dearest Love ; and they did both agree. 

To THE Tune of, Jenny Gin', or, The fair one let me in [p. 195j. 

T JJCINA, sitting in her Bower, was wounded with a dart, 

Ascending from the secret power which smote her to the heart : 
Immediately she thus did cry, " Who can my comforts spill? 
Who can compell me for to love contrary to my will ? " 

Quoth Cupid, " I will humble thee, and will subdue thy pride ; 
I'le make thee now submit to me, it shall not be deny'd : 
I'le send such Arrows to thy heart, proceeding from my bow. 
Shall make theefeele love's fatal smart, whether thou wilt or no." 

Quoth she, " I did design to live a Maiden untill Death, 
But now thou hast so wounded me, alas! I pant for breath ! 
' Thou pretty Nymph, be not unkind, to cast love quite away, 
I will be loyal thou shalt find unto my dying day.' 

" Sweet Condon's deluding tongue hath so insnar'd my mind, 

That in Love's fiery flames I burn, and can no comfort find : 

I slighted him who was my Love, and held him in disdain, 

But now my mine it doth prove, in vain I may complain. IG 

*' What sweet expressions did he use my favour to obtain. 
But I his kindness did abuse by foule and gross disdain ; 
For now I languish here in grief, and can no comfort see, 
Kind Death, afford me some relief, make haste and set me free ! 

190 Fair Lucina conquered hy Cupid. 

" proud ambition ! why did I his kindness thus reject, 

Who loved me so tenderly, and show'd me such respect ? 

A Princely presence, grac'd Avith Fame, which did adorn him so, 

Which renders me indeed to blame for often saying no." 21 

These words had scarcely pierc'd the air, e're her sweet Coridon 
Did to his dearest Love repair, whose heart with Love was won. 
All sorrow secm'd to vanish quite, each Lover had their bliss ; 
They both enjoy'd their Hearts' delight, and scal'd it with a kiss. 

The pretty Birds with pleasant notes most sweetly they did sing, 
With melody from their sweet throats, which made the Groves to ring: 
Thus they proclaim'd their mutuall joy, when Lovers did agree ; 
Nothing seemed to annoy that gracious Harmony. 32 

[Publisher's name cut off. also odd lines and end-words. Pepysian copy was 
printed for J. Conyers. Black-letter, with two woodcuts, the first of which will 
be given hereafter (belonging also to " The Dying Lover's Complaint " = " I 
am quite undone, my cruel one") ; the other cut is a reversal of one on p. 1.59. 
We interpolate a suhstitiite cut on p. 189. Date of ballad, in or soon after 1683. 
Faint traces of "Duck-Lane" seem to be discernible: we suppose the lost 
colophon to have been " Printed iov Josh. Comers at the Black Raven in Duck- 
Lane^'' as it is in Bibliotheca Lindesiana, Vlli. 1 (formerly Jersey, II. 10.) 
Pepj's copy has four cuts, and is marked " To the Tune of, Jenuy Qw, or 
RksscI's Fareivel. This may be printed, Ji. L. S." {i.e. Roger L'Estrangc.) 
Thus it was of date between June, 1G83 (Russell's death), aud September, 1685. J 


Cbe Life of lotie* 

Romanello. — " Doubts easily resolved : upon your virtues 

The whole foundation of my peace is grounded." 

— John Forde's Fancies, Chaste and Noble, 1638. 


HEEE appears to have been a run of popularity on ballads 
which, like this one entitled "The Life of Love," represented a 
Damsel complaining of her faithless Swain, or else a Swain 
denouncing the cruelty of his obdurate Damsel; in either case the 
misrepresented Lover overhears the complaint, then comes forward 
in self-vindication, and finally the story ends happily with a peal 
of wedding-bells. Hard-hearted must be the reader who begrudges 
to the young people such fulfilment of their hopes. Our recent 
literature is replete with disappointments, and we seldom find the 
end of a story so satisfactory nowadays as had been Tom Jones and 
other delightful romances of earlier time : " Then they were married, 
and lived happily ever afterwards." So mote it be ! 


[Roxb. Coll., II. 270 ; Jersey, I. 108 ; rejiys. III. 126 ; Euing, 180.] 

Cl)e JLife of ILotit. 

Let he or she, from chains are free, prize high their Liberty. 
Love's a Disease, that seems to please, yet breeds Captivity. 

To THE Tune of, The Fair one let me in [see p. 195] ; Or, 
[JV7ien'] Busie Fame. [pp. 102, 183.] 

This may be Printed. R[ichard] P[ocock]. 

" A LI you that do in Love delight, now miiid what I relate ; 

iJL -And give your judgement now aright, of this my cruel Fate : 
I loved one most tenderly, that lov'd not me again : 
Though I for him could freely dye, he pmjs me ivith disdain. 

" And yet upon hira I must dote, what a Fool am I ! 

Though yet I love him well, I know't, 'tis meer Simplicity, 

To mourn for him who laughs at me, i' th' midst of all my pain ; 

When he should be most kind to me, he doth me most disdain. 8 

" Hard hap I had in this my Choice to meet one so unkind ; 
"Whilst others sweetly do rejoyce, no comfort I can find : 
But sighing waste my self away, and linger in my Chain ; 
I pine for him both night and day, that doth me still disdain. 

" This is Unjustice to the heighth, that Reason contradicts; 
Both night and day for him to sigh, that my poor heart afflicts : 
Oh ! I had rather chuse to dye, than in this state remain ; 
'Tis worse than Death assuredly, to meet with such disdain. 16 

" Well, since I must this grief endure, I'le now resign my breath ; 

For being past all hopes of Cure, I covet for my Death : 

For I shall never quiet be, while I do here remain ; 

Come Death and strike immediately, then farewell his disdain.'^ 


Tlie Life of Lore. 

Then down her cheeks the tears did run, and oft she wisht in vain 
For that which could not well be won, which much encreas'd her pain. 
'Come Death, ' quoth she, * and pierce my heart, let me no more complain ; 
I long to feel thy killing dart, since he doth me disdain.^ 2 1 

2C!)c l^ountj iHan's £ofai'nrj ^Insincr. 

" My dear, you'i-e too too much unkind, against me thus to speak ; 
For thou shalt see I will prove kind, thy heart it shall not break : 
For every tear that thou hast spent, I bottle up in store ; 
Believe me, Love, 'tis my intent that thou should' st grieve no more. 

"No, no, forbear to mourn for me, who loves thee tenderly. 

I will be faithful unto thee, and constant till I dye ; 

Thou art an Angel unto me, 'tis thee I do adore; 

In thee alone I do delight, theii grieve for me no more. 32 

" It pierc'd me through my tender heart to hear thee thus complain ; 
It is not in the power of Art to make mc thee disdain : 
My Love is spotless, I protest, none e're lov'd so before ; 
My dear, I do not speak in jest, then grieve for me no more. 

" Let this my Love a pattern be, to all both young and old, 

Who say, they love unfeigncdly ; but yet I dare be bold 

To say, that many do deceive : for scarce one in a Score, 

That say they love, you may believe, hit tnind such Blades no more." 

Printed for P. Broolcsby at the Golden-Ball in Pye- corner. 

[In Black-letter. Three woodcuts: the third is on p. 191 ; the second is the man 
on p. 59 R. ; the first, seemingly a pious Mother, is here. Date, 1685-1688.] 


^fje Eose anti ILet me in. 

" ' ! open the door, some pity to show, I open the door to me, ! 
Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true ; ! open the door to me, I 

" ' Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek, but caulder thy love for me, ! 
The frost that freezes the life at my heart is nought to my pains frae thee, ! 

" ' The wan moon is setting behind the white wave, and time is setting with me, ! 
False friends, false love, farewell ! for mair I'll ne'er trouble them nor thee, ! ' 

" She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide, she sees his pale corpse on the 

plain, O ! 
' My true love ! ' she cried, and sank down by his side ; never to rise again. Oh ! " 

— So/Iff by Eobert Bui-ns, 1792. 


HITS touchingly, a century later than the original " She rose 
and let me in ! " did the true Scottish poet, best of song- writers in 
modern days, tell the story of some hapless lover perishing at the 
long unopened door of his sweetheart's cottage. On the northern 
moor-lands such midnight visits must have been often paid in the 
bleak winter, and we listen to the pleading, the hints of coming 
death which paled the cheek of many a trustful lassie, when she 
feared lest her own hard-heartedness might end as fatally : so that 
she yielded instead, like the Stella or Nelly of our ballad. 

There have been miiny unblushing adventurers in modern times, 
who, instead of contenting themselves with filching a purse by 
pocket-picking or qualifying themselves for a Bank of England's 
capital prosecution by committing Note-forgery, left these time- 
honoured stations of the Rogue's march to betake themselves to 
literature in a kindred spirit, devoted to petty larceny.' 

' f'uch was the Scotch Dominie (" a Dominie's deputy too ! " as the Laird of 
Dumbiedykes described his rival, Reuben Butler), who made claim to have 
written the Rev. Charles Wolfe's " JS^ot a Drum was heard." Such was the 
more recent Joseph Henry I.iggins, of Nuneaton, in Warwickshire, who 
modestly avouched himself to be the author of the anonymously-issued " Scenes 
of Clerical Life," "Adam Bede," etc., and found dupes and supporters ; even 
deceiving so good and sensible a man as the Rev. Robert Quirk, afterwards vicar 
of Blandford, in Dorset (to whose beloved memory be all honour). Some crazy 
hysterical women, of the Delia Bacon type, were humoured in their whims or 
falsifications, by men of nobler qualities, like Nathaniel Hawthorne, when they 
were pulfed up with flatulent theories (fit only for the Newest of all New Societies 
in Colney-Hatch or Broadmoor), assuming that Shakespeare's plays were written 
by her namesake, the Essex-forsaking Francis Bacon. If she had possessed any 
true critical faculty, she would have recognized the incredibility of this supposition ; 
but when were false-theorizers capable of correct judgement? Silly people have 
attempted from time to time to rob Sir Walter Scott of his laurels, advocating 
the supposititious claim of an obscure brother — "some mute inglorious Milton," 
who had modestly retired to the back woods — as the veritable originator of the 
" Waverley Novels ! " In short, there is no literary heresy or stupendous absurdity 
that has not found its proclairaers and adherents, among quidnuncs whose zeal 
outran their knowledge. 

YdL. VI. O 

194 True aufhorshij) of " She rose and let me in.'" 

We may soaroli fur before we find a more baseless fraud and 
forgery tban that advanced on behalf of " Francis Sempill or 
Sempel, Esquire, of Beltrees," to the authorship of the pathetic 
ditty, " She rose and let me in! " one of Tom D'Urfey's numerous 
Anglo-Scottish songs; or the attribution to another North-country- 
man (the Rt. Hon. Duncan Forbes, "of Culloden," Lord President 
of the Court of Session), of having "composed in 1710" the sweet 
English lyric which we reprinted complete on p. 130, beginning 
thus, "Ah ! Chloris, that I now could sit as unconcern'd as when 
Your infant beauty could beget no happiness or pain! " — although 
it had been written and pul)lished by Sir Charles Sedley so early as 
1668, in his comedy of " The Mulberry Garden." 

Fortunately for truth and honesty, liars not only have short 
memories, but make blunders ; crime being also folly : clear proofs 
or disju'oofs are generally forthcoming to confound and convict knaves, 
howsoever plausible may have been their tale on its first presentation. 
The following Roxburghe Ballad, entitled " The Kind Lady; or, 
the Loves of Stella and Adonis,^'' is a broadside prolongation of 
the original new song, "The Generous Lover: set by Mr. Thomas 
F'armer," on pp. 56 to 59 of ^'A Collection of Songs and Poems ; 
Ry Thomas D'Urfey, Gent , London : Printed for Joseph Hindmarsh, 
at the Black Bull, in Cornhill : 1683." Words and music re- 
appeared, without title, or composer's name, in John Playford's 
Fourth Book of Choice Ayres, p. 8, in the same year, 1683. 

It would not be necessary to linfjer in disnission of the fraudulent Scotch 
claim, endorsed by such people as William Stenhouse and a biographer of James 
Fillans the sculptor, one James Patcrson, (in his untrustworthy ^' Foims of the 
Sewpills of Beltrees, now first collected," lf^49), were it not that some deluded 
misbelievers are still lino-erinj;; in Midlothian, a region where falsehood and 
garrulity always find zealous worshippers. Allan llanisay was probably the first 
to include the song in an Edinburgh collection, 1725, but he could not fail to 
know that it was English, even if he forgot that it was written by his friend 
Tom D'Urfey, many of whose other ditties he included in his fourth and last 
volume of IVie Tea-Table Miscellnny. {^ee Additional ^'ote,'^. 197.) 

We had occasion to mention the song (in Roxhuryhe Ballads, vol. iv. p. 20), 
when reprinting a vile profanation or parody of it, to the same tune, and ■with 
one of the same cuts as had been used for the original, a ballad entitled, 
"Debauchery Scared," beginning, "A Country Gentleman came up to Town, to 
taste the delights of the City." 

We have noted in marginalia most of the ballad-variations from D'Urfey's 
" Generous Lover." In the 1683 So)>gs and Poems, the first stanza ended with " This 
Angel let me in ! " It was altered in manuscript by some squeamish contemporary 
into " She rose and let me in." Our broadside reads, " The fair one let me in." 
Justly weighed, the ballad-adapter had been discreet, making few alterations and 
some improvement, such as changing D'Urfey's third verse absurdity, " So much a 
God was I ! " — or "So happy a man was I ! " of the aforesaid MS. emendator ; 
or the " So great a God Avas I " of Choice Ayres — into " So happy then was I." 
Even the additional sixth and seventh stanzas, to eke out the pennyworth, are not 
worthless : which is more than can be said for the eighth and ninth stanzas, they 
being redundant, incongruous verbiage. We degrade them to nonpareil type. 


[Roxburghe Cdllectiou, II. 240; Tepys, III. 162; Jersey, II. 69.] 

^Se iLotJfS of Stella auD aDom0. 


To .\ NEW Tone, Or, S'e// hoys tip go ive ! The charming Nymph, or, 

[_A]>, !] Jenny, Gin. 

ri'^He Night her blackest sable M'ore, 

X all glooming were the Skies, [«?• lect. gloomy. 

And glittering Stars there were no more 

than those in Stella's Eyes ; 
When at her Father's Gate I knockt, 

where I had often been, 
And shrouded only in her Smock, 

The fair one let me in. 8 

Fast lock'd within my close embrace, 

she blushiug lay asham'd ; 
Her swelling Breasts, and glowing face, 

and every touch inflam'd : 
My eager passion ; I obey'd, 

resolv'd the Fort to win, [5f?. "resolving." 

And her fond heart was soon betray'd 

to yield and let me in. 16 

196 The Kind Lady : " She rose and let me in ! " 

Then, then, beyond expressing, [0''«^- Ah ! then. 

immortal was the joy, 
I knew no greater Blessing, 

so happy then was I : 
And she, transported wdth delight, 

oft prayed me come again, . ["to come" 

And kindly vow'd that e'ry night 

she'd rise and let me in. 24 

But, ah ! at last she prov'd with Beam, 

and sighing sate, and dull ; 
And I, who had as much concern, [=l» ^^^^ "^"® ■''"• 

lookt then just like a fool : 
Her lovely eyes with tears ran doAvn, 

repenting her rash Sin ; ^'^''<'J- sweet sin. 

She sigh'd, and curst that fatal hour 

that ere she let me m. 32 

But who cou'd cruelly deceive, 

or from such Beauty part ? 
I lov'd her so, I could not leave 

the Charmer for my heart ; ["'• ''"'''• "'' "'>'• 

But wedded, and conceal'd the Crime, 

thus all was well again : 
And now she thanks the blessed time 

that ere she let me in. 40 

[Here ends the Original Song by Tom D'Urfey. 

Such wanton youngsters seldom prove so true at heart as I, 
lint when they gain a Dumsel's Love, too oft away they fly : 
Whil'st I such Treachery ahhor, for 'tis a deadly sin ; 
And now no cause she has to grieve that she did let me in. 

Those Eosie-blushes, that did stain her cheeks, do now grow pale, 
Her heart is now reviv'd again, sighs did with me prevail : 
She grieved was, and I perplext, but now re Joyce again, 
And Stella now no more is vext because she let me in. 

When youngf Adonis call'd to mind the tricks of wanton youth ; 
He cry'd my Stella she was kind : this is the very truth. 
Q[uoth] she, " Thou now hast f;ot the knack a tender heart to win, 
Good Lodging thou shalt never Iack,ybr / luill lei thee /«." 

With fiery eyes he then beheld Stella, his heart's delight ; 

He vow'd to love he was compell'd by charms of beauty bright : 

A thousand times he did her kiss, and then she did begin, 

And said, " There is no joy like this : V me glad I have let thee in." 

[Publisher's name cut off. Pepys copy was printed for /. Conyers, at the 
first shop in Fetter-lane, Ti&?iV Bolbown. Four woodcuts : 1st, the man holding 
glove (as in " Jenny's Lamentation ") given on p. 195 ; 2nd, the Lady of p. Ift3 
(the Lndy on p. 195 is interpolated as a substitute, cf. p. 168) ; 3rd and 4th, 
the pair as on p. 78. In Black-letter. Date of original song and ballad, 1683.] 

D'Urfey, not Semple, wrote " She roue and let me in." 197 


On the fraudulent Scotch claim to '^ She raise and loot me iw." 

In the second volume of his dainty little 32mo. Tea- Table Miscellany, issued 
in li25, Allan Ramsay printed the Song which Tom D'Urfey had first published 
in 1683 ; but after a few alterations had been made to adapt the lyric to 
Edinburgh Society, alternately prim and pnment, the " Gentle Shepherd " 
poet and barber added the signature of " X " at the end, which was his avowedly 
usual indication of "Author unknown." This opened the floodgates with a 
vengeance. Thenceforward most collections of '^ Scots Sangs" reprinted "The 
night her silent sable wore;" and everybody admired it. There was national 
appropriateness recognized in " A bonnie Lassie no steeking the gate, or barrin' 
the door, on a cauld Winter's night, whan her Jo is chapping, and keeking ben." 
A claim was entered for Francis Semple of Beltrees having been the author of 
this song ; as well as of other waifs and strays, stolen, or "conveyed the wise it 
call," from English .authors. Honest Allan should have known that his former 
friend Tom D'Urfey had written, printed, and published the song, forty years 
earlier : yet he left open a loophole of " unaccredited authorship ! " 

Allan Eamsay had declared his modest intentions, as an Editor, addressed 

To ilka lovely British Lass, frae Ladies Charlotte, Anne, and Jean, 
Down to ilk bonny singing Bess, wha dances barefoot on the Green. 

In his Preface he somewhat ostentatiously boasts, " In my compositions and 
Collections I have kept out all smut and ribaldry, that the modest voice and ear 
of the fair singer might meet with no affront ; the chief bent of all my studies 
being to gain their good graces." Tastes widely dili'er in adjudging him to have 
succeeded or failed. We may bear in remembrance Sir Walter Scott's anecdote 
about the old lady who had been accustomed in her youth to read Aphra Behn's 
novels and plays without any sense of outraged proprieties ; but who, late in life, 
found a reperusal of the early favourite instigate a wish to " put the awfu bulk at 
the fire-back." The Scottish Muse went frequently " high-kilted," but she was 
a blithesome lass, well timbered, and free from foulness of imagination ; and if, 
like her Maggie Lauder, she "up and wallop'd o'er the green," it, was from 
innocent sportiveness that could do no harm. Allan Ramsay, or some one of his 
" ingenuous young Gentlemen" who assisted him, changed the name " Stella" 

into " Nelly," " than those in NeUt/s eyes ; " and read " So blest a man 

was I." Otherwise, the text was preserved. It reappeared substantially the 
same, with music (modified from Tom Eai'mer's), in the second volume of 
William Thomson's Orpheus Caledoniits ; or, A Collection of Scots Songs, p. 30, 
1733. But in James Johnson's first volume of The Scot^s Musical 3Iuseu)n (before 
Robert Burns became its regular and chief contributor), on p. 84, as Song 84, 
printed and published at Edinburgh, 1787, the song was considerably altered and 
"emendated." It became so colourless, tasteless, and altogether washed-out 
a piece of goody-goody imbecility tnat we feel almost ashamed to add it here as 
a specimen of what was considered propriety a century ago, in days of " Holy 
Willie's Prayer " and the witches' cantrips at " AUoway's haunted kirk," beheld by 
Tarn 0' Shanter. We prefer Tom D'Urfey's original, not as morality but aspoetry. 

%\\z ro0£ aut3 let nu in. 

{Scot''s Musical Museum Version, 1786-87.) 

THE night her silent sable wore, and gloomy were the skies. 
Of glittering stars appear'd no more, than those in Nelly s eyes : 
When to her Father's door 1 came, where I had often been, 
1 begg'd my fair, my lovely dame [!!], to rise, and let me in. 

198 "0 detestable villain ! caWst thou that trimming .?" 

But she, with accents all divine, did my fond suit reprove ; 
And while she chid my rash design, she but inflamed my love. 
Her beauty oft had pleas' d before, while her bright eyes did roll : 
But virtue only had the pow'r to charm my very soul. 

Then who wou'd cruelly deceive, or from such beauty part ? 
I lov'd her so, I could not leave the charmer of my heart. 
My eager fondness I obey'd, resolv'd she should be mine, 
Till Hymen to my arras convey'd my treasure so divine. 

Now happy in my Nelly'' s love, transporting is my joy, 
No greater blessing can I prove ; so bless'd a man am I. 
For beauty may a while retain the conquer'd flutt'ring heart, 
But virtue only is the chain holds, never to depart. 

Although perhaps too late in date for her maleficent fingers, this emasculation 
looks like the notorious Lady "Wardlaw's handiwork : The original " British 
Matron " prude. " If it be not Bran, it is Bran's brother ! " or sister canicula '. 

'J"he judgement on songs pronounced by Robert Hums, so far as taste and 
literary criticism are concerned, (although historical records may have been 
inaccessible, manuscript or printed, to supplement his gatherings from tradition) 
is almost iuvariablv final. He wrote, "'J'heold set of this song [«.e. The Tea- 
Tahle Miscellany yevf,w\i of Tom D'Urfey's with ' AW/y,' instead oi ' Stella'], 
which is still to be found in printed collections, is much prettier than this [_viz. 
the James Johnson " ScoCs Mnsical jUiiseum" re-cookery, quoted above] ; but 
somebody, I believe it was Eanisay, took it into his head to clear it of some 
seeming inddicacies, and made it at once more chaste and more dull." — lleliques 
of Iioi)ert Burns, collected and published by 11. H. Ciomek, Second Edition, 
jyondon, 1813, p. 228. The belief that Allan Eamsay had been the mutilator was 

There have not existed many more shameless assertors of barefaced falsehoods 
than William Steuhouse, the commentator on James Johnson's Scot's Mtisical 
Museum ; author of J/liistrations of the Lyric Poetry and Music of Scotland, re- 
issued separately in 1853. Unblushingly he fabricated or imagined documents in 
proof of the most nefarious statements. Not one word of his can be safely accepted, 
without being tested ; and every examination has been invariably damaging to 
liis reputation. " These lies are like the father that begets them, gross as a 
mountain, open, palpable." But he knew how to tickle the fancy of his 
countrymen, by proclaiming the Scottish origin of whatever tunes or songs he 
had to meutiou. Facts were against him, but what cared he about facts ? Did he 
fear to exert liis faculties of misrepresentation ? As well might \V. 11. Ireland, 
or Psalmanazar, Peter Cunningham, or Shapira be daunted, as William 
Stenhouse. His critical judgement worthily fits in with his erudition and 
conscientiousness. Here is his opinion, contra Burns, on the James Johnson 
shotten-herring, (" without his roe " as Mercutio says) : " The verses in the 
Museum were retouched by an able and masterly hand, who has thus presented us 
with a Sony at once chaste and eleyant, in tvhicli all the energetic force and beauty 
of the original are preserved, without a single idea to crimson the cheek of 
modcstv, or to cause one pang to the innocent and feeling heart " ! ! ! — Illustrations, 
p. 87. As for mere lies they are innumerable. Ex. gratia, his assertion about 
the Scotch music of the song, " composed long before Oswald was born : a copy 
of it, in square-shaped notes, is inserted [!] in an old MSS. virginal book in the 
possession of the Editor. The tune is here entitled, ^She roasse and kit me in.' 
The same tune also appears iu the Orpheus Caledonius in 1725." It is sufficient 
here to answer, that the apocryphal antiquity of the " old MSS. Virginal book " 
in Stenhouse' s keeping was amply discredited by its possessing some indisputably 
modern compositions. Not in 1725, or until 1733 (being in the second volume, 
when the size was reduced from folio to octavo), did the song and music appear in 

The Semple claim : " Say settled, at hotto)iir 199 

Orpheus Caledonms. The Francis Semple claim, for a date circa 1650, is absurd, 
and the vague references to an authenticating MS. of his Poetical Works as being 
possibly " in the hands of one of his descendants, Mrs. Campbell of Paisley," is 
in harmony with Stenhouse's accustomed lubricity and deceit. Even so accom- 
plished an Editor as G. F. Graham retained the air of " She rose and let me in " 
(although undoubtedly English Tom J'armer's) in vol. iii. p. 48, of Wood's excellent 
Songs of Scotland, first edition. 

Oswald is James Oswald, whose collections of Scottish Airs were popular, 
The Caledonian Pocket Companion, etc., 1759. (He had composed the music 
for Eobert Dodsley's " Colin's Kisses,^' 1743.) 

The space occupied in considering this question is well expended, if we help to 
swell that chorus of reprobation which all competent judges raise in condemnation 
of every falsifier of documents, perverter of evidence, and remover of ancient 
landmarks. Antiquarian study is continually impeded by any such Arachne : 

Destroy his web of sophistry ? in vain ! 
The creature's at his dirty work again. 

So late as 1835, Peter Cunningham, in his Songs of England and Scotland, 
ii. p. 27, and in 1854 the equally untrustworthy Salamandrine Bottle poet, 
Charles Mackay (emasculator of sundi-y old ditties) , in The Illmtrated Book of 
Scottish Songs, p. 21, persisted in assigning " She rose and let me in " to Francis 
Semple. But Peter Cunningham had been forced to yield " Ah ! Chloris, that I 
now could sit," to be by Sir Charles Sedley ; long claimed as Scotch ! The 
present editor has warm love for Scotland and for all the genuine poetry and melody 
belonging to her dear hills and dales, among which he spent many happy years, 
so he may be held free from suspicion of writing in prejudice against her. 

*^* If ^' The Charming Nymph ^^ (p. 195) be not another name 
for " The Kind Lady," we have not yet found her. The following 
List gives first lines of a few ballads that are marked to be sung to 
Tom Farmer's music, riz. to the tune of The Fair One let me in : 
(often conjoined with When busy Fame, and Ah/ Jenny, gin: with 
As Chloris full of harmless thought, or, Hey, boys, up go we !) — 

1. — " A Merry Milk-maid on a time" = Milkmaid's Morning Song. 
2. — " All you that do in love delight." =The Life of Love. 
3. — "As 1 walk'd forth to take the air :" =Despau-ing Maid Kevived. 
4. — " Farewell, farewell, my heart's delight ; " =Love without Blemish. 
5. — " Give ear awhile unto my song." =The Subtle Damosel's Advice. 
6. — " Till from Leghorn I do return " = Loyal Constancy. 
7. — " We that are bonny Country Girls " = True Love without Deceit. 
8. — " When Cupid'' s fierce and powerful dart " = False Man's Cruelty. 
9. — "When Phoebus with his glittering beams \'=: Flora happily Revived. 
10. — " You shall enjoy your heart's delight :"= Love-sick Maid of JFapping. 

No. 2 was given on p. 191. No. 6 follows in Group of Naval Ballads. 



Come open fte tioor, ^tocct T5ettj?. 

" Go from my window, Love, go ! Go from my window, my dear ! 
The wind and the rain will diive you buck again, 
You cannot be lodged here. 

" Begone, begone, ray jnggy, my puggy ! begone, my Love, my dear. 
The weather is warm, 'twill do tbeu no harm ; 
Thou can'st not be lodged here." 

— The Knight of the Burning Festle, Act iii. IGll.' 

HOETLY after the appearance of Tom D'Urfcy's " Kind Lady" 
— "She rose and let nie in!" appeared "John's Earnest Request 
and Betty's Compassion," with simihirity of subject, a longer 
resistance than Stella's, but a more speedy rectification by the bands 
of Hymen : "Next day they were jdin'd in marria<;e, and was not 
this honestly done ? " "Well, cert'uly ! As Dame Quickly declared, 
"The young man is an honest man." Nevertheless, with Dr. 
Caius, we murmur, ""What shall de honest man do in my closet? 
dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet." 

Another of these night ramblers after forbidden fruit is described 
in " The Secret Lover ; or. The Jealous Father Beguiled : " it 
begins, " A dainty spruce young Gidlant," and bcjars the gay 
burden, " And sing, Go from the iviudow, love, go ! " Given on 
p. 205. The lovers triumph, and the guardian is outwitted. No 
mention is made of the exercise of parson's functions, or of their 
being deemed necessary. 

Yet another of these irksome besiegers of maidens' windows and 
doors will be found on p. 209 ; but there successfully resisted and 
discomfited, in " The Eepulsive Maid," who refuses to let the 
young man come in, plead he never so persistently. But she has a 
temper of her own, and admits that she had acquired experience in 
similar adventures previously. 

An eighteenth- century four- verse song, of " Mrs. Mitchel and 
Borlan," preserved by Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, was suspected 
to be the composition of Lady Dick, who was not over-precise. 

* Another verse of the original, and otherwise lost song of " Go from my window, 
love, go ! " is furnished in John Fletcher's " Monsieur Thoitias,'^ Act iii. sc. 3 : 
" Come up to my window. Love, come ! Come to my window, my dear ! 
The wind nor the rain shall trouble thee again : 
But thou shalt be lodged here." 

Parodied in Heywood's ' Rape <f Lucrece,' " Arise, arise, ray juggie, my puggie ! " 
From septuagenarian E. M. Bacon of Norwich, Mr. Wm. Chappell when fourteen 
years old learnt one traditional stanza and the music of this old ditty : — 

" Go from my window, my Love, my Love ! Go from my window, my dear ! 
For the wind is in the west, and the Cuckoo's in his nest, 
And you can't have a lodging here ! " 

Piety in Patterns : to he shunned, not followed. 201 
iHrs. fHitcIjEl anil Barlan. 

" "W^^'^ ^^^^ ^* ™y Chamber door ? " " It's I, my dear ! " quo' Sorlnn. 
VV " Come in," quo' she, " let's chat a while, you strapping stui'dy Norlan ! " 

Fair Mitchel needed add no more, for Bnrlan straight did enter. 
And on his knees he vow'd and swore, for her he all would venture. 

Fair Mitchel answer'd with a blush, " Your love I don't mistrust, Sir, 
But should it reach my father's ear, how would he puff and bluster ! " 

" let him bluster as he will," replied the amorous Lover, 
" If you'll consent my arms to fiU, let him go to Hanover.''^ 

Amongst staunch Jacobites, in the presence of ladies, this was 
the genteel way of indicating a certain inauspicious but virtually- 
identical locality, before Hong-Kong was familiarized to modern 
ears, and to avoid the profanity of misquoting Scripture in bidding 
people go to Jericho and tarry there until their beards were grown. 
Suitable for either sex, it meant equally uncomfortable exile. 

How necessary it became to avoid the suspicion of profanity, 
when the sanctimonious took forcible possession of all available 
" loose" tunes, is shown by one of the three brothers, James, John, 
and Robert, " Wedderburne. the Clement Marot of Scothind," 
[lo7igo intervallo, my Masters!] between 1555 and 1570, or 1589, 
perpetrating an adaptation of " Who is that at my window, who?" 

" Quho is at my windo, quho, quho ? Goe from my windo, goe, goe ! 

Quha callis there, so lyke ane strangere ? Goe from my windo, goe, goe ! " 
" Lord ! I am heir ane wratchit mortal, that for thy mercie dois crie and call ; 

Unto the, my Lord celestiall, sie quho is at thy windo, quho ! " 
" How dar thow for mercie crie, sa lang in sinne as thow dois lye ; 

Mercie to have thow art not worthie ; goe from my windo, goe ! " 
*' My gylt, gude Lord, I will refuse, and the wicked life that I did use ; 

Traistand thy mercie sail be my excuse ; se quho is at thy windo, quho ! " etc. 

Eighteen verses follow, ending thus : — " Cry no more there like 
ane strangere, but in at my doore thou goe ! " 1599 is the date of 
the earliest edition of Wedderburne's " Godly 8o7igs and Ballads " 
now extant. We suspect that "Quho is at my window " could 
not have been written before 1588, if we attribute rightly to the 
original ballad an entry in Stationers' Eegisters, B. fol. 226, a 
licensing of John Wolfe to print "A Ballade intituled Goe from the 
window goe .'" — the same, perhaps, quoted by John Fletcher. 

An original and early song, " Widow, are ye waking?" seems 
to have perished. A modernization of it, avowedly to the same 
tune, is in Allan Ramsay's delightful Tea-Tahle Miscellany, The 
Second Part, 1725, and there entitled "The Auld Man's Best 
Argument" [i.e. his guineas), beginning thus : — 

wha's that at ray chamber-door ? " Fair widow, are ye waukin ' ? " 
" Auld carle, your suit give o'er : your love lies a' in talkin'. 
Gie me a lad that's young and tight, sweet like an April meadow ; 
"lis sic as he can bless the sio^ht and bosom of a widow." 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 238; Pepys, III. 62 ; Euing Coll., No. 154.] 

3Jcit)n's earnest iaequest ; 


llBettp'0 compn0<sionate Hour cjtrtcnticti to Dim in a time 

of 5Di0tic00. 

Late in the night, when all was fast, John came in both cold and wet ; 
And after some few words were past, her lover in she let. 

To A Pleasant New Tune much in request. [See Popular Music, 505.] 

This may be Printed R[icliard] P[ocock.] 

" /^Ome open the Door, sweet Betty, 
\J For its a cold winter's night ! 
It rains, and it blows, and it thunders, 

And the Moon it do's give no light. 
It is all for the love of sweet Betty, 

That here I have lost mj' way ; 
Sweet, let me lye beyond thee, ' L^^-'i/- " behind." 

IJntill it is break of day." 8 

" I dare not come down, sweet Johnny, 

Nor I dare not now let you in, 
For fear of my Father's anger, 

And the rest of my other kin : 
For my Father he is awake, 

And my Mother she will us hear; 
Therefore be gone, sweet Johnny ! 

My Joy and only Dear." 10 

" If that thou dost love me, show it, 

And do not in anger frown, 
Thy Parents they need not know it, 

If thou wilt come softly down. 
Then prithee now don't deny me. 

But come at thy Lover's call ; 
For what tho' I should lye by thee, 

I'll do thee no harm at all." 24 

" Alas ! I am loath to venture, 

For if that they should awake. 
As soon as the Door you enter, 

A Racket I'm sure they'll make : 
You know that old Folks are froward, 

And jealous of handsome Men, 
And should we be overpower'd, 

In what a case were we then ! " 32 

John's Earnest Request to Betty. 203 

" I'll shelter my Dear from danger, 

Should any Outrage begin ; 
Thou knowest that I am no stranger, 

Then prithee, Love, let me in ! 
Long time in the Cold, I've tarry'd, 

Oh ! pitty thy Ti'ue Love, John ; 
To-morrow we will be married, 

As I am an honest Man." 40 

" This is a fair pleasing Story, 

Which almost my Heart has won, 
But if you should blast my Glory, 

And leave me when all is done. 
My Father would surely chide me, 

My Mother would scold and brawl. 
And all the young Maids deride me. 

Oh ! this is the worst of all." 48 

" Thy Johnny will ne'er deceive thee, 

Eut love thee as dear as my life ; 
Nor will I one hour leave thee, 

Untill thou art made my Wife : 
Let me not stand any longer. 

For why ? dear Betty, behold, 
The Storm grows stronger and stronger. 

And I am both wet and cold." 56 

It was about midnight hour. 

When John he did thus complain; 
Poor heart ! she had not the power 

To let him stand in the Rain : 
Without any longer dodging, 

She open'd the door with speed. 
And let him into her Lodging : 

Good Man, he had ne'er more need. 64 

It being cold Winter Weather, 

They strait did hurry to bed. 
And there they cuddl'd together, 

And John got her maiden-head. 
She was of a courteous carriage. 

By which young Johnny was won, 
Next day they were join'd in Marriage, 

And was not this honestly done ? 72 

Printed for P. Broohsly at the Golden Ball in Pye Corner. 

[In Black-letter. Three woodcuts, reserved ; one is in vol. iii. p. 349 ; othei-s new, 
of a man and of a woman, each set in a frame like a miniature. Date, 16S5-88, 
full two years later than Tom D'Urfey's '• She rose and let me in," of 1683.] 


Cfte Secret Loucr, 

" The Robin cam' to the "Wren's nest, and keekit in, an' keekit in ! 
' ! weal's me on your auld pow ! wad ye be in ? wad ye be in ? 
Ye's ne'er get leave to lie witiiout, and I within, and I within ; 
As lang's I hae an auld clout to row you in, to row you in ! ' " 

— The Scots Musical Museum, vol. v. 419, 1796. 

.1 N the scrap of old nursery sonj? used for our motto is embedded 
the very heart and soul of sucli love-ditties as tell of secret visits 
ending with " She rose and let me in." By ' bonny Jean ' it wns 
crooned to soothe her cliildren to slumber. With that tune in his 
ears, her husband wrote one of his last songs, and Mendelssohn set 
hearts thrilling with the notes throughout Europe: — " C) wert thou 
in the cauld blast, on yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the 
angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee." It lifts one far away 
from the present hour, or from tlie special ballad here following, 
Avith its burden of " Sing, go from my window. Love, go ! " Many 
a cold night on Scottish moorland, or English fen, have lovers 
lingered outside the door where rustic beauty couched, but slept 
not ; and whether the window opened wide for remonstrance or the 
bolts were drawn noiselessly at last, the old story was ever fresh 
and new, either for sorrow or for joy. One Northern imitation, 
of which Robert Burns could only recover two stanzas, runs thus : 

Elink over the burn, sweet Belttj, it is a cauld Winter night ; 
It rains, it hails, it thunders ; the moon she gives no light ; 
It's a' for the sake of sweet Betti/, that ever 1 tint my way : 
Sweet, let me lie beyond thee, until it be break of Day ! 

Our tune named is, ' Alach ! for my Love, I must die.^ This 
refers to a Pepysian ballad (also in C. 22, e. 2, 43, verso, and Wood's 
Collection, E." 25, fol. 32), entitled " The Unfortunate Love of a 
Lancashire Gentleman, and the hard Fortune of a fair young Bride." 

Look, you faithful Lovers, on my unhappy state ! 
See my tears distilling, but pour'd out too late : ' 
And buy no foolish fancy at too dear a rate : 
Alack ! for mi/ Love I shall dye. 

Lo ! here the dolefull Perill blind Fancy brought me in. 
And mark what care and sorrow Forced Marriages do bring ; 
All Men by me take Warning, and God forgive my sin ! 
Alach ! for my Love I shall dye. 

There are thirty-eight stanzas in all ; reprinted in J. Roberts's 
Collection of Old Ballads, vol. i. p. 236, 1723 ; and by J. Orchard- 
Halliwell in his Palatine Anthology, 1850, p. 136. It had been 
originally printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and W. Gilbertson. 


[Roxb. Coll., II. 401 ; Jersey, I. 23 ; Pepys, III. 127 ; Douce, II. 203 versn.] 

C!)e Secret Jlotjer ; 

£)i:, %f)t |ealou0 fatf)tt bmiiVti. 

Love's passion is not easily kept under, nor faithful Lovers to be kept asunder ; 
because, you know, the Proverb it is so, that Zovc tvill creep when us it cannot go. 

To A West-Cotjntky Tujs^e ; or, Alack ! for mij Love I must dye. 

A Dainty spruce young Gallant, that lived in the "West, 
He courted a young Lady, and real love profest : 
And coming one night to her, his mind he thus exprest, — 

(And sing, Go from my Window, love, go ! j 4 

" "What is my Love a-sleeping? or is my Love awake? " 
" Who knocketh at the Window, who knocketh there so late ? " 
" It is your true love. Lady, that for your sake doth wait." 
And sing, Go from the Windoio, love, go ! 8 

" Then open me your Father's Gate, and do not me deny; 
But grant to me your true love, or surely I shall dye." 
" I dare not open now the Gates, for fear mv Father sr 

open now the Gates, for fear my Father spy ! " 
And sing, Go from my Window, love, go ! 


206 The Secret Lover. 

" Dearest, be not daunted, thou needest not to fear ; 
Thy Father may be sleeping, our loves he shall not hear : 
Then open it without delay, my joy and only Dear ! " 

And sing, Go from the Window, love, go ! 16 

" My Father he doth watch me, his jealousie is so : 

If he should chance to catcli me, then what should we do? 

Therefore I dare not venture, my dear to open now." 

And sing. Go from my Window, love, go .' 20 

" I wish there were no Hinges, nor yet no Key nor Locli ; 
That I might come unto my love, now she is in her Smock ! " 
" peace and be contented ! I hear my Father knock." 

And sing, Go from my Wijidow, love, go ! 24 

" Daughter dear, why are you out of your Bed so late ? " 

" Father, I am very sick, and in distressed state.'' 

** Methinks I hear some body under your Window prate." 

And sing, Go from my Window, love, go ! 28 

" Father, 'tis the Watch-men, this Evening, passing by." 
Hark, how a faithful Lover can frame a pritty lye ! 
" Daughter, I command you unto your bed to hye." 

And sing. Go from my Window, love, go ! 32 

** Dear Father, I obey you, and quickly I am gone ; 

But yet I am not willing to leave my Love alone : 

JSo soon as you are Sleeping:, I down again will come." 

And sing, Go from my Window, love, go .' 36 

And then she sent her Maiden unto her Chamber straight ; 
And came unto her true Love, who at the Door did wait : 
And open'd him the Wickif, for all it was so lute. 

And sing. Go from my If'indow, love, go / 40 

Then softly he did enter, and to the Lady said : 

" My Love, there is no Danger, we cannot be betray'd : 

Let us enjoy our Pleasure, and never be afraid." 

And sing, Go from my Window, love, go ! 44 

And thus this Faithful Couple their wishes had at last : 
For all her Jealous Father, the sweets of love they taste : 
And when the day appeared, her Love away did haste : 

And sing. Go from my Window, love, go ! 48 

Printed for P. Broolcshy, at the Golden-hall, near the Hospital-gate, 

in West-Smitlifield. 

[Black-letter. Four woodcuts, two are on p. 205; the others are on p. 11. 
Date, unascertained, between 1672 aud 1682.] 


[Eoxburghe Collection, III. 596.] 

a jTaDounte LotJC ^ong. 

ONe night, as I lay on my bed, 
The thoughts of love came in my head ; 
I was sore oppress' d, could take no rest, 
Away to my own true-love I'll go, 
[And say, " Open the window, my Love, ffo/"] 5 

Unto my Love's window I came, 
I boldly call'd her by her name : 
" 'Tis for thy sake that I came here, 

Thro' the bitter frost and snow. 

So o])en me the window, my Love, do ! ''"' 10 

" My Dad and Mammy's both awake, 
And if they chance to hear you speak, 
There will be no excuse, but sore abuse, 

With words and many a blow. 

And it's Go from my window, my Love, do ! '' 15 

" Thy Daddy and Mammy's fast asleep. 
For in their window I made bold to peep. 
Without the door I heard them snore, 
And their breath it was not low : 
And it's Open me the door, my Love, do ! " 20 

My love she arose and open'd me the door. 
Like an angel bright, she stood upon the floor ; 
Her eyes shin'd bright, and the stars gave light, 

Like diamonds in her brow, 

And still she cries, " My jewel, ivhisper low I " 25 

To creep the room it was our doom, 

Though our footsteps were but slow ; 

" It's you must stay till the break of day. 

I'll freely give consent." We straight to th' pastime went ; 

And still she cries, " My jewel, whisper low .' " 30 

It was just in the breaking of the day. 
My love awak'd, and bid me go away ; 
["If] my Daddy dear should chance to hear, 

[I dread, for you,] he will us both undo : 

So it's Rise my dear Jewel, and go !'''' 35 

It was underneath yon shady green tree. 
Where my true love and I did first agree ; 
What we did there I'll never declare, 

No mortal man shall know ; 

For I'll love the girl ichile L''ve got breath to draiv. 40 

[No printer's name. Woodcut on p. 145. White-letter: Slip. Date, CMr« 1770.] 

*^* Note. — This being a Roxhurghe Ballad, although printed at a very late 
date, far on in the eighteenth century, and a debased imitation of " Go from my 
window. Love, go ! " it is here reprinted, because it helps to show the continuance 
of popularity enjoyed by the theme. It had been ww-arranged in eight four-line 
stanzas, with a final six-line verse. We re-arrange them, interpolating [square- 
bracketted] some dropt words and a dropt line. The text was corrupt. 


^bt iRepulsitie a^aiD; anD C{)C goung: ^an. 

Widoiv — " Every night lie conies 

"With music of all sorts, and songs compos'd 
To her uuworthiness : it nothing steads us 
To chide him from our eaves : for he persists, 
As if his life lay on 't." 

Diana. — " When midnight comes, knock at my chamber-window : 
I'll order take my mother shall not hear.'' 

— AWs Well that Ends Well, iii. and iv. 


LTHOUGH here entitled " The Repulsive Maid," par excellence, 
this damsel is by no means a " Hog- faced Gentlewoman," like 
either of the amiable creatures described in the ballads beginning 
respectively " Of horned Vulcan I have heard," (entitled " A 
Monstrous Shape; or, A Shapeless Monster:" of date 1640) 
and " ! did you not hear of a rumour of late ? " (Roxb. Coll., II. 
279), entitled '* The Long-nosed Lass," and of date 1685-88, 
licensed by Richard Pocock. Our fair one is, on the contraiy, only 
too attractive. AVe have simply to remember her as " The Repelling 
Maid," for she determinately resists the assault, and despises tlie 
pleading of the young libertine who attempts to gain admittance. 

Very different is the result of his application in " The Young 
Man's Shift," beginning, "My pretty Turtle-Dove ! " Modern 
Puritanic taste may start objections to the plain-speaking of this 
sad tale of Love Betrayed ; even as we have heard squeamish 
maunderinn;s against the episode of Hetty in " Adam Bede " and 
that of Effie Deans in "The Heart of Mid-Lothian," Keverthcless, 
the ballad did more, efficaciously, to warn young women, and 
encourage them to resist temptation of dishonourable importunity 
than all the head-shakings or vague hints of self-concoited moralists 
and pulpiteers. Chastity is the loveliest of all feminine virtues, 
and licentiousness among the foulest of man's vices. We do not 
count William Hogarth a teacher admissible to nurseries or pre- 
paratory schools, yet his two pictures of "Before" and "After" 
were designed similarly to pi-otect female innocence, by showing 
unmistakeably the double revulsion of feeling when too late : the 
Avronged girl clinging to her betrayer, who, in the success of his 
libertinism, is awakening to a sense of self-contempt and horror, as 
well as satiated weariness for his victim. This was the artist's true 
motive : as declared by Charles Robert Leslie, 

For other words concerning our " Repulsive Maid" see p. 200. 


[Roxbiirghe Collectiou, III. 214 ; Boole of Fortune, 31 ; C. 22, e. 2, fol 170 • 

Pepys, III. 115.] 

VL\}t iRepul0itie fl^aiD, 

©nee to[oh] a gounrf.-man, 6ut naia cannot inm 
STa open tlje boor, anti let Iji'm come m. 

To A PLEASANT New Tdne : Or, [its own, Sweet], Open the door, 

and let me come in. 


" O Weet, open the door, and let me come in, 
O For to be a Wooer I now begin, 
And sa)' thy Lover I yet have been, 
I'le Love thee and no more." 

" To open the door, Love, that could I do, 
And if it were ior an hour or two ; 
But if that my father or mother should know, 
I should be beaten sore." 


" To be beaten for me, Love, that were a sin ! 
Sweet, open the door, and let me come in ; 
Thy father or mother, nor none of thy kin, 
Shall never beat thee more." 


21U The Reimhive MaUI. 


" To open the door, Love, I have heen bold. 
And many false tales I have been told ; 
But another man hath my heart in hold. 

I cannot Love thee, therefore." 16 


" Thou know'st, before when the time hath bin, 
Thou hast open'd the door and let me come in ; 
But now, my love is not worth a pin ? 
I prethee, Love, tell me wherefore! " 

" I am not disposed to tell thee now, 

Go walk, a Knave ! as thou knowest how ; 
For I can no entrance to thee allow ; 

Adieu for evermore ! " 24 


" To knock and to call I will never lin, _ ['■•"• ««»^«- 

Till thou open the door and let me come in ; 
With coming I fell, and I broke my shin, 
^yhich grieves me very sore." 

" If thou'ast broken thy shin, my Love, sorry am I, 
Yet cannot I find in my heart for to cry ; 
I'le give thee a plaster for it by and by 

Shall pain thee ten times mure." 32 

STfjc S>tto\\Q |)art, To the same Tune. 


" r Prothee, Love, do not to jeer begin, 
JL But open the door and let me come in ! 
I'le be more kind then ever I have been ; 
I prethee. Love, open the door ! " 


" Two words to a bargain, my small friend. 
To open the door I do not intend ; 
My Father and Mother I oft did offend : 

I'le never offend them more." 40 


" Of Father and Mother do not tell me, 
For I am come alone to visit thee, 
And if my face thou wilt not see, 
Then shew me a reason wherefore." 

TJir, Repuhife Maid. 211 


" A reason just I can thee tell ; 

To do it now doth not like me well, 

I hate thee as much as the Devil of Hell : 

Then adieu for evermore ! " 48 


" How comes it to pass, my Love, thou art curst, 
And wert so kind to me at first ? 
Of all men living my luck is the worst, 
To be hated and know not wherefore." 

" Alasse, Sir ! I have found out your Tricks, 
You love do crave of five or six ; 
Yet take who[m] you will, it shall never me vex. 

Adieu for evermore ! " 56 


" What though I have choice of six or seven, 
Nay, what if I had nine, ten, or eleven ? 
Yet thou may'st make the dozen even. 
And do as thou hast done before." 

" I am not the first that hath done amiss, 
Nor shall be the last that a Knave will kiss : 
I pray pick English out of this ! 

You never shall kiss me more." 64 


" The Rose is red, and the Leaves are green. 
And the daies are past which I have seen ; 
Another man may be where I have been, 
For now I am thrust out of door." 

" ' Walk Knave ! ' is a Parrot's note. 

And if the Hang-man don't get your coat, 
I'le met you at Holborn-MU in a Boat, 

If ever I love you more." 72 


London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilhertson. 

[Tn Black-letter, -with four woodcuts ; two of tliem on p. 163 ; a youth, as on 
p. 33 ; and the woman of p. 171. A cut given at beginning (p. 209) belongs to 
next ballad. C. 22, e. fol 170 has different cuts, viz. the woman and man of 
Roxb. Ballads, iv. p. 362. Left ; the oval wreathed Lady of our p. 143 ; and 
the Cavalier of p. 13 : printed for J. Wright, Clarke, Thackeray, and Passinger. 
We follow the earlier text, in The Book of Fortune, n.p.n. Date, circa 1655.] 


C6e goung ^an's ©arD %Wt 

" Both wet and weary and sorely distrest." — Vide p. 213. 

J HE following ditty miist be considered an unwarrantable intruder 
amonp: our " True-Love Ballads," or, at least, that the truth resembles 
the Hibernian " reciprocity, all on one side," if anywhere. But the 
close connection "with the other " Open the door ballads" justifies 
its own position, so, Come away, pretty Betty, and open the Door. 

The tune of " The Young Man's Hard Shift" is named as Bar 
vp the Door, which belongs to a ballad (Jersey Collection, I. 252), 
"The Politick Young Man; or, the Nimble-Pated Youngster's 
Forgeries," to a pleasant new tune, or, [its own] Covie away to my 
chamber, and bar np the door. Printed for Charles Tyus, at the 
Three Bibles on London-Bridge. It has eight stanzas, beginning. 

All hail ! thou Venus bright, or darlino; of that Queen, 

For thou art the fjoddcss which I -will adore ; 
I, like the God of War, have a stout champion been, 

I'll lay down my Arms, and humbly implore 
That we in conjunction to<^ether may joyu, 

Whilst Mirs is with Lumi and Voiti.i in trine ; 
Let us two devoutly our m[otivcs] combine : 

Come away to my ehamber, and bar up the door ! 

The Second Part of the ensuing ballad reverses the position of the young 
couple, and it is the girl who remains outside, as in Dr. John Walcot's " Ah ! 
ope', Lord ■ Gregory, thy door!" which Burns praised, but Robert Jamieson 
accounted "a puerile and moan production." There are other versions of this 
pathetic appeal, where tlie damsel vainly beseeches admittance to the house of her 
betrayer, one, a fragment, being in the Scots' Musical Museum, i. 5, (May, 1787) : 

" /^H, open the door, Lord Gregory ! oh, open and let me in ! 

\ / The rain rains on my scarlet robes, the dew drops o'er my chin." 
" If you are the Lass that I lov'd once, as I trow you are not she, 

Come, give me some of the tokens that past between you and me ! " 

" Ah ! wae be to you, Lord Gregory ! an ill death may you die. 
You will not be the death of one, but you'll be the death of three. 
do n't you mind. Lord Gregory, 'twas down at yon burn, [lang syne,] 
We chang'd the ring off our fingers, and I put mine on thine ? " 

Later in the present volume we give the important and complete ballad-version, 
of earlier date, not reprinied hitherto, more trustworthy than Walter Scott's 
" Lass of Lochroyan " or Robert Jamieson's " Annie of Lochmyan.'''' 

No jokes are admissible on the "Young Man's Hard Shift" of our title, in 
connection with the " smock " of pp. 195 and 206 ; or any insinuations that it 
recalls the unfortunate French translation of Colley Gibber's comedy-title, as 
" La derniere Chemise d' Amour." Indeed, as he is pictorially shown on p. 239, 
Cupid went still more lightly clad. Longfellow's Byiyerion mentions the foreign 
equivoque of " L'Amour a vaincu Loth." popularly accepted as " L'Amour a 
Yiugt culottes!" with the response, " Quhl en clonne tme a I'auteur!" To 
Burns, when he wrote " Tarn O'Shanter," the gift would have been useful : 
" Thir breeks o' mine, ray ainly pair, that once were new, o' gude mohair ! 
I wad hae gi'en them aff my hurdles, for ae blink o' the bonnie Birdies." 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 194. Probably unique.] 

Cl)e goung £@an's l)arD s\)ift 

for a iiHatti£n=?^eati. 

"With the Wenche's Lamentation for the losse of the same, 
Complaining of William, who was much to blame, 
Who promis'd her Marriage, but hath quite undone her. 
Since that he hath robbed her now of her honour. 

The tune is. Bar up the doore. [See p. 212.] 

MY pretty Turtle-Dove, my Love, and heart's delight, 
in whom my joy and my comfort doth rest, 
Take pitty on me this cold tempestuous night, 

both wet and weary and sorely distrest ; 
I travel'd five miles to see your sweet face, 
let me in quickly, it raineth apace, 
Methinks this should move you to pitty my case, 
Come away, pretty Betty, and open tlie door. 

Do not dresse you[r self] to prolong my misery, 
you shall be welcome to me in your Smock, 

More welcome then you were in all your bravery ; 
look not for the key, for it is in the lock. 

Come slip on your slippers, and trip down the stairs. 

And make no great noyse, Love, 't may lengthen our fears ; 

Then make hast unto me, and shorten my cares, 

Come away, \^ pretty Betty, and open the duor .'] 


214 The You)i(j-2Ian\s hard shift. 

" do not say 'tis cold, when thou slip'st out of bed ; 
if thou beest cold, I will warm thee again ; 
With thought of a Baby thy fancy shall be fed, 

I'le shew thee such sport, dear, thou shalt not complain. 
When thou art below, Love, and I am above, 
I'le shew thee such sport as thy mother did love ; 
I think I have spoken enough i'or to move : 

Gotne away, \_pretty Betty, and open the door .'] 24 

" If Cupid stand my friend, and hit thee in the dark, 
I shall have hope to enjoy thee at last ; 
For I have heard it said that he can hit the mark 

as well in the night as the day that is past. 
If I be happy then, Bisse must be mine. 
And I in couclusion of force must be thine : 

Why should not our hearts then together combine ? \.Cf- P- -1' 

Comc away, [preily Betty, atid open the door !] 32 

" There's many proper Maids live in this place beside, 
but you are the thief tliat hath stdlen my heart ; 
Give me my heart again, or yetld to be my bride, 

or else from thy lodging I'le never depart. 
My heart thou hast stolen, I look for relief. 
But if you'l change with me, I'le pardon the tliief ; 
Come do it tluii quickly, and ease all my grief : 

Come away, [pnity Betty, and open the door .'] -10 

" 'Tis you that may kill me, or lengthen my life ; 
'tis you may give me blisse, or else my bane ; 
'Tis you, Bwevt Jiitfy, may help me unto a wife ; 

'tis you that may spoyle me, and cure me again. 
If you be disposed to mine me quite. 
Resolve and conclude then to do it to-night. 
You may at this present now kill me outright : 

Come away, [pretty Betty, and open the duor ! "] 48 

When pretty BHtii hoard all that was spoken, 

she opened the doore and she \^'X him come in ; 
And she cannot say but he left her a token, 

to hug her and kisse her he now doth begin : 
He so much prevailed that with her he lay, 
And went away from her before break of day. 
But she followed after, and thus she did say, 

*' Come away, pretty William, and open the door ! " 56 

S~ Weet Willinm, ope the door ! continue love to me, 
shut not the door against me in disdain. 
My heart is like to break, 1 am with child by thee, 

to none but you now dare I complain." 
Quoth William, " I have enough, Bftty, of you." 
" But I hope," quoth Betty, " you will not say so. 
For I have no power from you for to go. 

Come away, pretty William, [and open the door .'] 64 

The Yoitng-M((ii'.s hard shift. 215 

'* I op't the door for you. when you were cold and wet, 
a frozen Serpent I warm'd in my bed ; 
Can you, sweet William, these kindnesses forget ? 
I took pitty on you, when you were half dead." 
But William made answer, " I prethee, away ! " 
Quoth Betti/, " I cannot, for here I must stay. 
'Tis you have undone me, which makes me to say, 

Come away, [pretty William, and open the door .' "] 72 

" If a man warm his feet in a fair Maiden's bed, 

must he be followed and punisht beside ? " 
" Yes, if he climb so high to get her Maidenhead, 

promise, and then will not make her his bride." 
" Why did you not tell me then, when I was at it? " 
" The plea-ant sport that we had made me forget it, 
You do but dissemble, for why well I wot it, 

Come away, {pretty William, and open the door .'] 80 

" You say I stole your heart, you have it now again : 
would you could as well give me my Maidenhead ; 
No sooner I lost it, but I receiv'd my bane, 

when I entertained you into my bed. 
I cannot be blamed my mind tor to break, 
For you should give loosers leave for to speak, 
But for my rash folly my heart it doth ake : 

Come away, [pretty AVilliam, and open the door .' "] 88 

Quoth William., " Learn more wit ! I am to prove you ; 

men they may proffer, but maids must say nay. 
What ever I did say I ne're did love thee : 
let this be your answer, and so go your way." 
" But I hope," quoth Betti/, " you will yeeld anon." 
" No, never," quoth William, ''' I pray you be gone ! " 
" I cannot go further, since I am undone : 

Come away, [pretty William, and open the door .' "] 96 

1 But she could not prevail, he barred up the door ; 

she might have done so ere she did begin. 
AW you young Maidens take warning by her therefore, 

keep fast your wicket, and let none come in. 
If young men do enter, they will go nigh 
To scale the low walls of your Virginity ; 
Then you will be forced with Betty to cry, 

" Come aivay,p)etty William, and upeii the door .'" 104 

Printed for William Gilbertson, 

[In Black-letter. Two woodcuts, the first of which is removed to p. 209, the 
other is on p. 213. Date circa 1663.] 

*^* Open the Boor, a ballad, beginning " You Maydens," was licensed to E. 
White, 1 Aug. 1586. Instead of opening the door, which has been done once too 
often, let us throw open the window and admit fresh air, by reprinting a more modern 
Roxb. Ballad, containing a father's advice to his son, in true-love matters, entitled, 
" Merry and Wise." In the Editor's Collection is a different edition, 
" Printed and sold hy Jenninys, 13, Water-lane, Fleet Street, London. We first 
give an earlier " Father's Admonition." For original words of the tune, p. 221. 


[Eoxb. Coll., II. 165; Jersey, II. 42; Popys, II. 83.] 

^bt jFatbcr's Wbolcmm anmonitiom 

©r, 31 Eumpmg PenngtooTtf) of Gooti Counsel for Bati ftfusbanlis. 

To THE Tune of, Giim King of the Ghosts. Licensed according to Order. 

MY Son, if you recken to "Wed, and take to your self a kind Wife, 
Then, then, let it never be said but that you'll reform your old Life : 
There's many good pounds you have spent, the which you had reason to prize, 
Eut labour in time to repent, 'tis good to be merry and wise. 4 

Be sure keep a penny in store, 'twill help you when Friends they may fail ; 
For should you spend all, and grow poor, your Case you'll have cause to bewail : 
In Troubles you'll strangely be hurl'd, the which will your senses surprize : 
But he that will thrive in this World must karn to be uurry and ivise. 8 

Perchance you may meet with a Friend, which doth to your Dealings belong. 

If with him a Tester you spend, tliis am do you uo great wrong, 

And then to your l^abour ag;tiu, it beiug enough to suffice ; 

This care will your Uoushold maintain, Vw good to be ineiry and ivise. 12 

There's many a Woman well bred has marry'd a prodigal Knave, 
So that the same day she was wed, 'twere better she had gone to her Grave, 
Her Lauds and her Livings all sold, which eaus'd Tears to tioAV from her eyes, 
And likewise true Frieudsliip grew cold : then 'lis good to be merry and wise. 16 

Son, if a Rich Wife be thy Lot. be carcfuU and thrifty, I pray, 

P'or Means is not easily got, as it may be stjuandtT'd away. 

Be carefuU and always contrive those temporal Blessings to prize ; 

For he that is willing to thrive must karn to be merry and wise. 20 

There's some that are absolute poor, as well I can make it appear. 

Who will in strong Liquor spend more than some that has hundreds a year, 

And bring their poor families low, and can't get wherewith to suffice ; 

But that Man would never do so, who learns to be merry and ivise 24 

The Woik-man that is a boon Lad, you'll find his Condition is such, 

If Trading shou'd chance to grow bad, he scarce has a Groat in his Purse ; 

While he that doth get, spend, and save, has always enough to suffice : 

Then Son, if this Blessing you'd have, then learn to be merry and wise. 28 

This Counsel which to you I give, oh prize it more dearer than Gold ! 
And then you in Credit will live, and save something while you grow old. 
There's many has dearly bought Wit, when Fathers' good Words they despise, 
My Son, ne'er spend all that you get, but learn to be merry and wise. 32 

Great Getters that spend all are like the Cow that gives much at a Meal, 
Who having done, straightways doth strike, and kick it all down with her Heel : 
Act like the industrious Bee, and then you to Riches may rise, 
And flourishing days you will see, if youUl but be merry and wise. 36 

Printed for P. Brookshy, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Bach. 

[In Black-letter. Four cuts : the second, man, on p. 219 ; others in vol. iii. 
pp. 403, H., 408 (man only), and Bagford Ballads, 20.5 l. Date, circa 1688.] 

%* (Also in J. P. Collier's Rnxb. Ballads, 1847, p. 143.) A more modern 
Roxburghe Ballad on the same theme follows on next page. Compare with 
these two the fragment of time-honoured Wisdom of our Ancestors on p. 1. 


[Eoxburghe Collection, III. 399 ; and Trowbesh Slip-Songs.] 

£@errp anh Wim. 

" f^Ome hither, my dutiful son, and take this good counsel of me, 
\J All follies endeavour to shun, that you so may prosperous be. 
In all the aifairs of your life, that so you to riches may rise, 
Also in chusing of a wife, it is good to be merry and wise. 

" Chuse not for a great many pence, among the fine, gaudy and gay. 
For a woman well furnish' d with sense is fifty times better than they. 
Here is one in her insolent pride perhaps [would] your calling despise, 
When the other will draw by your side : His good to he merry and ivise. 

" Be sure you draw both in a yoke, one hand, one heart and one purse ; 
Each other pray never provoke, lest your blessing should turn to a curse ; 
Be careful and kind to thy wife, and be not too soon [in] disguise ; 
Be sober and lead a good life, it is good to be merry and wise. 

' ' Some men they nothing will save, like ragged extravagant elves, 
And it is their desire to have their neighbours as poor as themselves ; 
Be careful, and value them not, to ruin they'll fall while you rise : 
There is a good name to be got /or those that are merry and wise. 

" Some men they scorn and deride good men of industrious care. 
That do by their labour provide both food and apparel to wear ; 
They strive by their malice and spleen, like ragged wolves in disguise, 
We very well know what you mean : it is good to be merry and wise. 

' ' I have been a father to you, and so I will be to your wife ; 
Nothing shall be wanting of me, to the longest day of my life : 
If you will mend what is amiss, and not my good counsel despise, 
Then I will conclude all with this, Bear son, you'll be tnerry and wise. 

[Xo printer's name ; see p. 215. White-letter slip, circa 1776, poor woodcut.] 

*^* The foregoing songs may be fitly taken as companions and correctives to 
the ensuing "True-Lover's Admonition," which indulges in a series of warnings 
based on an assumed knowledge of constitutional temperament, indicated by 
colour of hair and other physical peculiarities. The tune named for it is. So 
siveei is the Loss that loves me. This line forms the burden and the sub -title of 
a ballad in the Rawlinson Collection (4to., 566, fol. 118), beginning, " Oh ! that 
I were with my Triie Love!" It is entitled "The Eesolved Lover; or, So 
sweet is the Lass that loves me." To the tune of. The Lilly and the Rose, or. 
So sweet is the lass that loves me. Nine eight-line stanzas. Printed for John 
Hose over-against Staples-Inn in Holborn, near Gray's-Inn-Lane. Of date 
circa 1660-1673, as on the back is printed for T. Passenger a ballad on the Dutch 
War, " More News from the Fleet" =" Of English Acts I intend to write." 





[This cut belongs to p 



Cf)C Cruc JLot)cr'0 atimonition. 

The Damaske Rose, nor Lilly faire, the Cowslip, nor the Fancy, 
With my true Love cannot compare for beauty, love, and fancy. 
She doth excell the rarest Dame in all the World that may be. 
Which makes me thus extoll her fame, So sweet is the Lasse that loves me. 

— Martin Parker's Love's Solace (1st stanza). 


HE Rawlinson ballad of "The Resolved Lover" being marked 
(inaccurately, sec p. 217), to be sunj; to the tunc of The Lilly a?id 
the Rose, or, So sweet is the Lass that loves me, shows that " U that 
I were with my true Love " is the later version. An earlier balhid, 
also laying claim to the burden of So sweet is the Lass that loves 
me, is one by Martin Parker, entitled " Love's Sohice." It h;is 
been already reprinted in Air. William Chappell's portion of The 
Itoxhurghe Ballads, vol. i. p. C23. Tune, known as The Damaske Rose, 
but incorrectly cited in liawlinson ballad as Tlte Lilly and the Rose. 
Mr. Chappell mentions that the tune is often referred to under this 
name of The Damaske Rose, and sometimes under that of Omnia 
vincit Amor (as in the Skene MSS). Later tune-name, So sweet is the 
Lass that loves me. We give in this Group (p. 225), the lloxburghe 
Ballad, entitled " The Last Lamentation of the Languishing Squire ; 
or. Love overcometh all Things; " to the tune of (1) Rilly and 
Molly, or (2) tTockey's Jealousy. Each stanza ends with the 
burden required : Omnia vincit Amor. It seems probable that 
other names of the same tune were Mock-Beggars' Hall, and Is fwt 
this your Northern Nancy ? (Compare Popular Music, p. 779.) 

(2) Jockey'^s Jealousy was an amplification of the original song of 
" The Successful Lover," four stanzas ; which we give on p. 220. 

The full title of the Pcpysian Ballad (unique) is " Jockie's 
Jealousie ; or. His Rival chiefly regarded by his beloved Moggie.'''' 
"VYith the music. Licensed according to Order. Printed for P. 
Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back. With the music. 

(1) The Tune named Billy and Molly belonged to another 
unreprintcd old Pepysian ballad, entitled " Willy and Molly; or, 
A Match to go a Maying " (Pepys Coll., III. 34). It began, " Says 
Billy to Molly ; " and was appointed to be sung to the tune of I am 
a Maid, and a very good Maid: which took name from the burden 
of "The Loving Chambermaid; or. Vindication of a departed 
Maidenhead " (Roxb. Coll., III. 303) ; sung to a new tune. Begins, 

Shut the door after me, pull off the Boule ! 

I'le blow in the Candle the best of you all : 
And all the world shall ne'er me persuade 
But that I am a Maid, and a very good Maid ! 


[Roxb. Coll., II. 466 ; Jersey, I. 198 ; II. 58 ; Huth, II. 111.] 

Cl)e Crue JLotoer's :aDmomtion. 

Of all tlie colours in the world, the black hair is the best ; 

Though fair and brown may be well curl'd, yet black exceeds the rest : 

That is the colour I do prize, and love beyond all measure ; 

She that hath black hair and black eyes, esteem her as a treasure. 

The Tune is. So Sweet is the lass that Loves me. [See Note on p. 217.] 

YOu pretty little young men all, come listen to my Ditty, 
Beware how you in love do fall, I'd have you wise and witty : 
But whensoe're you make a vow, be sure you do not break it ; 
For there be fair Young Maids enough that ivillingly tvilt take it. 

Let me a little you advise, that when you go a-wooing. 
You may chuse one that's fair and wise, least it be your undoing : 
The Lass that hath a rouliug eye will vow and quickly break it. 
Though she at first seem to deny, lUe tvarrant thee, hoy, sitee'c take it. 

Do not thou chuse a long-nos'd Lass, for she's inclin'd to scolding, 
And [will] be to thee a plague, alas ! be not to her beholding : 
What though she store of money hath, you'd better take one naked ; 
Not one in twenty that draws breath but will go near to take it. 

And she that is splay-footed too, I'de have thee not to mind her ; 
But chuse you one that's fair and true, if you know where to find her ! 
For here and there you'l find one fair, will vow and will not break it ; 
Not one in ten, I say agen, but ivill go near to take it. 

The Carrot pate be sure you hate, for she'l be true to no man. 
But put her too 't and she will do 't, and oft turns very common : 
She that is red upon the head will doubtless ne'r forsake it, 
But wanton be, assuredly, and willingly tmll take it. 

She that hath hair that's bright and fair, will do the trick most neatly ; 
Of her I'de have you have a care, least she cheat you compleatly : 
Then do not try, for certainly, if you but at her shake it. 
She will conclude you are not rude, but freely she will take it. 





220 The True Lover's Admonition. 

" The Cnimp, tlie Hopper-a — e, and all, will make you no denial, 
They willingly will take a fall, if you come to the tryal : 
You'ld find that I speak merrily, by no means will forsake it, 
It is well known there's few, or none, but ivilUnghj will take it. 28 

" The old, the young, the weak, the sti-ong, full easily are tempted, 
They will not be persuaded from, nor ixora it be exempted : 
Then have a care, all colour'd hair will right and reason make it 
To use their own, since it is known that more or all will take it. 32 

" But let me not forget to praise the Glory of the Nation, 
For there is none that nowadays are free from Love's temptation : 
Except it be the Black, and she — hates Lust, and will forsake it, 
She'l live and die contentedly, and never mind to lake it, 36 

" Except it be with her own Dear, and then she'l ne'r deny it. 
To trade a touch ; then there's no fear, but she'l resolve to try it : 
And willingly she will comply, though 't were to lye stark naked, 
For 'tis well known, that with one's own it is no shame to take it. 40 

" Then [all] you that do "Wooing go, be by a friend advised, 
For why 'f good counsel you do know, too often is dispised : 
Take some girls by the Petticoat, and do but gently shake it. 
Then presently she will plainly show 't, that merrily she will take it. 44 

" And now for to conclude, I say, you ought for to be careful 
That you throw not yourselves away, then be exceeding fearful : 
Try but the Black how she doth smack, she'l vow and ne'r will break it ; 
First do her wed, then go to bed, and 1 warrant she will take it / " 48 

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball, in Pye-Corner. 

[Black-letter, two figure-cuts and border, p. 217. Date, between 1672 and 1682.] 

QTIje Successful Eobcr. 

{^The germ of the "Jockey's Jealousy " Ballad. See p. 218.) 
Music composed by J. Snow, 1686. 

I Saw the Lass whom dear I lov'd, long sighing and complaining. 
While me she shunn'd and disapprov'd, another entertaining; 
Her Hand, her Lip, to him were free, no favour she refus'd him : 
Judge how unkind she was to me, while she so kindly us'd him ! 

His hand her milk-white hubbies press'd, a bliss worth kings' desiring; 
Ten thousand times he kiss'd her breast, the snowy mounts admiring ; 
While pleas'd to be the Charming Fair that to such passion mov'd him, 
She clapp'd his cheeks, and ciu'l'd his hair, to shew she well approv'd him. 

The killing sight my Soul inflam'd, and swell'd my heart with passion. 
Which like my Love coidd not be tam'd, nor had consideration ; 
I beat my breast, and tore my hair, on my hard fate complaining, 
That plung'd me into deep Despair, because of her disdaining. 

" Ah, cruel Moggy ! " then I cry'd, " Will not my sorrows move you ? 
Or if my Love must be deny'd, yet give me leave to love you : 
And then frown on, and still be coy, your constaint Swain despising. 
For 'tis but just you should destroy what is not worth your prizing." 


Cfje Lunatic loiter. 

HamJet. — "I am but mad north-north-west : when thewmcl is southerly, I know 
a hawk from a hernshaw." — Hamlet, Act ii. sc. 2. 


HEN in 1765 Bishop Percy gave six "Mad Songs" in his 
Reliques of Ancient l^nglish Poetry, he included " The Lunatic 
Lover" as Mad Song the third. He added no comment, beyond 
mentioning "an old printed copy in the British Museum [probably 
the Bagfbrd Coll., I. 53], compared with another in the Pepys 
Collection [i.e. IV. 61]; both in Black-Letter." Real knowledge 
of the subject was seldom displayed by Thomas Percy. Invaluable 
service was done by him, in leading thousands of neAV readers to 
see the merits of our early ballad-poetry ; but it must be owned 
that he was neither a profound scholar in bibliography, nor a 
conscientiously exact transcriber and editor. IN^or was he trustworthy 
as a critic in the higher departments of literature. He yielded to 
the prevailing taste, in tawdry ornament and sham sentiment. With 
apologetic servility he seems to ask pardon for having descended, 
from the gravity of a chaplain, to the editing of popular ballads. 
He probably felt surprise at his own success. The preferment 
which he gained in consequence was such as could not be won now : 
Les Belles Lettres being held by bigoted and political time-servers to 
disqualify for every ecclesiastical distinction except persecution. 
The lines of Thomas Percy, Bishop of Dromore, fell in prosperous 
days for editors, and in more pleasant places. 

In Gh.a\)-^Q\V^ Popular Music of the Olden Time, p. 494, the melody 
is printed, accompanying the more modern verses from Berkeley's 
" C;in Love be controul'd by advice ? " But in his National 
English Airs, ii. 81, he gave the original " Grim King of the 
Ghosts." To the same tune were sung Nicholas Howe's lines, 
" Colin's Complaint," viz. "Despairing beside a clear stream;" 
often imitated. This delightful parody w^as attributed to Canning : 

BY the side of a murmuring stream, an elderly Gentleman sat. 
On the top of his head was his wig, and a-top of his wig was his hat. 

The wind it blew high and blew sti'ong, as the elderly gentleman sat ; 
And bore from his head in a trice, and plunged in the river his hat. 

The gentleman then took his cane, which lay by his side as he sat ; 
And he dropt in tlie river his wig, in attempting to get out his hat. 

His breast it grew cold with despair, and full in his eye madness sat ; 
So he flung in the river his cane, to swim with his wig and his hat. 

Cool reflection at last came across, while this elderly gentleman sat, 

So he thought he would follow the stream, and look for his cane, wig and hat. 

His head, being thicker than common, o'er-balanc'd the rest of his fat ; 
And in plumpt this son of a Woman, to follow his wig, cane, and hat. 


[Roxbiirghe Coll., II. 317 ; Bagford, I. 53; Jersey, I. 22 ; Tepys, IV. Gl.] 

^Se ILunnticlx iLotjcc; or, %f)t goimg tBan'iS Call to 

(Bvim Mins iDf tlje (5\)oStS. 

To AN Excellent New Tune [its own]. Licensed according to Order. 

GRim King of the Ghosts, make haste, 
And bring hither all your train ; 
See how the pale Moon do's waste, 

And just now is in the wane ! 
Come, you Night- Hags, with all you charms, 

And revelling Witches away. 
And hug me close in your arras ! 
To you my Respects I'll pay. 

I'll court you and think you fair. 

Since Love do's distract my Brain ; 
I'll go and I'll wed the Night-Mare, 

And kiss her, and kiss her again : 
But if she proves peevish and proud, 

Then a pise of her Love ! let her go ! C-v-Pish ! t„sh - 
I'll seek me a winding shroud, 

And down to the Shades below. 

A Lunacy sad I endure. 

Since Reason departs away ; 
I call to those Hags for cure, 

As knowing not what I say ; 
The Beauty whom I do adore 

Now slights me with scorn and disdain, 
I never shall see her more : 

Ah ! how shall I bear my pain ? 




The Lunatic Lover to Grim King of the Ghosts. 223 

I ramble and range about, 

To find out my charming Saint, 
While she at my grief do's flout, 

And smiles at my loud Complaint : 
Distraction I see is my doom, 

Of this I am too too sure ; 
A Rival is got in my room, 

While torments I do endure. 32 

Strange Fancies do fill my Head, ["doth" 

While wand'ring in despair ; 
I am to the Desai'ts led, 

Expecting to find her there : 
Methinks in a spangl'd Cloixd 

I see her enthron'd on high, 
Then to her I cry aloud, [" "T'd " 

And labour to reach the Sky. 40 

When thus I have rav'd a while, 

And weary'd my self in vain, 
I lie on the barren soil. 

And bitterly do complain : 
Till Slumber hath quieted me. 

In sorrow I sigh and weep. 
The Clouds are my canopy, ["is" 

To cover me while I sleep. 48 

I dream that my Charming Fair 

Is then in my Rival's bed, 
Whose tresses of golden Hair 

Are on the white pillows spread ; [^'"'>- ' is on the fair ' 
Then this doth my Passion enflame, 

I start, and no longer can lie : 
" Ah ! Silvia, art thou not to blame, 

To ruine a Lover ? " I cry. 56 

Grim King of the Ghosts, be true. 

And hurry me hence away; 
My languishing life to you 

As Tribute I freely pay. 
To th' JElizium Shades I post, 

In hopes to be free from care. 
Where many a bleeding Ghost 

Is hovering in the air. 64 

[In Black-letter. Douce Coll., II. 142, printed for /. Waller. Roxbiirghe 
copy, n.p.n. Bagford and Pepys are earlier, " Printed for P., at the 
Golden- Ball, near the Hospital-Gate, West Smithfield. This may be Printed : 
E.P." i.e. Richard Pocock, therefore the date is between August, 1685, and 
end of 1688. Three woodcuts. Third cut on p. 143, L. For Ghost, cf. V. 487.] 



Df some languisbing: ^quitc0. 

Happy 's the ^fan that's free from love, he'll range the woods and shady grove ; 
He'll neither luind the great nor small : but a good Condition 's best of all." 

— Languishing Swain ; or, Hard-hearied Shepherdess. 

JOST, stolen, or strayed, a " Languishing Squire ! " Two of the 
' Es([uires ' loved a Cynthia of the moment, and unavnilingly ; but 
the tunes of their ditties are different. " The Frantic Squire" took 
the tune of Let Mary lire long ! in days when Dorset's " Orange 
Moll" held a ' Regencj',' forsooth, during the absence of her Sour 
"William ; while the nectar-preferring Squire sang Bacchanalian 
rhymes to the tune of Let the Soldiers rejoice ! He admits candidly 
that he had been " in Bedlam bound." having been equally a 
Lunatic Lover with the earlier wight, who had (on p. 222) invoked 
the presence of a " Grim King of the Ghosts." 

Of our " Frantic 'Squire " the music is in Pills to Purge Melancholy, vi. 83, 
" The Loyal Subject's "Wish," words by Mrs. Anne Morcott: " Let Mary live 
long ! she's virtuous and witty ; all charmingly pretty ; Let Mary live long ! " 

*^* This Languishing Squire is somewhat perplexing, if we are to regard him 
as a solitary specimen, and not like Cerberus tria juncta in nno\ or George 
Colman's AVill AVadilh;, " two single gentlemen rolled into one." We have not 
yet unearthed ' The Languishing Scpure's first Complaint,' which was that of an 
ill-used Lover, whom Cynthia discouraged ; but his second complaint hade fair 
to be Delirium I'remens, if Carolian bon vivants knew such a designati"n. On 
p. 228, " The Last Lamentation of the Languishing Squire," is to a different 
tune, and therein he dies soberly if sillily. Two of the toiu: woodcuts are given 
below; the others are found on pp. 61 and 50 (man). 


[Roxburghe Coll., II. 177 ; Jersey, I. 221; Pepys, III. 24S.] 

C5e J?ranticfe Squire* 

Ml^osE Passt'anatc ILofac for a gating Eatig causetj fji's Sfstractt'on, 
anlJ since tlje restoration of Ijis Senses, |)e toitfj f)i3 oiiin tanti 
tor it t})i0 3EiceI[ent neto Bittg. 

To THE Tune of, Let Mary live long ! [See p. 224.] 

IVrELPOilENE, now assist a meek Lover ! 

"Whose tears will discover 
How false to her vow fair Gynlhia has been ; 
While I sigh and complain, she retiirn'd me cUsdain, 

And would not expell my languishing passion, 
My languishing passion, but bade me farewell. 6 

From morning to night I wauder'd distracted, 

Ah ! what have I acted 
"Which made her delight to torture me so ? 
Through the shades did I post, like a hovering Ghost, 

Bereaved of rest ; with sad lamentation, 
With sad lamentation, in sorrow opprest. 12 

My Riches I left, with dear Habitation, 

Each friend and relation ; 
Of comfort bereft, distracted I ran, 
That a place I might find that was free from mankind, 

(Fair Women, I mean.) whose conquering Beauty — 
Whose conquering Beauty too late I have seen. 1 8 

My pillow I made on banks of green Rushes, 

Near Brambles and Bushes, 
Where weeping I laid my sorrowful Head ; 
As I closed my eyes, the kind watery Skies 

AVould weep to behold a Lover exposed, 
A Lover exposed to sorrow and cold. 24 

I valu'd not Crowns, with Kingdoms of Treasure, 

And wealth out of measure. 
Or fortifi'd Towns, for which they contend ; 
There was Ci/nthia ray Love, which I valu'd above 

An Emperor's Throne ; her amorous Beauty, 
Her amorous Beauty was riches alone. 30 

To Bfdlnm, bound, at length they convey'd me, [C/. p. 224. 

And there having laid me, 
Upon the hard ground, I took my repose ; 
And my rich silken Bed, where I once laid my Head, 

Was turned to straws : of this my Di-straction, 
Of this my Distraction was Cynthia the Cause ! 36 

My Senses, once more, the hand of kind Heaven 

In pity hath given ; 
And now I'll adore no Woman alive. 
Since my heart is at ease, let 'em frown if they please, 

I scorn their disdain : They never shall make me. 
They never shall make me a Captive again. 42 

Jin is. 

Licensed according to Order. 
Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Beacon, J. Blare, J. Back. 
[Black-letter. Two woodcuts : man on p. 224 ; Lady on p. 237. Date, circa 1690.] 



[Ro\l)mnlic ColKctiou, II. 439 ; Jersey, I. 92 ; Douce, II. 212 verso.'] 

Cl)e Squire's d^rief crotjau'D luitl) 

Comfort : 

£Dr, i^cctnr prcfrrr'D brforr ^cornfiin Cuntfiin* 

To THK Tune of, Let the Soldiers Rejoyce} 

Licensed accordina' to Order. 

A Re the Fates so unkind as to keep me confin'd, 
Debarr'd of all Free — dom and Pleasure ? 
For the young Charming Saint ne'er regards my Complaint, 
But deuy's me, deny's me the Fountain of Pleasure. 

I'm oatch'd in the Snare of a Beauty so fair, 
Whom all the whole Wor — Id will admire ; 

At her Feet when I bow, not a Smile she'll allow, 
But she leaves me, she leaves me, to burn with desire. 

1 This refers to a Pepysian ballad, so commencing, and entitled " Royal 
Courage; or. King William'' s Happy Success in Ireland " (Pepys Coll., V. 65). 
But the original words are by Thomas Betterton, actor and dramatist, belonging 
to his adapration of Beaumont and Fletcher's '• Prophetess ; or, The History of 
Diocletian," Act ii. 1690 ; the music was composed by Henry Purcell, nils to 
Purge Melancholy, iv. 277. We reprinted the words in Bagford Ballads, p. 292. 

The Squire's Grief crown' d iiith Comfort. 


"When I tell her of Love, that I prize none ahove 

Fair Cynthia, my A — morous Jewel ; 
She returns me her Frown, which do's quite run me down ; 

Oh ! was ever, was ever, a Creature so cruel ? 

When her Eyes I beheld, with Eaptures I swell'd ; 

To gain her I u — s'd my endeavour ; 
But yet all was in vain, I might sigh and complain, 

She deny'd me, deny'd me, the Blessing for ever. 16 

Being clearly deny'd, I in sorrow reply'd : 

"Whom JBeauty a — lone hath invited, 
Is rejected at last, this my Glory doth blast, 

Oh! was ever, was ever, young Lover so slighted?" 

Thus with sorrow opprest, and deny'd of all rest, 

I started when e — 'er I did slumber, 
For my sorrows were more than the sands on the shore, 

For I tell you, I tell you, they were out of n[umber]. 24 

But at length I took Heart, and defended the Dart, 

And with a good F — ace I can carry it. 
And solemnly declare there's no Cynthia so fair 

As a Bottle, a Bottle of delicate Claret. [^/ v- sn. 

This my Joys will restore, I'll regard her no more. 

Nor trouble my Nod — die about her ; 
For my Heart is at ease, I can love when I please. 

Therefore tell her, now tell her, I can love wi[thout her.] 32 

Printed for P. Brookshy, J. Beacon, J. Blare, J. Back. 
[In Black-letter. "With three woodcuts, as given. Date, 1690, or soon after.] 


[Roxb. Coll., II. 276 ; Jersey, I. 33 ; Pepys, III. 367 ; Douce, 1. 116w. ; III. 71.] 

%\)t JLast ^Lamentation of ti)e 

ILangwiJSing ^qtiiit ; or, ILotje oucccomc0 all 'CSnigjJ* 

To THE TuifE OF, Billi/ and Molly ; or, Jocheifs Jealousie. 
Licensed according to Order. [For the woodcuts see Note, below.] 

AS I went forth to view the Spring, which Flora had adorned, 
In gorgeous rayment, every thing a "Winter's rage out-scorned ; 
I cast mine Eye, and did espy a Youth, that made great clamour. 
And drawing nigli, I heard him cry, " It's Omnia vincit Amor ! " 

Upon his Face he lay along, hard by a Chrystal Eiver, 

And mournfully his doleful Song with sighs he did deliver ; 

*' Woworthherfaco,hor coraelygrace! forwhich no man can shun her: 

Her splendid Hays cuts off my days, for Omnia vincit Amor. 

" Her chrystal eyes like Comets fair, bright Pha-bus beams out-shining. 
Hath caught my heart in Ck^/VZ'« Snare, and makes me dye with pining. 
Fond foolish jS'ature did not well, so curiously to frame her, 
Her Beauty fair makes me, 'n despair, cry Omnia vincit Amor. 

"You chrystal Streams that sweetly glide, be partners of my Mourning, 
You fragrant Fields and Meadows wide, condemn her for her scorning ; 
T,et e'ery Tree a witness be how justly I may blame her : 
You chanting Birds, note these my \yords, it's Omnia vincit Amor. 

" I sigh and languish for her sake, ten thousand Griefs are growing, 
My fainting Heart I find will break, while dying Tears are flowing ; 
Here do I find her most unkind, therefore I needs must blame her, 
Her Beauty bright destroys mc quite, it's Omnia vincit Amor. 

" Love conquers more than Sword or S[hield,] or any warlike Power ; 
Renowned Kings are forc'd to yield ; no strong Defenced Tower 
Can e'er withstand Love's armed Band, and now I here must name her, 
Fair Cynthia she hath ruin'd me : 'tis Omnia vincit Amor. 

" Had she been kind as she is fair, she might have been admired, 
In every place without compare, who hath my Death conspired." 
This said, his breath began to fail, he could not speak but stammer, 
He sighed sore, and said no more, " 'tis Omnia vincit Amor J ^^ 

Thus I perceived him near his Death, and ran in haste to save him. 
But quickly he resign'd his breath, so deep a wound Love gave him ; 
Thus for his sake this Vow I'll make, my tongue shall still defame her, 
Upon his Herse I'll write this Verse, " It's Omnia vincit Amor." 

[Colophon cut off : others " printed for P. Bronksby, J. Beacon, J. Blare, J. Back.^' 
Four cuts ; man, p. 50 ; woman, p. 61 ; two on p. 224.] 

%* See p. 218 for a note concerning each of these distinct tunes. " Jockey's 
Jealousy " is not a misprint for " Moggie's Jealousy," the ballad given on p. 171. 
Omnia Vincit Amor is No. 52 in the Skene MS., p. 238 of G. F. Graham's ed. 


Cbe ^aster^piece of lotje^^ongs. 

Justice Clement. — " What ! all this verse ? Body o' me, he carries a whole 
realm, a commonwealth of paper ia his hose : let us see some of his subjects." 
— Beu Jonson's Every Man in his Humour, Act v. 1598. 


'jS" p. 233 we reprint the ballad beginning "A week before 
Easter the day's long and clear; " we add another, also, from the 
Koxburghe Collection, but more modern by nearly a century of 
publication, beginning "The week before Easter, the day being 
fair; " aud to the same tune. It bears title of " Love is the cause 
of my Mourning," and introduces the favourite line. It is preceded 
here by a third ballad to the same tune, and from the same collection, 
intermediate between the others in date, but much nearer to that 
of " The Forlorn Lover ; " one that arrogates to itself the title of 
being " The Master-Piece of Love Songs," but generally known as 
" The Bold Keeper.'' We shall find a naval ballad in our next 
Group, "The Seaman's Renown," beginning, "There was a bold 
Seaman, a ship he could steer." Not improbably its opening line 
was suggested by "There was a bold keeper, that chased the deer." 

Whosoever he may have been, modest self-depreciation was not 
the besetting weakness of the author of this ballad. If he did any 
good by stealth, he was quite ready to count it fame six minutes 
afterwards, and not willing to accept any of those "spurns that 
patient merit of the unworthy takes." All the better for him, so 
far as worldly prosperity was concerned. The obtrusively-retii'ing 
tribe of every generation boast their unboastfulness, and we honestly 
confess that most of these " humble " ones turn out to be hypocrites. 
But they never write good ballads. 

"We interpolate an appropriate cut of a Hunter iu the Forest; from p. ISO. 


[Roxburghe Coll., III. 532 ; Bagford, II. 123 ; Euing, 208 ; Huth, I. 22 ; 
Douce, II. 151 ; Jersey, II. 195; C. 22. e. 2, fol. 20 verso.] 

%\tt jS^aiSter piece i3f JLotoe ^ongs. 


SI IDi'aloguc irttoi'it a boPb 5ivffpfr nnti n Entio pg, 
OlE|)0 inoo't) Ijis ILorli's Daughter, anti rarrt'clT tl)c"l3ao, 
But soon after fHarriagc iras forccli for to iFigljt 
Wiit\) Ill's ILort) anti sir (Gentlemen for fjis oiun 3^iglit ; 
?^c rut tijcm, ant) f)cb]'li tljcni, anti paiti tljfm Ini'tf) Blotos, 
'Hull niatic tljcm Ijis Jricuts, U]ijo before tocrc Ijis JFocs. 

To THE Tune of, A JFeek before Easter. [See pp. 232, 233.] 


"T was a bold Keeper that chased the Deer, 
Of a stouter bold spirit you never did hear, 
But he loved a Lady of Beauty most clear, 

And novr you shall hear of his Wooing. 4 

Keeper. ~\ " pity, fair Lady ! the Suit which I move. 
For I'm deep in Affection, and tossed in Love ; 
For you are the Lady, the Turtle and Dove, 

Whereon I have cast my Affection." 8 

La(lij.~\ " Keeper, forbear ! I shall thus answer thee, 
I'm a match for a Lord of a high Degree ; 
For my Birth and yours they not equal be ; 

Therefore, Keeper, forbear your Wooing ! " 12 

Keeper.^ " The Repulse it maketh me sadly to grieve ; 

And true 'tis we all came from Adam and Eve\ 
One loving Word to my Life is a Reprieve, 

Tho' I'm linked fast in CupicVs Prison." 16 

Lady.'] " why should you say you're a prisoner to me ? 
O hold, forbear. Keeper ! for that may not be ; 
• We both may have Matches fitter for each Degree ; 

Then forbear, and take this for an Answer ! " 120 

Keeper. ~\ " No, not for an Answer, that I shall it take ; 
And yet this Denial makes my Heart to ake ; 
And I shall lay down my Life at the stake. 

To obtain the favour of my Lady." 24 

Lady.'] " It is a meer madness your Life to lay down ; 

What will people say, ' there's an end of a Clown ! 
That pass'd many dangers, till Fortune did frown. 

And now died a pretended Lover.' " 2H 



The 3Iastey-Piece of Love- Songs : TJte Bold Keeper. 231 

Ki-eper.'] The name of a Clown in my heart I do scorn, 
Being nobly descended, and a Gentleman born ; 
Yet I am a Keeper that must be forlorn, 

Except you caa love me, fair Lady." '5 2 

Lady.~\ " "Well, Keeper, I perceive thou hast a good heart, 
"Well art thou compacted in every Part ; 
If my Lord did know, we both would suffer smart : 

My Father would be so offended." o() 

IiTeeper.^ " Lady, if you will consent to be my Bride, 

I will gird up my Sword and Buckler by my side, 
And then to the Church in private we'll ride, 

Where we will be marry'd, fair Lady." 40 

She then gave Consent, and away they did ride, 
The valiant bold Keeper and his lovely Bride ; 
I^ot fearing of danger, whatever betide ; 

For she was a valiant young Lady. 44 

Being marry'd, they return'd back speedily. 
And riding along her Father did espy ; 
" Alack ! " quoth the Lady, " one or both shall die." 
" Fear nothing," quoth the Keeper, " fair Lady ! " 4N 

The Lord he came posting so fast as he could hie, 

And six lusty Gentlemen for company ; 

Quoth he to the Keeper, " Villain ! thou shalt die, 

For deluding away my fair daughter." 


" Come on," quoth the Keeper, " 'tis no time to prattle, 
I see by your swords you're prepar'd for battle." 
With his sword and buckler he made them to rattle : 
The Lady held the Horse for the Keeper. 56 

He cut them and hew'd them, on the Place he did stand ; 

then, quoth the Lord, "Bold Keeper, hold thy Hand!" 
" It you'll give your daughter thirty thousand in Land, 

You shan't die by the hand of the Keeper." 60 

" Keeper," quoth the Lady, " 'tis too small a Portion." 
" Daughter," quoth the Lord, " your will shall be done ; 

1 will love thy Husband, and thee ever own ! " 

Thus a Keeper gain'd a fair Lady. 64 

[Two -woodcuts. No Printer's name, or Colopliou, in Roxburghe copy. Bagford's 
II. 123, and Euing, 208, are Black-letter, printed for A. iI[ilbourne'\, IF. 
Olnle;/], and Tho[_)nas'] Thackeray/, at the Atigel in Btick-Laiie. A similar 
copy is in C. 22. e. 2, fol. 20 verso. The woodcuts vary in different editions.] 



a Wzch. before faster* 

' ' Love, Love, Love, laddie ! Love is like a dizziness ! 
It winua let a poor body gang about bis business." 

—The Ettrick Shepherd's " Loveli/ Teggy."" 

HE tune of the following ballad, " The Forlorn Lover," seems 
to have been known indifferently by the names of, A Week before 
Easter ; Three slips for a Tester ; and Love is the cause of my mourning. 
We gave, on p. 228, an early known Omnia vincit Amor. 

On the 1st of January, 1724, there appeared in Allan Ramsay's 
Tea-Table MisceJJany of Scots Saugs, vol. i. p. 32, " Love is the 
Cause of my Mourning," which holds the same line in its burden, 
varied, and has the same rhythm as our ballad. This " Shepherd's 
Complaint" was (on the late authority of Robert Burns, MS. note) 
written by R. Scott, of Riggar. With music it reappeared in The 
Merry Musician, vol. iii. 14C, and in Calliope, i. 96, 1738. The 
signature X., appended by Allan Ramsay, indicated that to him 
the author was unknown. It cannot have been published earlier 
than our "Forlorn Lover." With the music, the song was reprinted 
in Johnson's Scots Musical Museum, ii. Ill, 1788. Here it is : — 

ILobc IS tljc Cause of mg fHourumg. 

{By R. Scott, of Biggar.) 

BY a murmuring stream a fair Sbeplierdcss la)-, 
" lie so kind, () ye nymphs ! " I oft-times heard her say, 
" Tell Strephon I die, if be passes this way, 

And that Love is the cause of my mourning. 

" False Shepherds, that tell me of beauty and charms, 
You deceive me, for Strephon'' s cold heart never warms ; 
Yet bring me this Strephon, let me die in bis arms. 
Oh, Strephon ! the cause of my mourning ! 

" But first," said she, " let me go, down to the shades below, 
E'er you let Strephon know that I have lov'd him so: 
Then on my pale cheek no blushes will show 
IViat Love teas the cause of my mourning.''^ 

Her eyes were scarce closed when Strephon came by, 
He thought she'd been sleeping, and softly drew nigh; 
But finding her breathless, " Oh, heavens ! " did he cry, 
" Ah Chloris ! the cause of my mourning ! 

" Restore me my Chloris, ye nymphs ! use your art." 
They sighing reply'd, " 'Twas yourself shot the dart. 
That wounded the tender young Shejiherdess' heart. 
And kilVd the poor Chloris ivith mourning.'''' 

" Ah ! then, is Chloris dead ? wounded by me ! " he said ; 
" I'll follow thee, chaste maid, down to the silent shade." 
Then on her cold snowy breast leaning his head, 
Expird the poor Strephon with mourning. 




[Roxb. Coll., III. 324 ; Bagford, II. 130 ; Pepys, III. 103 ; Eulng, 208 ; Douce.] 

Ci)e jforlorn JLotoer ; 

lieclarnirj f)C&J 
^ 3La00 gab£ ^cx ILobcr tfjree slips for a S^ESter, 
%nti marricti anotf)cr a OTeck before lE^^STlSE. 

To A PLEASANT ISTew Tijne [its own]. 

\Yeek before Easter the day's long and clear, 
So bright is the Sun, and so cool is the air ; 
I went into the Porest some flowers to find there, 
And the forest would yield me no posies. 

The wheat and the rye, that grow green, [with oats ;] 

The hedges and trees, in their several coats ; 

The small biids do sing, in their changeable notes : 

But there grow no Strawberries or Roses. 8 

I went into a meadow, some time for to spend, 
And to come back again did fully intend ; 
Eut as I came back I met with a Friend, 

And 'twas " Love was the cause of my Mourning ! " 

\T}ie friend relates his woe.l 

•' I lov'd a fair Lady this many a day, 
And now to requite me, she's married away ; 
Here she hath feft me in sorrow to stay : 

But now I begin to consider. 16 

'' I loved her dear, and I loved her well, 
I hated those people that of her spoke ill ; 
Many a one told me what she once did say, 
Yet I would hardly believe 'em. 

" But when I did hear my Love was in the Church, 
I went out of my seat, and sat in the Porch, 
I found I should falsely be left in the lurch : 

And thought that my heart would have broken. 24 

" But when I did see my Love to the Church go, 
With all her Bride-maidens, they made such a show, 
I laugh'd in conceit, but my heart was full low. 

To see how much she was regarded. [a;, lect. "how highly." 

" But when I saw my Love within the Church stand, 
Gold ring on her finger, well seal'd with a band, L'-«- 1^"'"'' 
He had so endued her with house and with land, 

That nothing but Death could them sever. 32 

2'] 4 The Forlorn Lover : A Week before Faster. 

" But when the Bride-maidens were having her to bed ; 
I stcpt in amongst them and kissed the Bride, 
And wished to have been laid close by her side : 
And by that means I got me a favour. 

" When she was laid in bed, (drest up in white,) 
My eyes gusht with water, that drowned my sight : 
I put off my hat, and bid them all good night, 

' And adieu, my fair Sweeting, for ever ! ' [«• '''«'• " sweetheart." 

" dig me a grave, that is wide, large, and deep, 
AVith a turf at my head, and another at my feet ! [«^- '• " '^ »"o»'-" 
There will I lye, and take a lasting sleep. 
And so bid her Farewel for ever. 

" She plighted her faith to be my fair Bride, 
And now at last she hath me falsely deprived : 
I'll leave off my wrath, and wish God be my Guide, 

To save me from such another. IH 

" I pitty her case, much more than my own, 
That she should imbrace and join hands in one 
AVhilst I am her true Love, and daily do groan : 
My sorrows I cannot smother. 

" Though marriage hath bound her, she is much to blame 
And though he hath found her, her Husband I am ; 
Hereafter 'twill wound her that she put me to shame. 

When Conscience shall be her Accuser. 50 

" Two Husbands she hath by this wild miscarriage. 
The one by a Contract, the other by Marriage : 
She doth her whole Family grossly disparage ; 
But yet I'll not plot to misuse her." 

Beware, all young Men, of Arts, or of Trades, 
Chuse warily when you meet with such Maids : 
You'd better live single, alone in the Shades, 

Than to love such an [heartless] Abuser. 64 

London : Printed by W. 0. and sold by the booksellers of Fi/e- 
corner and London-bridge. 

[Black-letter. One woodcut, man aud woman. Roxburghe copy, an eighteenth 
century reprint, in White-letter, with a few variations in reading. " Neivcastle : 
Printed and sold by John JFMle.'" We follow the earlier Bagford exemplar, 
as being a better rendering. Pepys, III. 103, was printed for /. Clarke, W. 
Thackeray, and T. Passenger ; Douce, I. 83, for F. Coles, etc. ; but Douce 
III. 32, is modern, n.p.n. Original date, 1685 to 1688. Next page holds a 
Avofully corrupted text : a weak imitation of our ' ' Forlorn Lover. " 6/. p. 3 1 9. ] 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 672.] 

LoDe 10 tbe Cause of mp a^ourning; or, ^bt 
Despairing ILoDer. 

Sung with its own propek Tune. [See pp. 229, 232.] 

rpHe week before Easter, the day being fair, 

J. The Sun shining bright, cold Frost in the air, 

I hied me to the Orchard, some flowers to pull there. 

But Flora could yield me no pleasures. 4 

The hills being covered with Midsummer's Clouds, 
The white and the red did spring from the Eocks, 
The Birds tliey were tuning their Musical Notes, 

There was neither Couslips nor Roses. 8 

I had not been in this Wood half an hour spent. 
When for to turn back again was my intent, 
I heard a young Man who sore did Lament, 

For Love was the cause of Ids Mourning. 12 

' ' I Loved a Lass this many long Day, 

And for to requite me she is Marri'd away; 
With sighing and sobbing, lamenting for ay." 

Which was the cause of this Mourning. 16 

" n er Face was so fair, I loved her well, 
I hated all those that wished her ill. 
They said of my Suit I would never prevail. 

But yet I would never believe them. 20 

' ' Her Face was so fair my Joy to behold. 
Her Love I esteemed more dearer than gold ; 
For once she had my Heart in her Hold, 

But yet with disdain she rewards me. 24 

" When that I did see my Love to the Kirk go. 
With all her fair Maids, she had a fair show, 
My heart was so grieved I mom-ned for woe 

To see her so lowly regarded. 28 

' ' When that I did hear the Clerk publickly cry, 
' Is there any contrary ? it's time to draw nye,' 
I thought in my Mind good Reason had I, 

But yet it was best to conceal it. 32 

" When I did see my Love join hand in hand, 
With Rings on her Fingers to seal up that Band, 
He had so inticed her with goods, gear, and land. 

There was nothing but death could separate them. 36 

' ' When I did see my Love in her Bed right, 

My Eyes gusht out of water and blinded my sight, 
I took oil my Hat and bad her good night. 

Pox on her ! for she will not leave him." 40 


[No Printer's name, or woodcut. White-letter. Eighteenth century w/i-priut.] 


Rosalind. — " Come, woo me, woo me ! for now I am in a holiday humour, aud 
like enough to consent." — As You Like It, Act iv. 

i_ wo tunes are named for the ballad of " The Love-Sick Maid 
Quickly Eevived." Oae is, What shall I do, shall I die for Love'^ 
It is frequently mentioned, and gains distinctive title from the 
burden of a ballad (given additionally, on p. 246, with its sequel 
on p. 248) called " Virginity grown Troublesome ; or, the Younger 
Sister's Lamentation for Want of a Husband." It begins, 

I have a good old Mother at home, which keeps me from wedlock still ; 
What shall I do, shall I die for Love, aud never have my will ? 

It is probably the same tune as one named What shall I do to show 
hoio much I love her? — which is used for "The Love-Sick Lady " 
(Roxburghe Coll., II 298), a ballad beginning, " Near a fair 
fountain a Damsel sat weeping." Also for "The Ruined Lover; 
or. The Young Lady's Tragedy " (Pepys Collection. III. 3C9) ; and 
for "The Taylor's Wanton Wife of Wappi>/f/,^' beginning, "Here I 
will give you a perfect relation " (Roxb. Coll., II. 493). The tune 
of What shall I do, shall I die for Lore ? is named for " The Necessi- 
tated Virgin," beginning, " What shall I do in this deep distres**?" 
(Pepys Coll., III. 200; and Douce Coll., II. 161); and for "The 
Male and Female Husband," beginning, " Come listen all unto ray 
song ! for why, it is most true " (Roxb. Coll., II. 356 ; Jersey 
Coll., now Earl Crawford's, I. 177). The name of the tune was 
frequently changed to accord with each newly-adopted burden. 
Here it is, What shall I do, shall I die a Maid, and never married he? 
The other tune mentioned is The Haymakers : probably indicating 
one often named as The Scotch Haymakers. A broadside ballad 
tbus entitled, "The Scotch Haymakers; or, Cvat'tj Jockey^ s Court- 
ship," is found in the Pepysian Collection (V. 266), begint)ing, 
" 'Twas within a furlong of Edinhorotigh Town." The original 
song, of which it is an adaptation, was written by Tom D'Urfey, 
and was sung by the girl in Thomas Scott's comedy of " The Mock- 
Marriage," 1695. With the music, composed by Henry Purcell, 
it appears in Henry Playford's Delicim Musicce, B. III. p. 2, 1696. 
Also in the Fills to Purge Melancholy, i. 234, 1699 edition ; i. 327, 
1719. One of D'Urfey's many Anglo-Scotch songs, that gained and 
retained popularity, it has been acclimatised and counted of native 
growth unhesitatingly by Scotch ' conveyers,' and turned into 
" 'T was within a mile," etc. It was sung by Mrs. Wrighten at 
Vauxhall, as " Jenny's Prudent Resolution," to James Hook's music, 
in 1779. It is still a favourite in the Land of Cakes — and Ale. 

Henry PurceWs tune of ' Tlie Scotch Haymalxers.' 2-37 

Amonf? others, the following ballads were sung to Henry Purcell's 
tune of The Scotch Haymakers, composed before 1695 : — 

First Line. Title. 

1. — "As I of late was walking." = Eare News for the Female Sex. 
2. — " As I was walking forth of late, 

I heard a man complaining." = 
3. — "As I was walking forth of late, 

within the meadows gay." = 

4. — "Attend, young lasses all of Edin- 

boroiigh town." = 

5.— " Come, you lusty Lovers." = 

6. — " Here's a Lamentation." = 

7. -" Here's a pleasant Ditty." = 

8. — " In H/ackiiian-stretit theredwelt." = 
9. — " Mother, let me marry." = 

10. — "What's this mydearest Isianny V = 

"We do not claim for the same tune a Euing-Collection Ballad, No. 49, entitled, 
" The Countrey People's Felicity ; or, a hrief Description of Pleasure. To a dainty 
new Tune, called The Haymarkets' Mask" {sic in Halliwell- Catalogue, 1856) : 
By I^aurence Price. It hegins. " Down in a meadow, the river running clear." 
Neither do we believe that a third ballad beginning with the same first line as 
Nos. 2 and 3 necessarily went to the Scotch Haymakers tune. It is entitled 
" A Pleasant Song of Two Country Lovers," or, in another issue, " The Faithful 
"Wooings of Two Country Lovers," beginning " As I was walking forth of late, 
in the prime of the weather." John Wade was the author, and we reprint it 
(on p. 250) to avoid confusion. We also append (on p. 240) a modern Anglo- 
Irish ditty, entitled, " The Love- Sick Maid " As listeners, we suppose the song 
to be sung by "Young Johnson," who dramatically extemporises tlie complaint 
of his absent and disappointed Mistress. For the use of quotational commas tbe 
Editor solely is responsible. In The London Bake's Garland, 1765, it is called, 
" A new Song, made on a young Lady who fell in love with a Horse-Rider." 
These woodcuts belong to p. 203 (here copied without their floral frame-work.) 

My Wife -will be my Master. 

Love- Sick Maid quickly revived. 

Answer to Scotch Haymakers. 
The Slighted Virgin. 
Young Damsel's Lamentation. 
The Jolly Cheese-Monger. 
Verses of a Baker and a Mealman. 
Maltster's Daughter of Marlborough. 
Young Farmer's Answer. 


[Roxburglie Collectiou. II. 296 ; IV. 57.] 

Within the prime time of the Sprino^, within a Meadow she did sing^, 
And solemnly these words she said, " I fear that I shall dye a Maid ! " 
But her Sweetheart in ambush lay, and heard the Mords that she did say ; 
As in this Ditty you may hear, if that you please but to give ear. 

Tune is, TV/iat shall Ida, shall I di/efor love ? etc. ; or, Tlie Ilaymalcers. 

A S I was walking forth of late, within the Meadows gay, \_Maj/, 
jLX It was in the prime time of the Spring, in the merry month of 
I heard a ^Nfaiden sweetly sing, " Some young man, pitty me ! 
tvhat shall 1 do, shall I dy a 2Iaid, and never married be? 

'* Full twenty years of age am I, yea, almost twenty-one, 
AVhich makes me cry, what luck have I so long to lye alone? 
AVhen younger maids they sweet-hearts have, as dayly I do sec, 
What shall I do, shall I dy a Ilaid, and never married he ? 8 

"My Mantua-Gown is of pure Silk, made of the neatest fashion. 
My smock is Cambrick, white as Milk, as any in the Nation : 
My petticoats are made so short, young men my Legs may see, 

lohat shall I do, shall T dy a Maid, and never married he ? 

"To Markets and Fairs I do repair, as other Maidens do, 

To see what young man will be there, my person for to Wooe ; 

Yet all in vain, I come again, for none doth pitty me, 

Which makes me afraid I shall dy a Maid, and never married he. IG 

" I go to Church as 'Maidens do, and for small Devotion sake, 
But to see what true-Love I can find my Husband for to make : 

1 often wish, but dare not speak, my bhishing hinders me, 
Which makes me afraid I shall dy a Maid, and never married he. 

" What if my Portion be but small, I much of him will make ; 
And if such Fortune to me fall, gi'eat pains with him I'le take; 
A constant wife, while I have life, he still shall find of me, 
For loath I am to dye a Maid, hut fain ivould married he. 24 

2C^is noung man !)e in ^mhusl) Ian, anti l^carti t][)t3 fHai'ti inljat sljc 

tnti sao ; 
^olri slje coinplatn'lt mast cibi'Io, for tear a iHaitirn sTjc sl^attlb tige. 
STiU at tljE last hh'nli Cupid IjclJ^ili inounli Iji's ficart tui'tlj f)rr Beairtg : 
SEljcrcforc to tnt) up all tfjc strife, Ije tooa't anti tncb |)er for f)is totfc. 

I, hearing of this Maiden's moan, as in the Bush I lay, 
Delighting in her merry tone, I to my self did say, 
" Thy beauty bright dazles my sight, if thy heart and tongue agree, 
It shall never he said, thou shall dye a Maid, if thou canst fancy »je," 

The Lore-sicJc ILiid qiiick/t/ Revived. 


Then boldly I stept unto this Maid, and took her by the hand, 
And unto her these words I said, "Lady, at your Command, 
My Service, and my person both, is ready here you see, 
It ne'r shall he said, thou dyhl a Maid, if you can fancy me. 

" Thy Portion be it great or small, for that I do not care ; 
True Love and Fancy passes all, nothing with it can compare : 
Therefore grant me thy love, my dear, the like I'le do to thee, 
It ner shall he said, thou di'dst a Maid, if thou can'' st fancy me.'" 40 

Then with a smile this Maid reply'd, " I see I am betray'd ! 
But yet your Suit is not deny'd, fulfill what you have said : 
Then of my love you need not fear, if constant you will be, 
Then to your promise have a care, ivith speed to marry meP 

So to conclude, away they went, and married was that day, 
Their Parents giving their consent, did solemnize the day : 
Where now they live in sweet content, and lovingly agree, 
A civil pattern for all maids, that fain would married he. 48 

And so farewell, yon Maidens all, living in Town or City, 
I speak to you both great and small, which hears this merry ditty : 
If twenty years be come and gone, then mark what here is said, 
Be constant to your first true Love, for fear you dye a Maid! 

London, Printed for Philip Broolcshy at the Golden Ball, West-smithfield . 

[Black-letter. Four woodcuts ; two of them are Cupids (not joined, as below) ; 
another cut is the Lady of p. 40 Left ; the third is the Park scene, p. 44. 
Line 34 reads / did say : here corrected. Date, probably not before 1693.] 


[Roxburglie Collection, III. 680 ; Lo)tdon Rake's Garland, 1765.] 

Cbc Lovjc^^icfe a^ain. (Seep.237.) 

' ' npHe Winter it is past, and the Summer come at last ; 
I And the small Birds sing on every tree ; 
The Hearts of tliose are glad, whilst mine is very sad, 

For my true Love is absent from me. [Oriy. " Whilst." 

" I'll put on my cap of black, and fringes about ray nock. 
And Kings on my fingers I'll wear ; 
All this I'll undertake, tor [my] true Lover's sake, 

For he Hides at the Curragh of Kildare. 8 

" A Livery I'll wear, and I'll comb down my Hair, 
And I'll dress in tlie Velvet so green ; 
Straitways I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare, 
And 'tis tlierc I will get tychngs of him." 

With Patience she did wait, 'till they ran for the Plate, 
In thinking young Johnston to see; 
" But Fortune prov'd unkind to that Sweetheart of mine, 

For he's gone to Lnrf/un from me ! [fn Armni/h. 

" I should not think it strange the wide world for to range. 
It I could obtain my Heart's delight : 
But here in Cupid's chain I'm oblig'd to remain, 
Whilst in tears I do spend the whole Night. 

" My Love is like the Sun, that in the Firmament doth run. 
Which is always constant and true : 
But your's is like the Moon, that doth wander up and down. 

And in every Month it is new." 21 

All you that are in Love, and cannot it remove, 

For [all of] you pittied are by me ; 
Experience makes me know tliat your Heart is full of woe. 

Since my true Love is absent from me. 

Farewel, my Joy and Heart, since you and I must part, 

You are the fairest that e'er I did see : 
And I never do design for to alter my mind, 

Alt ho' you're below my Degree. 32 

[No Printer's name, or woodcuts. In White-letter. Date, before 1765.] 

*i^* This ballad has been erroneously described as written by Robert Burns, 
and adduced as proof of the extreme lateness of date ivhermnto some additions 
in the Roxburghe Collection extend. Burns in 1788 furnished James Johnson's 
Scots' Mnsical Miistitin (last page of vol.ii. p. 208), keeping the same tune, with a 
song which begins with the same first stanza as this one ; using our sixth and 
seventh stanzas, slightly changed, as the Museum's third and fourth stanzas, 
to end the song : it is distinctly an imitation, while this is the original " Curragh 
of Kildare." Burns wrote only one new stanza for the Museum reprint, but altered 
some words (making our seventh stanza run, "All you that are in love, and 
cannot it remove, I pity the pains you endure : For experience makes me know 
that your hearts are full of woe, A woe that no mortal can cure"). Here is his 
solitary additional stanza, which in the Mtiseum followed oiu: opening stanza : 

The Rose upon the brier, by the waters running clear, 
May have charms for the Linnet or the Bee ; 

Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest. 

But my Lover is parted from me. [nl. lect. " my true love. 




Cbe Bailiff's Daugbtet of 3lslington. 

" Oh Love ! that stronger art than "Wine, 
Pleasing delnsion, witchery divine, 
Wont to be priz'd above all wealth. 
Disease that has more joys than Health : 

Tho' we blaspheme thee in our pain, 

And of thy tyranny complain, 

We all are better'd by thy reign." 

— Aphra Behn's Lucky Chance, iii. 4, 1687. 

mischief might befall if we left without settlement, before 
reaching a cosy corner in the Elysian Fields, an unsatisfactory 
dispute wherewith certain learned pundits have disquieted them- 
selves regarding the precise locality indicated in the following 
ballad. The answer might be postponed ; awaiting solution along 
with sundry riddles proposed in Jlijdriotaphia. The question is 
simply this : whether the ' Islington ' here mentioned was some 
apocryphal microscopic agglomeration of wigwams, a " fortuitous 
congregation of atoms " (invisible on all save Ordnance maps), in 
Norfolk; or else the more pleasant suburban village-grown-town of 
Islington in Middlesex, " very dear to fancy." Thither on holidays 
the London 'Prentices joyfully escorted their sweethearts, to regale 
them with far-famed cheese-cakes, curds and cream, custards, or 
pudding-pyes ; even on " the day that comes between the Saturday 
and Monday." Martin Parker's Medley {Roxb. Bds., i, 55), cii'cd 
1647, records " At Islington there's pudding-pyes, hot custards." 

Dr. Thomas Percy imagined that the Bailiff's Daughter had dwelt 
at Norfolk-Islington (and both J. 0. Halliwell-Phillipps and John 
Glyde, Junior, agree, they respectively including the ballad in The 
Norfolk Anthology, p. 53, and The Norfolk Garland, p. 241). We 
cling with orthodox belief to Islington in Middlesex. 

Nota Bene.— Islmgton in Norfolk is so small that it was obliged to be 
conjoined with another village in order to become visible. It is Tilney-cum- 
Islmgton, five miles W.S.W. from Lynn. It had feebly emerged from the ooze 
of the Wash before Queen Bess came to the throne ; hence, in momentary ardour, 
it secured a parish-register, dating from 1559. The Vicarage was in 1874 granted 
to the Eev. W. B. Punster (not a Punster, as mis-reported) ; chiefly because no 
other Fellow than one belonging to the Royal Geographical Society could possibly 
have found it. The combined population, by gigantic efforts, had, in 1881, 
reached the mmiber of 275 souls, or bodies, including twins, all told. Two 
centuries ago Thomas Jordan or any other person would have scorned to write 
a ballad on one of its half-dozen inhabitants, or to fancy it a Bailiewicked place. 
The Norfolkians of old were proverbially litigious, and discontented. " The 
Lass of Lynn " was an exception, who said, " Aye, marry, and thank you too ! " 
From Tilney, following the pilgrim Mayflower across the Atlantic, some of them 
escaped to Massachusetts. They there founded another miniature Islington ! 
Does it claim to have produced " The Bailiff's Daughter " as its very own? If 
not, then why not ? We pause for a reply, by cable, from a clever Child. 


242 Norfolk- Islington a/town to he next to Nowhere. 

AYe admit that the distance to be traversed by either of the 
lovers, between the most northern estate in Middlesex township of 
Islington and the southernmost City Wiirehouse, may appear in- 
sufficient to account for their being held asunder so long ; being 
only two or three hours' ramble across the pleasant intervening 
meadows of old time : and " The walks of Islington and Hogsdon " 
were celebrated by Thomas Jordan the ballad-writer, and his 
comedy licensed, so early as August 2nd, 1641. This short distance 
may inadequately meet the requirements of the story. There would 
appear to be less likelihood of the Esquire's Son being thus kept 
apart from reunion with his Lady-love, while he fulfilled his seven 
years of apprenticeship in London, and she remained dwelling so 
nigh, that half a day's journey would have brought them together, 
than if they were separated by nearly a hundred miles. But 
surely they were ruled by other considerations than distance ! She 
may have been closely watched and guarded ; moreover, maidenly 
modesty kept her from following him uninvited, until separation 
became insupportable any longer. If either of them had been 
resolute in will at earlier date, so short a journey as that between 
London and Norfolk would not have hindered them. But in such 
a case the maiden must have necessarily spent more than one day 
on the road, and ice hear notlutnj tvhatever of any oiiglitfall, or of 
such fears as nightfall would occasion. We regard this fact as 
utterly destructive of the Norfolk-Islington theory. 

As to her disguising herself, and going to meet him, whom she 
knew at once, while she was unrecognized in face or voice, is there 
any great difficulty here ? We are accustomed to the vagaries of 
true affection, and she had thought of him more constantly than he 
believed possible : " Many a tear have I shed for her sake, when 
she little thought of me ! " So men flatter themselves as to their 
superior constancy ; nevertheless, " Man's love is of man's life a 
thing apart; 'tis Woman's whole existence." She travelled only 
part of one day, but she was anxious and affrighted ; no wonder 
that her face flushed rosy red, and at first seemed unfamiliar to him, 
although he had never forgotten how she used to look in girlhood. 
To us the directness of the narrative is perfect. 

For the purpose of the ballad-singer, we maintain that our now- 
suburban Islington was to all useful intents far enough distant ; 
and we feel sure that London 'Prentices or their sweethearts would 
not have loved and sang this charming ballad, if they had not 
habitually associated the name of it with their own favourite haunt. 
Who cared a Brummagem-button about Norfolk ? It is a far cry to 
Loch Awe ! Our own northern heights of Middlesex lent sufficient 
romance to the story, and ensured its popularity. J^do perpdua. 


[Roxburghe Coll., II. 457 ; III. 690 ; IV. 56. Pepys, III. 258. Douce, 11. 

239 ; III. 94.] 

Crut iLoiac Etquitetr : 

£Dr, '€f)t Bailiff iDauggtrc of |0lingtoitf 

The Young-man's Friends the Maid did scorn, 

'Cause she was poor and left forlorn ; 

They sent the Esquire to London fair, 

To be an Apprentice seven year : 

And when he out on 's time was come, 

He met his Love a going home, 

And then, to end all farther strife, 

He took the Maid to be his Wife. 

To A NoETH CoiJNTiiT Tfne, OK, / have a good old Mother at home. 

[See pp. 236, 245.] 

THere was a youth, and a -well-belov'd youth, 
and he was a 'Squire's Son ; ["Esquire's." 

He loved the Bayliff's daughter dear, 

that lived in Islington. 4 

[But] she was coy, and she would not believe 

that he did love her so ; 
No, nor at any time she would 

any countenance to hira shew. 8 

244 The Bail{fs Daughter of Islinyton. 

But when his friends did understand 

his fond and foolish mind, 
They sent him up to fair London, 

an Apprentice for to bind. 1 2 

And when he had been seven long years, 

and his Love he did not see ; ["• '• "^aa not seen." 

" Many a tear have I shed for her sake, 

when she little thought of me ! " 16 

All the Maids of Islington 

went forth to sport and play ; 
All but the Bayliff's Daughter dear, 

she secretly stole away. 20 

[Then] she put off her gown of gray, 

and put on her puggish attire ; * 
She is up to fair London gone, 

her true Love to require. 2 1 

[I^ow] as she went along the Road, 

the weather being hot and dry, 
There was she aware of her true Love, 

at length came riding by. 28 

She stept to him, as red as any Rose, 
and took him by the bridle-ring ; 
" I pray you, kind Sir, give me one penny, 

to ease my weary limb." 32 

" I prithee. Sweet-heart, can'st thou tell me 

where that thou wast born ? " 
"At Islington, kind Sir," said she, 

" where I have had many a scorn." 36 

" I prithee, Sweet-heart, can'st thou tell me, 
whether thou dost know 
The Bayliff's Daughter of Islington ? " 

" She is dead. Sir, long ago ! " . 40 

" Then will I sell my goodly Steed, 
my saddle, and my bow; 
I will into some far country, 

where no man doth me know." 44 

" stay ! stay, thou goodly Youth ! 
here she standeth by thy side ; 
She is alive, she is not dead ; 

and is ready to be thy Bride." 48 

1 " Doth set my pugging tooth on edge," Winter's Tale,iv. 2. Id est, tramper's 
garb : puggish is thievish. A modernized reading (Percy's) is " ragged attire." 

Tlie Bailiff^ s Daughter of Islingfon. 245 

" farewell grief, and welcome joy, 
ten thousand times and more : 
For now I have seen ray own true Love, 

that I thought I should have seen no more." 52 

Printed for P. Brookshy, at the Golden Ball in Pye- Corner. 
[Black-letter. Two woodcuts, vary. Brooksby's issue, between 1672 and 1680.] 

*„,* On our p. 236 we furnished details identifying the borrowed tune. It is 
sometimes cited as / have a good old Mother at home ; sometimes as / have a good 
old Father at home [i.e. the Sequel, on p. 248) ; otherwise, I have a good old Wife 
at home, and / have a good old fFoman at home (see Douce Coll., III. 94, II. 229). 
From a burden, on p. 246, it is known as What shall I do, shall I die for Love ? 

The tune commonly appropriated to " The Bailiff's Daughter of Islington" is 
given in Mr. "William Chappell's Popular Music of the Olden Time, p. 263, and 
in Rimbault's Musical Illustrations of Ptrcg's Reliques, p. 100. Seeing that 
both " I have a good old Mother at home," and the similar assertion about a 
father, are lines in " The Good Fellow : a Song," we give it here, without delay. 

[Roxburghe Collection, III. 657.] 

%\)t d^ociti jFellotu. 

SIX long years have I serv'd of my time, and no one will set me free, 
And so 1 will be a raking young blade, and care for nobody. 
So I will rant and roar, and call for more, let them say what they will; 
For I am resolved, as long as I live, to he a Good Fellow still. 4 

I have a good old Father at home, and I have cost him many a pound, 
And now to make him amends for all, I will travel the country round ; 
I will tell them how I have spent my [time,] and in roving I have 

had my fill : 
So I am resolved, as long as I live, to he a Good Fellow still. 8 

I have a good old Mother at home, and I have cost her many a tear, 
And now to make her amends for all, I will travel both far and near, 
I will tell them how I have spent my time, and in roving I have 

had my fill ; 
So I am resolved, as long as I live, to he a Good Fdloiv still. 1 2 

My true Love sent me a broad piece of gold, I view'd it wond'rous well ; 
But that will neither purchase houses nor land, nor keep me from 

heaven or hell. 
But that will purchase a good brown bowl, as the girls may drink 

their fill ; 
So I am resolved, as long as I live, to he a Good Fellow still. 1 6 

[No printer's name, or date. One woodcut. White-letter, 18th century.] 


[Jersey Collection, I. 57; Hutli, II. 132; Brit. Mus., C. 22. e. 2, fol. 222.] 

Oirginitp groton Croublcsomc ; 

2rf)£ gounger Sister's Eamcntatton for 5!2Eant of a f^usfiantj. 

Being a most pleasant and delightful New Song, much in use, etc. 

Each Ase j^rows riper, Love does still prevail, 
Aud Maidenheads at sixteen now are stale ; 
Youn<^ Girls to Mothers will be turn'd ere they 
Know what it means, sly Cupid does betray. 
Fires them with love, and then there's nothing can 
Cure their distemper, unless oyl of Man. 

To A Pleasant Xew West-Country Tune. [See p. 245.] 


I Have a good old Mother at home, which keeps me from Wedlock still ; 
IFhat shall I do, shall I dye for love, and never have my will ? 

As I walkt forth within the fields, to see the Bushes spring, [<?/• P- 309. 

The little Birds they chang'd their notes, and I heard the Cuckoo sing. 

My Sister is married to her content, and is made a wedded Wife, 
And with her Husband she doth live a sweet contented life. 

But I, poor Soul, must lye alone, who am more fair than she ; 

IFhat shall I do, shall I dye for love, and never married be ? 8 

There is ne'r a one in all the Town that can compare with me : 
What shall I do, shall I dye for love, and never married be ? 

Now I must into some far countrey, or in some forraign land. 
For to find out a bonny Lad, to be at my command. 

Love-pleasures all things do surpass, as I do plainly see ; 
What shall I do, shall I dye for love, and never married be ? 

Come, some brisk Lad, come Avith speed, and me from care set free ; 

what shall I do, shall I dye for love, and never married be ? 16 

Alas ! for what was beauty made ? was't only for to see ? 
What shall I do ^ I um afraid I ne'er shall married be. 

The Younger Sister's Lamentation ; and her Comfort. 247 

To languish thus is worse than death, some sweet youth, come wed me ! 
TFkat ! shall I loose my Virgin breath, and never married be ? 

Kind Heaven my Sister did befriend, whilst none's more lov'd than she ; 
What shall I do ? shall I dye for love, and never married be ? 

Good Cupid, at some gentle heart let thy swift Arrow flee ! 

"Will no kind young man take my part, that I may married be ? 24 

cruel young men, what d'ye mean, from joy to hinder me ? 
What shall I do ? shall I dye for love, and never married be ? 

Is it my Portion's smallness, then, that makes you not agree ? 
What shall I do ? shall I dye for love, and never married be ? 

If it be that, I'le make it more, to labour I'le be free : 
What shall I do ? shall I dye for love, and never married be ? 

how I sigh to lye alone, and wish for Company ; 

What shall I do ? shall 1 make moan, and never married be ? 32 

To tear my hair I scarce refrain, when Weddings I do see : 
What ! shall I always feel this pain, and never married be ? 

How hless'd are they who in each Grove receive embraces free ! 
What shall I do ? shall I dye for love, and never married be ? 

Then some kind youth, come pluck the fruit from blooming Beauty's Tree ! 
What ! shall I dye, in this dispute, and never married be ? 

These twenty years now have I liv'd, and none e're asked me : 

Let me not dye, kind youths, for love, and never married be .' 40 

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball, in West-Smithjield. 

[In Black-letter. Four woodcuts : the first and second are those on p. 21 ; the 
third is an oval portrait, meant to represent Prince Rupert, on p. 246 ; the 
fourth is the Lady with fljing ribbons, of p. 22, Right. Date, circa 1680.] 

*^* The sequel to the above is reprinted on our next page. Two woodcuts 
below belong to "The Two Faithful Lovers," mentioned on p. 160; single 
figure from Roxb. Coll., IV. 77, R., printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and 
/. Clarke. (Compare p. 147, and Contents, for Elephant, etc., from other copy. 

[Left, from Roxb. Coll., lY. 77 e. Two figured cut from Ibid. II. 480.] 


[Pepys Collection, III. 129 ; Jersey, I. 126 ; Douce, I. Zlvo. ; Huth, I. 56.] 

Crum0 of Comfort for tfie goungest lister. 

The Youngest Sister in despair at last did comfort find, 
Which banisht all her grief and care, and eas'd her troubled mind ; 
A kind young man diil promise her that she should married be, 
She answer'd him again, " Kind Sir, thereto I'm wondrous free." 

To A I'LEAS-iNT NEW West-country Tune. [See p. 245.] J 

" T have a good old Father at home, an ancient man is he, 
X But he has a mind that e're he dies that I shall married be. 

" And since I heard of thy Complaint, methought I pitty'd thee ; 
To me thou seemest like a Saint, and thou shall marry d be. 

' ' The Roses and the Lillies fair cannot compare to thee ; 
Then mine own Dear, do not despair, /o;- thou shall married be. 

" T have been curious in mine eye, but ne'r could any see 
That so much pleas'd my fantasie ; and thou shall married be. 8 

" All night between my loving Arms thou shalt have embraces free ; 
And I'le secure thee from all harms, when thou shalt married be. 

" And would'st thou have a pretty Babe, I'le quickly get it thee ; 
Thy credit and my own to save, ivhen ive tivo married be. 

" A thousand joys I'le promise more, and all the Avorld shall see 
That none like thee I will adore, and thou shalt married be. 

" "What though thy Sister is bestow'd, let not that trouble thee. 
On her young men some years have blow'd ; then thou shalt married be. 

" Thou hast no wrinckles in thy face, and so I'm sure has she ; 
'T will be an honour, no disgrace, that thou shalt married be. 

" And tell me, now, can'st thou deny so kind a friend as me ? 
That saith thou shalt no Maiden die, but thou shalt married be. 

" If I walk through the Universe, I can no fairer see ; 
But every where I will reherse that we will married be. 

" I'le crown thee with the joys of Love, some Mortals ne'r did see ; 
And some shall wish, that live above, like us to married be. 24 

" Can Hi/men any joys provide, my Dear, for thee and me ? 
Out of his thoughts they cannot slide, for thou shalt married be. 

" No, no, torment thy self no more, nor fear Love's cruelty; 
Thou art the girl that I adore, and thou shalt married be. 

" Give me thy hand, take here my heart, and be from sorrow free ; 
I know the worth of thy desert, a)ul thou shalt married be. 

" 'T will be one day a blessed time, and we from cares be free, 

When thou art married in thy prime, that I may happy be.'''' 32 

Printed for F. Brookshy. 

[In Black-letter. Earl Jersey's copy, now Earl Crawford's, has four Woodcuts, 
of which the first is the kmg's head in an oval, given in Bagford Ballads, p. 
443, Left ; the second on p 568 of the same ; the third is already on our p. 84, 
viz. the couple hand-in-hand : the fourth represents a girl with dishevelled 
hair, sitting in a chair, holding an open book. Date, eircd 1680.] 




3ot)n matie's Ctno Countcp LotJers. 

" Love me little, love me long ! Let music rumble, 
Whilst I in thy incony lap do tumble." ^ 

— Marlowe's Jew of Malta. 

_H:E Ballad registered to William Greffeth in 1569-70, entitled 
*' Love me little, love me long," may have originated the popular 
phrase. Kit Marlowe used it incidentally, when he made Ithamore 
speak thus to Bellamira the Courtesan, in Act iv. of "The Jew of 
Malta" (before 1593). We are reminded of "Marlowe's mighty 
line " by it occurring again in our ballad : 

Love me little and love me long. 
For I do come to woo thee. 

The initialled signature, 'J.W.,' shows the following ballad to 
have been written by John Wade, several of whose ditties have 
been already reprinted in Bagford Ballads (" Wade's Reformation," 
p. 6; a list of his ballads, pp. 1 to 5, 921 and 922); and some 
others will appear in a forthcoming " Good-fellowship Group." 
They are generally full of vivacity, and afford a fair specimen of 
middle-class convivial Tavern life in Stuart days. But in "The 
Two Country Lovers" Wade disports in an unusual subject for his 
Muse, he being a London Royster, and only resorting to fair rural 
scenes and village nymphs as all Bow-Bells men have done in their 
occasional holidays. Nevertheless he wrote "The Kind Young 
Man's Answer to the Faithful Maid " ( = " what's the reason," 
etc.), and "A Serious Discourse between Two Lovers," beginning, 
"My pretty little Rogue, do but come hither!" This does not 
enter into our present volume (being confined to Wood's Collection, 
E. 25, fol. 2, 146, and Pepys Coll., III. 987). Tune of, When Sol 
will cast no light, or [/ a)H so'] deep in love : for which see p. 253. 
If there were a tune known by the name of Love me little, love me 
long ! it was probably the same as the one indicated by opening line, 
As I was tvalhng forth of late ; but no tune-name is mentioned. In 
line 15 " abode ye " means " inhabit ye : " unless it be a misprint. 

1 See the admirable edition of The English Dramatists published by John C. 
Nimmo, and edited with scholarly precision and in genial spirit by Arthur H. 
BuUen (to whom we owe also The Works of John Day, The Dramatic Works of 
Thomas Middleton, and four volumes of Old Plays from Manuscripts, etc.). 

In Marlowe, vol. ii. p. 93, is a note explaining that " the word ' incony ' (which 
is found in Love's Labour Lost, Act iii. sc. 1, etc.) means 'delicate, dainty.' " 

From the famous MS. temp. Jacobi I., our dear friend, the late John Payne 
Collier, F.S.A., gave a lively ditty of five stanzas, beginning, 

' ' Love me little, love me long, is the burden of my song ; 
Love that is too hot and strong burneth soon to waste ; " etc. 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 565 ; Huth, I. 102; Donee Coll., I. 79 verso.] 

[a pleasant ^ong of CSc fMt\jhil moonm of] 

Ctoo Countrp Jlotoers. 

The Yonng-man lie with carrias^e bokl did oft salute the Maiden, 
And unto her these words he told, his heart witli love was laden ; 
And if to him her love she'd grant, he'd do his best indcavour 
To maintain her, she sliould not want, and he'd forsake her never. 
Because he was poor, the Maid was coy, and woidd not have him ontertaiu'd, 
But at last be became her love and joy, and much wealth with her he gain'd. 

[To ITS OAVN TcifE, As I was walJcing forth of late. See p. 237.] 

AS T was walking forth of late, in the prime of the weather, 
I spide a young man and a maid both walking close together. 
The man begun, and thus he sung, " Sweet heart, do not forgo me I 
Love me little and love me long, for I do come to woo thee.''' 

** Woo me, good Sir, for what intent? you surely do hut jear me ; 
I nev'r knew yet what Love meant, how then should I love you dearly? 
1 am too young to be a wife, and no love I can afford ye ; 
I hold still best a single life, my Maiden head will not load meP 8 


" Ye do but jest, sweet heart," quoth he, " my honour so to stain, Love. 
]\Iy heart is lloyal unto thee, and so it shall remain. Love. 
]\ly love is set on none but thee, sweet heart, meaning no harm to do thee ; 
Then let all sorrows from thee part, /or I do come to ivoo thee''' 


" It is but in vain, young man," quoth she, " to talk of such a matter ; 
Then speak no more of Love to me, I know you do but flatter : 
For young men they will cog and lye, and make much to abode yee. 
But I am resolved a Maid to die, my Maiden head will not load me.'" 16 

" 'Tis true, my dear, I must confess, that is but a light carriage ; 
Yet I wish I had the happiness to joyn with you in marriage. 
Though I can't court and complement with fine speeches unto thee, 
My heart is good and fully bent at this time for to woo thee.'" 


" Alas ! good sir, your time you waste, it so seems by your talking ; 
If that you be in such [great] haste, I pray you now be walking ! 
The door is wide, you may be gone, no love I can afford ye : 
I had rather still to lye alone, my Maiden-head will not load me." 24 

The Faithful Woo'mgs of Txco Country Lovers. 251 

" What is the cause, my Dear, of this, you should be so offended ? 
If I have spoke any thing amisse, it shall be straight way amended : 
But what I speak is from my heart, meaning no harm to do thee, 
Then let all sorrows from thee part, for my minde is still to woo thee?'' 


" I see sorrow with you is rife, and joy doth much refrain ye ; 
But if I should become your wife, pray, how would you maintain me ? 
That is a thing to consider on, if love I should atford yee ; 
Yet rather still to lye alone : my Maiden head will not load me?'' 32 


" To maintain thee, my heart's delight, I'le do my best indeavour ; 
I'le work for thee both day and night, and I'le forsake thee never. 
In wealth and woe on thee I'le tend, so thou'lt set no man above me ; 
My person thy life it shall defend, /or dearly I do love thee?'' 


" Well, if you do but say, and hold, what you do want, I have it ; 
I have seven hundred pound in gold, thou shalt quickly crave it ; 
All this to thee I'le freely give, and never more forgo thee : 
But ever after, while I live, Pie prove a good tvife to thee?'' 40 

He straight way took her by the hand, and a loving kiss then gave her, 
Quoth he, "I am at your command, to do my best endeavour. 
Now I am thine, and thou art mine, in spight of stormy weather ! " 
So they both took hand in hand, and both went home together. 


" Let all Lovers think on this, and be no more offended ; 
And [let] those that have done amiss, strive in love to mend it. 
For my own part I gain'd a love, the truth I will not smother, 
Tho' I was poor, yet she was rich, fone will help out f other?' 48 

Jim's. J[olm] W[ade]. 

London, Printed by E. C, for F. Coles, in 'Fine-Street, near 

Satton- Garden. 

[Black-letter. Four woodcuts : on p. 78, and p. 249. Date about 1685.] 

*^* The alternate-verse burden sung by the Maid too closely resembles one 
used throughout the Eoxburghe Ballad of "The Forlorn Damsel" to be an 
accidental coincidence. Being Eoxb. Coll. II., 157, it will be reprinted in our 
vol. vii. It is to the tune of Moggy s Jealousy (our p. 171), and begins thus, 

Come, pity a Damsel distressed, all you that have tasted the bliss, 
For while you with favours are blessed, I hardly can meet with a kiss : 
Which makes me resolve, in my anguish, in Desarts to take my abode. 
For I now in my sorrow do languish, my Maidenhead is such a load. 


Deep in LoDe. 

STi^E Firgtn's Camplamt ; and SE^e ^oung fHan's Umtiirntian. 

" If she be not as kind as fair, but pee^dsb and unhandy, 
Leave her ! she's only worth the cai'e of some spruce jack-a-dandy. 
I would not have thee such an ass, had'st thou ne'er so much leisure, 
To sigh and whine for such a Lass, whose pride's above her pleasm-e." 

— Sir George Etherege's Comical Revenge, ii. 1669. 

V/FTEN mentioned is the tune of Beep in Love, \rhich is the same 
as Cupid'' s Courtesie : the name borrowed from a ballad beginning 
"Through the cool shady woods as I was ranging" (see Roxhurghe 
Ballads, vol. iii. p. 330). We found the date of this " Cupid^s 
Courtesie'^ (not the b:illad entitled " Cupid's Courtesie in the 
AVooing of the fair Sabitia," which begins, " As on a day Salina 
fell asleep,") entered in the Stationers' Registers on January 12th, 
166 4. The tune was then described simply as "a New Northern 
Tune : " Cvpid's Co2<r/fSje was probably its first definite specification, 
unless Bobin the Bevil were a still earlier title. 

We give the two ballads at this place, in order to clear them away 
(p. 254) before meeting two Naval ditties appointed to be sung to the 
same tune. The sequel is entitled " The Young Man's Vindication 
against the Virgin's Complaint." Another ballad to the same tune, 
possibly meant as Sequel, is preserved in the Pepysian Collection 
(V. 334), which gives the music. The title is, " The Young Man's 
Lamentation ; or, Love and Loyalty rewarded with Cruelty." 
Licensed according to order. It begins, " I am so sick of Love." 

The second part of this ballad (Pepys Coll., V. 335) is named " The Maid's 
Kind Answer to the Young Man's Lamentation ; or. The most coy frowns turned 
to the most pleasing smiles." It begins, " As he was ready to faint." We need 
not expect to find in Sequels a close connection with their repxited antecedents, 
for they were seldom written by the original author. Thou, as now, whenever 
any popular success was achieved, a number of unscrupulous imitators, rivals, and 
pirates, rushed forwards to secure a share of the plunder. The gang of pilferers, 
unable to originate, would steal from one another like so many sparrows. 

A different ballad, beginning with a slightly varied first line, " I am so sick 
for Love," is entitled, "A Merry New Song of a Eich Widow's Wooing : " 

I am so sick for Love, as like was never no man ; 

Which makes me cry, with a love -sick sigh. 
Have at thy coat, Old Woman ! 
Have at thy coat, Old (Toman ! Have at thy coat, Old IVoman ! 
Here and there, and everywhere, have at thy coat. Old Woman ! 

Printed at London for T. Langley. It is to a different tune, known earlier as 
Stand thy ground, Old Harry ! (see Popular Music, p. 366, for the tune.) 


[Roxbm-ghe Coll., III. 482 ; Jersey, II. 172 ; Pepys, III. 220 ; Douce, II. 235.] 

Z\ft Mini) Wixsin's Complaint 

against a f oung a^att'^ Hnluntmeis^. 

Of Young Men's Falsehood she doth much complain, 
Resolving never to love Man again ; 
Experience tells her Men love but for fashion : 
That makes her rail against them in such passion. 

To THE Tune of, Cupid's Courtesy, etc. [See previous page.] 

•* T Am so deep in Love, I cannot hide it ; 
L. It breaks me of my rest, and of my quiet: 
For when I see his face, it so inflames me, 
That I must love him still, though the World blame me. 

"0 fye upon this Love ! it will undoe me ; 
I'll never love Man again, should the Gods woo me : 
Por, if that once I can shake off this passion, 
I'll ne'er love Man again, but only for fashion. 8 

" There's no Belief in men, though they seem civil ; 
Per when they sit lilie Saints, they think most evil ; 
Therefore be rul'd by me, Never trust no man ! 
But if you needs must love, pray love a Woman ! 

** I wish blind Cupid had been soundly sleeping 
When like a crafty lad he came so creeping 
To wound ray tender heart, and pierce my marrow, 
I felt his fatal Dart, to my great sorrow. 16 

*' Never poor Yirgin was in such a taking, 
I oft look'd in my Glass, pleasure forsaking ; 
My cheeks were pale and wan, my lips did tremble, 
Because I lov'd a man that did dissemble. 

*< Oh ! what a simple Girl I was, for certain ! 
For to love Lord or Earl I would not hearken ; 
Not one in twenty score but is deceitful, 
Therefore I'll love no more : men are ungrateful. 24 

" It is their constant trade to cog and flatter. 
Or to delude a Maid, her for to banter ; 
But if they prate and lie, I'll not believe them : 
Such Love I'll never try, although it grieve them. 

" They'll profess and pretend much of affection, 
Until they make you bend to Love's Subjection : 
( )f your hearts craftily they will bereave you, 
Till a new Face they 'spy, then they will leave you. 32 

254 The Kind Virgins Complaini. 

" Their words they are but wind, like "Winter-weather, 
Unconstant and unkind, light as a feather : 
I tell you, flat and plain, I'll not abide it, 
To love a man again, once having try'd it. 

"Blame me not, though I be something in passion. 
For now I plainly see it is the fashion ; 
For such false-hearted men are grown so common. 
That when I love again, I'll love a Woman. 40 

" Why should a Woman dote on such a Bubble, 
That's good for nothing, but to procure trouble ? 
Every day I will pray for to live single. 
That my affection may with no man's mingle. 

" Ladies, take my Advice, you have rare features. 
Always be coy and nice to such false Creatures ; 
No man will constant prove, no, not my Brother, 
Then if you need must love. Love one another ! " 48 

[No colophon or publisher's name in R()\liurii:he copy, ■which is a comparatively 
modern impression. We have followed a better one, in the Earl of Jersey's 
Osterley Park Collection (now the property of Earl Crawford), "printed for 
A. M\xlhourne\ W. 0\_nleij\ and T. lliackercuj, at the Angel in Buck-lane. 
At the back of it is a unicjue exemplar of " CupicVs Revenge," printed for 
F. Cules, T. I'ere, J. Clarke, W. Thuckeraif, and T. Passiiiger. The Pepysian 
copy of our ballad was printed for some of the sarao company, viz. for J. Clarke, 
William Thackeray, and Thduias Fassinger. Eoxbnrjjhe cut, two lovers and 
Cupid, p. 273. Jersey broadside has the ringletted girl of our p. 40 r ; the fat 
flying Cupid, p. 50 ; and the Lady of p. 155. Date, circA 1664 : before 1686.] 

*** "Cupid's Eevenge," mentioned above, begins thus, "Now, now, you 
blind boy, 1 you clearly deny, With your arts and your darts that you often let 
Hy." To the tune of, JS'ow, now the Jight 's done (see vol. iv. p. 243). We meet 
a different ballad of " Cupid's Revenge," on King Cophetua, in Legendary Group, 
" A king once reigu'd." Tune, I often for my Joany strove (p. 148). 

*** To the same time as our "Kind Virgin's Complaint," viz. I am so deep in 
Love, was sung John Wade's " Serious Discourse between Two Lovers," beginning, 
" My pretty little Rogue, do but come hither ! " Compare p. 249. 

Also to the same tune is marked, " The Sweet Salutation on Primrose-Hill ; 
or, I know you not," beginning, "In the pleasant month of May.''^ (The 
alternative tune is, " Though Father angry be.'") It has the prelude versiclc :— 

' I know you not ! ' What, doth the times so change ? 

I knew the time we have not bin so strange : 

But this by Maids must never be forgot. 

When men intice, to say — 1 know you not ! 

Hence one (or both) of these tune-names gained a new substitute, being called 
" The Dancing of Primrose- Hill." See Wm. Thackeray's List of Ballads, No. 
246, reprinted in the present Editor's Bogford Ballads, pp. xl to lxxvi, but not 
identified in time for p. lxxviii. We come to other ballads with same time in 
" The Pensive Maid " and " The Valiant Seaman's Happy Return," both in the 
Naval Group of our present Volume Sixth, 


[RoxburgheColL, III. 108; Pepys, III.4, 16; Douce, II. 263w.; Rawliiison,29.] 

Cl)e goung S^an*s WinUtation 

against tge eitrgin'0 Complaint, 


She rail'd against young Men in passion great ; 
But he more mildly seems with her to treat. 
Young men are not so false as she would make them, 
Some Maids are fuU as bad, how e're you take them. 

To THE Tune of, The [kind] Virgin'' s Complainf, or Cupid's Courtesie. [p. 252.] 

(Weet Virgin, hath disdain mov'd you to passion ? 
Ne'er to love man again, but for the fashion ? 
Was your abuse so great, beyond all measure, 
That you can quite forget to think of pleasure ? 

'* Though one false-hearted man, not to be named, 
Made you look pale and wan, must all be blamed ? 
As if scarce one were good in a whole City ; 
Your peevish angry mood I can but pity. 8 

" Men are not half so bad as you would make them, 
More Maidens may be had if you forsake them : 
Therefore I tell you plain, be not disdainful ; 
If Cupid shoot again, you'l finde it painful. 

" Young men had need beware, lest they be taken 
And drawn into a snare, and so forsaken : 
Many maids prove untrue : take it for certain, 
'Twill be too late to rue of a bad bargain. 16 

"Aidens false-hearted are, I can report it: 

Their craft they will not spare, when they are courted : 
They'l bend unto your bowe, their wits are nimble. 
It's very hard to know when they dissemble. 

"They'l powder, prank, and paint, with each new fangle ; 
Sometimes sit like a Saint, for to intangle. 
Their pretty wanton eyes are so alluring. 
Life and death in them lies, killing and curing. 2 i 

" Their beauty's like a charme, lovers intrancing ; 
No man receives more harm than by their glancing. 
Like Syrens they will sing, their voices ravish ; 
They will make the Ecchoes ring, their tongues are lavish. 

" By such alluring baits young men are taken, 
And then it is their fates to be forsaken : 
For these inticing Girles are so unconstant. 
They're won and lost again all in an instant. 32 

M T 

2'OG Young Man's Vindication against the Virgin's Complaint. 

'• I have experience had of their false dealing, 
Some of them are so bad they're not worth stealing : 
If one in half a score prove to be vertuous, 
She shall have Suiters store, her love is precious. 

" Now tell me which are best, young Men or Maidens ? 
I think 'tis here confest, both have their failings : 
Therefore be rul'd by me, scorn not a young man ; 
There's as much truth in him as in a woman. 40 

<< Virgins, take my advice, be not disdainful ; 
Neither be coy and nice, squemish nor scornful. 
It's but a pettish strain for to love no man : 
If e're you love again, pray love a young man. 

"I am resolved now, though some miscarry, 
I'le have a Virgin too, with her I'le marry. 
From Love I'le not refrain, though it be common : 
But when I love again, I'le love a woman ! " 48 

London, Printed for Rich. Burton at the Horslioo in West-SmithfieJd. 

[In Black-letter, with two woodcuts: viz. the oval portrait on p. 173, and the 
running Cavalier of p. 78 Eight. First Pcpys copy was printed for Clarke, 
Thackeray, and Passinger ; second I'epys for Clarke substitutes Whitwood. 
Rawlinson copy, with four small woodcuts, printed for liichard Burton, and 
sold by F. Coles, T. Vere, and /. Wright. Deuce's, later, pritited for C. 
Brown and T. 2\orris. Date, probably soon after 1664.] 


Cf)e jraitfiful JLoticrs of tfie mt%x. 

HE following ballad bears at full length its author's name, 
William Blunden. We identify him as the same person whose 
initials " W.B." are appended to another ditty, entitled "Hang 
Pinching; or. The Good-Fellowe's Observation 'mongst a Joviall 
Crew, Of them that hate flinching but is alwayes true blew." It 
is to the tunc of, Drive the Cold Winter away, and has been already 
reprinted by Mr. Wm. Chappell in Roxhurghe Ballads, vol. iii. p. 
255. We found it entered to Thomas Lambert in the Eegisters of 
the Stationers' Company, July 1635 to June 1636 (D. fol. 392 = 
Arber's Transcript, iv. 366). " Hang Pinching " begins thus : — 

" All you which lay claim to a Good-Fellowe's name, 

And yet doe not prove your selves soe, 
Give eare to this thing, the which I will sing. 

Wherein I most plainely will show, 
"With proofe and good ground, those fellowes profound 

That unto the Ale-wives are true, 
In drinking their drinke, and paying their chinke, 

such a Good Fellow's true blew. 



[Roxburghe Collection, II. 149 ; Jersey, I. 129 ; Huth, I. 101 ; Douce, I. 82w.] 

Cl)e jFattt)ful Iloters of t\)t ^JMtst. 

Come, jo\Ti with me all you that Love, 
And faithful to each other prove ; 
Example take by this my Song, 
All you that stand within this throng. 

To THE Tone of, As I tvallct forth to take the air [i.e. True Love 
rewarded tvith Loyalty : see p. 260.] By William Blunden.^ 

"Hy should I thus complain on thee ? 
So cruelly thou murderest me ; 
For unto thee it is well known 
Thou art the Maid I love alone. 

" In none hut thee I take delight, 

I think on thee both day and night ; 

I give to thee my heart away, 

Do not with hatred me repay. 8 

" When first thy sweet face I did see, 

I thought that none was like to thee ; 

I wish I had not seen the day 

"When first thou stol'st my heart away. 
"Hard is thy heart, harder than steel, 

Colder than Ice, that frosts congeal ; 

How many thousand times dolh ['t] make 

My heart to bleed for thy sweet sake. 1 6 

"I was forewarned, by thine eyes, 

Of thy most killing cruelties; 

But Cupid hath so blinded me. 

Now I shall dye for love of thee. 
" But ! how good had been my case, 

That I had never seen thy face, 

My captive heart had then been free, 

But now I can love none but thee. 24 

" "When I am dead, this thou wilt say. 

That I have cast my love away ; 

Too late 'twill be then to complain. 

If that you do, it's all in vain. 
" Therefore, my dearest Love, comply. 

And ease me of this cruelty ; 

Let me not dye in this dispair, 

But grant thy love to me, my dear." 32 

1 In his " Hang Pinching," William Blunden thus characterizes his wares, 
*' And now to conclude mi/ verses so rude ; " but there is a nearer approach to 
elegance in the present ballad. 

VOL. VI. s 

2o8 The Faithful Lovers of the West. 

2rf)c fHatli's ansirifr. 

" T\Oubt not my Love, nor do not fear, 
\J Thou art the man that I love dear ; 
I did but try ihy constancy. 
For I do love no man but thee. 

" Then grieve no more, nor yet complain, 
Thy love to me is not in vain : 
For constant I will ever be, 
And I do love no man but thee. 40 

" Why shouklst thou say thy heart will brealc. 
And all for love of my sweet sake ; 
I constant to thee still will prove, 
As ever was the Turtle-Dove. 

" Nothing shall part my Love and I, 
Until the very day we dye : 
AVe'l live in love, and so agree, 
As man and wife they ought to be." 18 

W(}t |]ounrj=iHan's 3lnsincr. 

" f\ thanks be to the Heaven above, 
\J Now I have gain'd my dearest Love ; 
Thy words dotli me so much revive, 
I am the happiest man alive. 

" Come, let us to the Church away. 
And married be without delay ; 
Although our Portions be but small, 
True love is better worth than all." 5G 

So hand in hand away they went, 
And had their parents' free consent ; 
The musick then most sweet did play, 
And thus ended their Wedding Day. 

Young-men and maids in love agree, 

And let this song a pattern be : — 

The price, you know, it is but small, 

A penny a piece, and take them all. 64 


Printed for P. Brookshj, at the Golden- Ball, in Pye- Corner. 

[Black-letter. Four woodcuts: all have been already given, the lady on p. 61, 
the man on p. 50, Eight, and other two on p. 63. Date, close on 1636-36.] 





Crue 10130 Eetoarneti 'G^itl) iLo^alt|). 

" Love, like death, 
Levels all ranks, and lays the Shepherd's crook 
Beside the Sceptre." 

— E. Bulwer Lytton : " The Lady of Lyons. '^ 

vJNCE more we group together several ballads formerly sung to 
one popular tune, known as True Love rewarded loith Loyalty, the 
ballad beginning " As I walk'd forth to take the air." (See N'ote.) 
Several among them name as an alternative tune, *' Flora, 
Fareivell ! I needs must go^ This ballad, by Laurence Price, 
(reprinted on p. 105), agrees with the tune of A thousand times my 
love commend, written by Martin Parker. His ballad begins thus, 

A thousand times ray love commend 

to him that hath my heart in hold ; 
I tooke him for my dearest Friend, 

his Love I more esteem'd than Gold. 
When that mine eyes did see his face, 

and that mine eares had heard his voyce. 
His Love I freely did embrace ; 

My heart told me he was my choice. 

This was of date before June 1629. Sixteen double-stanzas in all : 
reprinted in Roxhurglie Ballads, vol. i. p. 277. Another tune-name 
here mentioned is harh, my Love. We have not hitherto been 
able to find any ballad so commencing (of date circa 1650), and it 
has possibly perished. But we are by no means ready to account 
as irretrievably lost anything of ballad-lore that may possibly 
survive, hidden away in some small unsuspected private collection. 
It is a humiliating confession for a ballad-lover to make, summing 
his experience of mankind, that many holders of literary treasures 
are as incapable of intellectually enjoying the stores they keep 
locked up so selfishly, as they are of understanding the pleasure of 
extending knowledge. We cannot name a dozen generous men, 
or more than one generous woman, among fortunate possessors of 
book and ballad rarities. We do not wonder at this, in the case of 
the exacting sex, but it is somewhat scandalous in regard to men ; 
and they deserve to be pilloried or gibbetted accordingly. 

%* Note. — The same first line, "As I walk'd forth to take the air," as in 
our (No. 1.) — "True Love rewarded with Loyalty," belongs to two other 
ballads. (No. 2.) — "The New-blossom'd Marigold;" mentioned on p. 177. 
Eut this was sung to the tune of Ah ! Jenny, gin, etc. (No. 3.) — " As I walk'd 
forth to take the air, one morning in the Spring; " entitled " The Despairing 
Maiden revived by the Eeturn of her Dearest Love." This was mentioned on 
p. 199, being sung to Tom Farmer's tune of The fair One let me in. 


[Roxbiirghe Collection, III. 3o0, and 3-54 ; Pepys, III. 146.] 

Crue 2.otje retoarUeU toitl) 3Lopaltp ; 


^trtg mtti 3op after ^orroto anti ^atmr^jJ. 

This young Man did walk in pensive Manner, 

Being a Soldier under Cupid'' s Banner ; 

In loving Terms he did express his Mind, 

Still fearing that his Love would prove unkind : 

But she, to ease him from all future Pain, 

Did chear his Heart, and grant him Love again. 

To A NEW West-country Tune, called, hark, my Love ; or, Flora, Farewel. 
[Seep. 259.] 


[These cuts are covjoined.'] 

AS I walk'd forth to take the Air, 
One Morning musing all alone ; 
I heard a young Man full of Care, 

Thus to himself did make great Moan. 

*' Mj' dearest Dear and I must part, 
So sad and heavy is my Heart ; 
It doth increase my Misery, 

My Love, that I must part from thee. 

True Love rewarded with Loyalty. 2G1 

" But no Leave of my Love I'll take, 
I will now wander for her Sake ; 
And like Leander I will prove 
So true and constant to my Love. 

" For dost thou think I'll vow and swear, 
And not my Promise quite fulfil ? 
Then deal with me as I deserve, 

If I be not thy true Love still. 16 

" My Lands and Livings are but small, 
For to maintain my Love withal : 
But with my Labour and my Pain, 
My dearest Dear I will maintain. 

" Thy Friends do owe to me a Grudge, 
Because to thee I bear Goodwill : 
But stand thou up in my Defence, 

And I will be thy true Love still. 24 

" If I had Gold and Silver store 
As much as ever Crcesus won, 
'Twere all too little for my Love, 
Considering what for me she's done. 


"Now Hand in Hand with thee I'll go, 
Thro' Mirth and Melody, and Wo ; 
Nay, thro' the World I'll go with thee, 

Whate'er betides to my Body. 32 

" The pale-fac'd Moon shall lose her Light, 
The glorious Sun shall darken' d be, 
And Stars shall from the Heaven fall. 
My Love, e'er I prove false to thee. 

" There shall no Grass grow on the Plain, 

Nor Blossom bud upon the Tree ; 

All Fruit shall have a deadly Wound, 

My Love, e'er I prove false to thee. 40 

" The swiftest River shall run back, 

The Wind shall drive the Water-mill ; 
And the brightest Day shall turn to black, 
If I be not thy true Love still." 

Thus did he languish and complain, 

And sore he was opprest with Grief: 
At last his Love did hear his Moan, 

And straight she came to his Relief. 48 

2G2 True Love rewarded with Loyalti/. 

"IITY dearest, why dost thou complain, 
_3X And grieve my Heart, since I am true ? 
Fear not that I will thee disdain, 
I'll never change thee for a new. 

" Thou shall not part from me, my Dear, 
Nor wander in an unknown Laud ; 
A Part of all thy Grief I'll bear, 

And always be at thy Command. 56 

" As true as ever Hero was 

To her Leander T will prove : [''" '"'"•' 

"Were it to cross the Hellespont, 
I would not fear to find my Love. 

" Thy Oaths and Vows I do believe. 
And plainly I thy Love do see : 
It very much my Heart doth grieve. 

That thou should'st so lament for me. G4 

" What tho' my Friends do at thee frown, 
And will not yield I shall thee love ? 
Fear not, since I will be thy own, 
And constant ever will I prove. 

" The Lambs shall with the Lions play, 

And timorous Hares the Hounds pursue. 
The Elements shall pass away. 

E'er I to thee will prove untrue. 72 

"No Snow shall lie upon the Alps, 

Nor Flames break out from Etna's Hill, 
The wild Eeasts shall forsake their Walks, 
If I be not thy true Love still. 

" Therefore, my Dear, let Sorrow cease, 
I'm come for to embrace my own, 
"Which will my former Joys increase, , 

For thee I love, and thee alone." 80 Ij 

9rf)£ Conclusion. 

WHen he had hoard her sweet Reply, 
His dying Spirits did revive ; 
Quoth he, " For Love I will not die : 
I am the happiest Man alive. 

" Blest be the time that my true Love 
Did hither come to chear my Heart : 
Her Constancy I now do prove, 

Nothing but Death shall us two part." 88 

True Love rewarded with Loyalty. 263 

Great Joy there was when they did meet, 

And loving Compliments did pass ; 
And many Times with Kisses sweet, 

He did embrace his amorous Lass. 

Let all young Lovers, that do hear 

This Song, be faithful to their Choice ; 
Then each one may enjoy his Dear, 

Which makes true Lovers much rejoice. 96 

Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Printed and sold by John White. 

[White-letter : One woodcut (our two, conjoined). A reprint, issued at Newcastle- 
on-Tyne by John White (who died circa 1769) in the Eighteenth Century. Of 
copies printed nearly a hundred years earlier, when the ballad appears to have 
been popular, the Jersey and Douce exemplars were printed for Philip Brookshy ; 
the Pepysian (III 146) printed for William Thackeray 2CiA Thomas Passenger : 
in Black-letter. Date, probably circa 1572.] 

*^* To the tune of this ballad was sung "The Two Constant Lovers; or, 
The 'Prentice obtain'd his Master's Daughter ; " beginning, " Come, listen to me, 
my True Love." It does not belong to our Roxburghe series, being Pepys, III. 61. 

Lot)e'0 Downfall. 

^^ All for the love of the Stable Groom! ^^ 

" ' I feel for you, poor boy, acutely ; I would not wish to give you pain ; 
Your pangs I estimate minutely : I too have lov'd, and lov'd in vain : 


But still your humble rank and station for Minnie surely are not meet ! ' 
He said much more in conversation, which it were needless to repeat. 
Now I'm prepar'd to bet a guinea, were this a mere dramatic case, 
The Page would have elop'd with Minnie : but no — he only left his place." 

— W. S. Gilbert's Bab Ballads : Little Oliver. 

HE ballad here entitled " Love's Downfall " was formerly known 
in the trade of petty-chapmen and ballad-mongers as " The Stable 
Groom : " mentioned thus as No. 94 in Wm. Thacherayh List, 
Bagford Ballads, p. lxv. The object of the degenerate young 
lady's affections held this lowly situation. Eiding habits suit " with 
every thing that pretty bin." A Ithough addicted to raking, he was no 
libertine; his mind was on the rack, but he curried favour in a 
'strawdinary degree. The Mews was invoked for his litterary 
theme. Mens stabilis sihi conscia recti: stabilis vel constans. 

Earlier (on pp. 113, 149) we reprinted two other ballads of 
similar misadventures. One, entitled "Fancy's Freedom," told of 
a gentleman's daughter who fell (very low) in love with her father's 
serving-man ; and the other showed us " The Love-sick Serving- 
man," who admired Clorinda. Later, we give " The West-Country 
Wonder ; or, William the Serving-man's Good Fortune," beginning, 
" Attend to this relation " (Koxb. Coll., II. 516). 

264 Love s Downfall ; or, The Stalk'- Groom. 

There are some choicely-suggestive mottoes distilled from these 
Pierian founts. You may take thera or leave them, according to 
your humour : " Taste 'em and try 'em before you buy 'em ! " men 
used to say concerning gingerbread nuts, whereof *' ^/'one warm you 
for a week, what will a pound do? " 

Either, first. — Love levels all ranks ! which is pretty philosophy 
for those M'ho desire to be levelled up (p. 259, motto) : as when 
the gardener's son weds Pauline Deschappelles. 

Or, second. — Tlds comes of not Iceeping low people in their rigid 
place ! Examples too numerous to be mentioned. We permit 
King Cophetua to marry his Keggar-maid (see the ballad beginning 
" A King once reign'd beyond the Sens," later in this volume, in 
Group of Legendary liaUach, from Roxb. Coll., III. 278). Any 
man lifts any woman, so that she be virtuous, to his own rank and 
station. ]3ut the contmry of the process does not hold good. 
Society frowns on Plialcg James Forbes the Scotch tutor mnrrying 
the Earl of Ossory's daughter, or on Mens. Mirobolant the Chef de 
Cuisine at Clavering Park claiming the hand of Blanche Amory 
(" Pendennis "). Dancing-masters must notrun off with boarding- 
school heiresses. Still less may John Thomas neglect his hair- 
powder because Love's phrenzy has aftected his biain, and desert 
Abigail for Abigail's mistress, although he maj' have been sworn 
on the Horns at Uighgate. When it comes to a Stable Groom 
marrying into the family, he brings the odour of the manure heap 
into their drawing-room. We like the two offices kept apart. 
There is something unsavoury to all right feeling of the English 
nation in such a notion as this, of a lady desiring matrimony 
with her father's stable-help, who had been trusted to keep her 
in view when she took her daily ride. It was forbidden socially 
in Stuart times. We are becoming considerably mixed, in these 
later days of screw-drivei-s, shoddy-w'cavers, and sophistical 
rhetoricians ; but we still draw the line somewhere, and leave 
Jehu to keep in his own rank. 

The third moral is announced in the final stanza. — 'T is Love 
Irings mang to despair ! which is incontrovertible. 

Fourth moral is in the Argument. — A Warning to all Parents 
not to match their Children against their wills. 

*^* Love-sick Serving-Men were generally successful in ballads, but the writers 
purveyed the food that was acceptable to their patrons, and domestics were good 
purchasers. In recent years Wilkie Collins made a bid in the same direction, 
when he sent forth an outvageous Bflc/ravian novellette, entitled, " How I married 
him : A Young Lady's Confession " (January, 18S2). In it, an impulsive young 
woman of "advanced opinions" actually mari'ies her groom — as in "Love's 
Downfall" — whom she believed to be the son of her own step-mother : not that 
the knowledge extenuated her breach of the social conveimnces, insomuch as she had 
allowed herself to love him before she made discovery of his parentage. The 
perusal of such histories scarcely encourages male domestics to remain contentedly 
in that state of life tor which they were most fitted. 


[Roxburghe Coll., II. 268; Pepys, III. 326; Jersey, II. 193; Wood's, E. 25, 
fol. 61 ; Eawlinson, 27 verso ; Douce, I. 130, 131.] 

ILoWs SDotonfal: 

BemcK a sati anti true llxelattan of a gaiing 3Lat(g, tof}0 MI m lotre 
Inttl) f}cr Jatf}cr'0 Stailc^rfroom ; hut tijrir lofacs icfntj liiscotiErEli, 
toas tiisappafntEtJ &g Ijcr oirin JaUjcr, 430130 tooulti fjatre matcljt |)cr 
to a 3a;nfgf)t ; but sfic, for lobe of tl)e ffiroom, fell into Qespatr, 
anil fit conclusion matie l)ersclf alnan. 3Ltkcixrt3C Ijoto Ijcr Scatlj 
0l)ortncti |)er iFatfjcr's Gags, ant) \}oia l)cr faitl3ful Jrienli, tlje 
(Sroom, enticli Ijfs oton ILtfc toitf) a sl^arp OEeapon: Being a 
^iHarnintj to all parents not to matclj tl)eit cl^iltiren against t^eir 
Mills, etc. 

To THE TuisrE or, Flora farewel : oe, True Love rewarded with 
Lmjaltii, etc. [See pp. 105, 260.] 

DRaw near, young maidens, every one, 
unto these words I shall declare, 
I have for you a solid Song, 

will grieve your heart the same to hear. 

There was a Lady fair and bright, 

her Parents had no more but she, 
Who was belov'd of Lord and Knight, 

as you [soon] after the same shall see. 8 

Her Father kept three Serving-men, 

that waited on him to and fro ; 
She lov'd the chiefest amongst them, 

which was the cause of all her woe. 

But yet her Parents nothing knew, 
though they kept her in private room, 

That e'er her love it was so true, 

or so set on the Stable-groom : 1 6 

For on a time a gallant Knight, 

that was of courage stout and free, 
(In him her Father took delight,) 

did come in hopes her love to be. 

But because he was of mean estate, 

and the other a Knight [was] of renown, 

She durst not once her mind relate, 

'cause fearing of her Father's frown. 24 

He talkt, he walkt, and did propound 

many questions unto she ; 
But yet her heart was after found 

none but the Stable- groom's to be. 

266 Lovers Downfall ; or, The Stable-Groom, 

This gallant Knight her Parents' love 

and favour he did so obtain, 
They sought all means her heart to move 

to grant him love for love again. 32 

But all their -worrls could not prevail, 

though they did urge her night and day, 
She thought from them away to steal, 

and to take a voyage another way. 

But e'er that she could bring to pass, ;,> 

by her Father's strict command J 

Her wedding-day appointed was, '* 

she should be married out of hand. 40 

But when this news she then did hear, J 

and she by no means could it shun, ■ 

She wrung her bands, she tore her hair ; 
like one was frantick she did run. 

They tydings to her Father bring '\ 

What was befallen unto she ; 
"Who wonHred greatly at the thing 

that such a change so soon should be. 48 


Then her Father to her came in haste, 

desiring her to tell him her mind, 
And he would ease her grief at last, 

a faithful friend she should him find. 

" You have a Serving-man," quoth she, 
" the which you keep at bed and board, 
The which hath gained my heart from me ; 

I love him dearer than a Lord." 56 J 


Then straight her Father's wrath did rise, ■ 

in a close room he locked her then : 
Her words so much he did disdain, 

he turned away his Serving-man. 

But when she heard that heavy news, 

her heart with sorrow it was slain ; 
She vowed all company to refrain 

until she saw her love again. 64 

Then straight a letter she did write, 

and sealed the same with her own hand ; 
And these words she did [there] indite, 

and sent it him with strict command : 

Love's Doitnfall ; or, The Stahle-Groom. 267 

' JB^ow happy is the country girl, 

the which sits spinniny at her wheel ; 
I would give all my gold and pearl, 

I felt no more than she doth feel. 72 

* Likewise thrice happy sure is she 

that her True-Love's presence can enjoy ; 
Sure Fortune will not favour me, 
hut seeks my life for to destroy. 

* Would I had been a scullian-maid, 

or a servant of a low degree. 
Then need not I have been afraid, 

to ha' loved him that would love me. 80 

* But all my wishes are in vain, 

this loathsome life L do annoy ; 
For I shall neW see my love again, 

nor yet his company enjoy. 
' So farewel, friends, and kindred all, 

yet I am bound to pray for you, 
Tho' you have brought me unto thrall, 

ten thousand times Fll bid adieu. 88 

' And farewel, love, that could not gain, 

thefloiver affection of thy heart ; 
I hope that we shall meet again, 

tho' for a while loe feel the smart. 

* Although they take my love away, 

yet still they cannot hurt my soul ; 
Sweet Jesus Christ, to thee I pray, 

Lord, forgive my sins most foul ! ' 96 

Then in her hand she took a knife, 

saying, " Farewel, Love, this is for thee ! " 
Which put a period to her life, 

and so she dyed most patiently. 
But when her Father he did hear, 

and this sad news to him did come, 
How he had lost his daughter dear, 

all for the love of the Stable-groom, 104 

He pined and mourned himself away, 

and wisht that hour had never been. 
Her true love he himself did slay 

with a weapon sharp and keen. 

Thus you have heard a Pattern rare, 

for Lovers to take warning by : 
'T is Love brings many to despair, 

and so I end my Tragedy. 108 

Priuted for A. M\_ilbouriie], W. 0\_iilet/'\, T. Thackeray, atthe Aut/el, Buck-Lane. 
[Black-letter. Two woodcuts, p. 173, l, aud p. 78, r. Date, circa 1684.] 


Cbc ^bcpbcrD's (©lorj?. 


" Soveraigue Pan ! thou Gnd of Sheplieards all, 
Which of our tender Lambkins takest keepe ; 
And when our flocks into mischaunce mought fall, 
Doest saue from miscliicfe the unwaric sheepe ; 
Als of their niaistcrs hast no lesse regard, 
Then of the flocks which thou doest watch and ward : 

" I thee beseech (so be thou deign to heare 
Rude Ditties tunde to Shepheard's oaten reede. 
Or if I euer sonnet sung so cleare, 
As it with pleasaunce mought thy fancie feede,) 
Hearken awhile, from thy greene cabinet, 
The lawrell song of careful Colinet.'' ' 

— Spenser's Shepheard's Calendar : December. 

HE Scotch gastronomer, who rightly declared that he found an 
unco lot of promiscuous feeding on a sheep's head, may have been a 
lineal discendant of the anonymous author of this discursive ballad, 
celebrative of the Shepherd's Glory. It tells of Biblical characters 
and incidents, without any sympathy for the Egyptian despisers of 
Shepherd Kings ; leaps backward and forward across the centuries, 
and combines orthodox theology with practical utilitarianism : not 
unrelieved by natural description and " Birds' Harmony." To such 
feathered songsters we come soon in " The Woody Choristers," on 
p. 301, at end of this Group of True-Love Ballads, and the Appendix. 

By Anthony Kytson, and by Abraham Vele, had been printed circa 1550 
" The Parlament of Byrdes," beginning, " This is the parlyament of Byrdes ; " 
in the same metre as our " Birds' Lamentation," p. 305. John Wight about the 
same time piinted the Skeltonic verses, "A proper new Boke of the Armony of 
Byrdes." Of these the forerunner was the Chaucerian " Assemble of Foules " ; 
Avhereof the theme was, like our Woody Choristers' own. Qui bienaimetardoublie. 

Although he adopted the tune, or tunes, of True-Love reicarded 
ivith Loyalti/, and Flora's Farewell, like William Blunden, the 
author of " The Shepherd's Glory" failed to mark that the rhymes 
should be given as in those ballads, alternately. He has made them 
consecutive couplets. Except the duplicate belonging to Earl 
Crawford (from the Jersey Collection), there is no other copy known 
than the Roxburghe exemplar ; of which the date is not likely to be 
earlier than 1672, having been printed for Philip Brooksby. 

%* The ballad-text reads " Three Shepherds came from East so far," which is 
exactly what they did not do. Believing it to be a mistake for " Three Wise 
Men came," we make the necessary alteration [within square bracket, as in- 
variably with interpolations] in the 35th line. And since the curious old 
woodcut belonging to Roxburghe Collection, I. 298, seems to represent the same 
Magi, paying homage to the miraculous star, wherein they behold transfigured 
the face of the infant Messiah, we add the picture on our next page (269). It 
is a curious illusti'ation, and deserves repetition and comment. In the Appendix 
we notice John Tatham's civic pageant of the Cloth- workers, " London's 
Tryumph," 1658. 


[Roxbiirglie Collectiou, II. 428 ; Jersey, II. 121.] 

^ pleasant Sontj 0' tlj' Sf)cpIjErt( Sinam, 
WB,\)a fccti tljEit Jlod^s upon tljc plain : 
TO|)0se ^rms anb ?^onour far out^sijincs 
9E|)e Ccesar's anil great Constant ine's. 

To THE Tune of, Trwe love rewarded ivitk loi/alty ; or, Flora Fareivel. 

[See pp. 66, 260, 268.] 


NOw I am in a merry vein, 
I'le sing about the Shepherd Swain ; 
Who night and day the Fields do keep, 
To wait upon the flocks of Sheep. 

In Hoyal Tombs some of them lye, 
And are of great Antiquity : 
Their Ancientry quite out doth run, 
To Father Adani's second Son, 

270 The Sheplierd's Glonj. 

Who though he was by 's Brother slain, 
Yet first he was a Shepherd Swain ; 
Who did a Lamb to th' Alter bring, 
And made it his burnt-OfFering. 

The Lamb was innocent from harms, 

And thence became the Shepherd's Arms : 

The ignorant do little know 

The Royal Escutcheons they can show. 16 

The next man that i' th' field appears '^uTe'^a'Sne!' 

Was Abraham, with his Ram i' th' briers ; 

But if he lead them in the Hain, 

A Whistle brings them back again. 

And Jacob gain'd the Cherubim, [Genoxh xxxii. 

When th' Angel was o'recome by him ; 

Where like a Prince he did prevail, 

And chang'd his name to Israel. 24 

The Knitter and the Taylor too 
Without the Fleece can little do : 
Were it not for the Shepherd Swain, 
The Wheel and Loom were made in vain. 

And Moses brought the Bush on Fire, 

And joyn'd to Abrahani's Ram i' th' Brier : 

And Judah, Father of the Kings, 

The mighty Couching Lyon brings, 32 

A Bear and Lyon both were slain f^- *'"'"• ^"'- ^'^- | 

When David was a Shepherd swain : 1 

Three [Wise-Men] came from East so far, t^^^p^sos! ' 

Their onely guide the Shepherd's star. 

These were the tydings they did bring, 

To Israel is born a King : 

And David us'd the staff and sling, 

Before that he was JudaKs King. 40 

But when he had Goliah slain, , f^- ^'""- ''^''- •^''• 

He left those Arms to th' shepherd swain ; 
Which in those days were of Renown, 
When Moses spurn'd at PharaoKs Crown ; 

And left the Court, and took the Fields, 

Which braver sport and pleasure yields : 

Which are bestrew'd with pleasant flowers, 

And are bedew'd with Chrystial showers. 48 

Which makes their Beauty to excell, 
And send forth a most fragrant smell : 
Where Nightingales i' th' bushes sing, 
For to salute the early. Spring. 

The ShopheriV^i Glori/. 271 

"Where towering Larks do soar on high, 

In consort, making Melody: 

Where Chanting Birds i' th' woods do sing 

Which makes the hollow Vallies ring. 56 

Where flocks of sheep straight on the dounds, t'-'"- Downs. 

The Shepherds guide, and keep their bounds : 

And lead them into Valleys green. 

Where chrystial streams, the hills between, 

Do trickle down and freely spring, 

Which makes the shepherd swains to sing : 

A Horned sheep a Bell doth ring, 

And guides the rest much like a King. 64 

And from the hot and scorching Sun 
The Groves do shade the flock at Noon : 
The Shepherd with his pipe and Reed 
Makes Melody, while they do feed. 

A Box of Tar, a Dog doth bear. 

Which is for Sheep an Oyntment rare : 

The use whereof all Shepherds know. 

Therefore in vain the Ply doth blow. 72 

Though Frost and snow do pinch with cold. 
The Shepherd will not leave his Fold : 
And carefully his flock doth feed, 
But doth supply what else they need. 

And while the Ews do eat their Hay, 

The Lambs do frisk about and play : 

The Shepherd's pleas'd for to behold 

The Lambs a dancing round the Fold, 80 

None with the Shepherd may compare 
For useful and substantial Ware : 
'Tis with the Fleece that Women Spin, 
And so the Weaving trade comes in. 

Now Shepherd s[wains], I leave you all, 

To Him that doth [guard] and ever shall, 

Who can alone in safety keep. 

The pleasant Shepherds and their Sheep. 88 

Printed for P. JBrookshy, at the Golden Ball, near the Hospital- Gale, 

in West-SmitJifield. 

[In Black-letter. Three woodcuts : two are on p. 28. The third (on p. 314) has 
two Cupids with a Eoyal Crown. Date of Brooksby's issue circu 1673.] 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 110. Probably unique.] 

Cbe Constant Country ^aiti ; 

©r, Ennarrnt Eobc at Icntjtlj Bciiiartirti. 

"Which by these Lines is here set forth in part 
The constant love, that lodfjed in her heart ; 
Which was by no means for to be remov'd, 
Since she ■would venture all for him she lov'd : 
For which he did reward her at the last, 
And made amends for all her Sorrows past. 

Tune of True Love rexvard^d with Loyalty [p. 260]. 

" T70u Country Damsels, fine and gay, which o'r the Meadows trip alonsj, 
X Whilst that the little Lambs do play, come give attention to my Song. 

" I am a simple harmless Maid, being with Sorrow sore opprest. 
The God of Love hath me beti-ay'd, and so deprived me of rest. 

" Wliilst I injoy'd my liberty, and was not bound in Cupid's thrall, 
In floods of sweet prosperity I swam, and took no care at all. 

" But now my poor and tender heart is unto Love a Captive made, 

In sorrow I must bear a part until my Dearest bring me aid. 8 

" When first his person I did view, and to his melting words gave car. 
Each time he did his suit renew, it did rejoyce my heart to hear. 

" His flaxen hair like threds of Gold, his Euby lips and rouling Eyes, 
Amazed me for to behold, and of my heart did make a prize. 

" He is both proper, strait and tall, who did my love at once subdue : 
Compleat in every limb with all, as my poor eyes did find it true. 

" When he appear'd upon the Green, amongst the Youth each Holy-day, 

He was so comely to be seen, that still he bore the Bell away. 16 

" But now his absence makes me mourn, because I know no reason wliy 
That he should leave me here alone, for to bewail my misery. 

" Perhaps he doth it for to try if that my love be firm and true. 
Which he shall find untill I dye, though with disdain he me pursue. 

" For sooner shall the Mother dear her Babe forget that sucks her brest. 
Then he out of my mind shall wear, whom I have always loved best. 

" The winds shall sooner cease to blow, and Starrs their wonted course refrain. 
E'er I will falsify my Vow, untill I see my Love again. 24 

" The Ocean Sea shall break its bound, and moimtains from their places move. 
The coui-se of Nature shall turn round, e'er I forget my dearest Love. 

" No Stranger's suit that I will mind, nor to temptations once give ear, 
Untill my dearest love I find, my sad lamenting heart to chear. 

' ' You Nymphs, who through the woods do stray, take pitty of my grievous moan ; 
Bring back my love Avithout delay, that for no cause is from me gone. 

" Let every gentle Shepherd Swain, which doth his harmless flocks infold. 

Strive for to bring my love again, that I his face may once behold. 32 

" For never shall I rest in peace untill his person I do see ; 
Each day my sorrows will increase, untill he come and pitty me." 

The Northamptonshire Lovers of Old Baps. 


Her Lover, hearing of her plaint, no longer could from tears refrain, 

But from a myrtle-grove he went, to ease her of her grief and pain, ["he came." 

Quoth he, " My Love, I understand thy love is constant, firm, and true ; 
Loe ! here I give thee heart and hand, I'll never change thee for a new." 

These words did much revive her heart, and, hand in hand, away they went, 
Resolving never more to part, hut to injoy their hearts' content. 40 


London, Printed for W. Whitwood, at the Bell in Buck-lane, 
[In Black-letter. Two woodcuts; Cavalier and Lady on p. 63. Date, ciica 1679.] 

Jaques. — " You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted with 
goldsmiths' wives, and conned them out of rings ? " 


-As You Like Lt, Act iii. sc. 2. 

N '* The Northamptonshire Lovers," to the same tune, on next 
page, the young man seems to echo the ballad given, next there- 
atter, on p. 277, " Come turn to me, thou pretty little one, and I 
will turn to thee." But he has other culled phrases, such as " If 
you love me, tell me so!" The maid caps verses with him, and 
quotes, " In my freedom is all my joy." She professes to have a 
scruple about losing a dram. This is in the twentieth line. After 
making her boast, she capitulates on honourable terms : " they went 
to Church with friends' good will, and strait were married out of 
hand ! " In their days, two centuries ago, Malthus had not arisen 
to warn young people against the imprudence of early marriages : our 
ballad-writer declared his own disapproval of long delay in courtship. 

[This woodcut, from Roxb. Coll., III. 482, belongs to our p. 254.] 

VOL. VI. - T 



[Roxburghe Collection, III. 180 ; Tepys, I. 532; Jersey, II. 227.] 

Cbe Jl^ortbamptonsbirc Lowers: 

©r, No OScaltf) can rcmparc unto true 3Lai)e. 

Young men and Maids that delight to hear 
How Lovers Couple, pray draw near ; 
And in this Sonnet you may find 
A fancy that may please your mind. 

To THE Tune of, True Love reioarded with Loyalty^ or. Love's Downfall. 

[See pp. 260 and 265.] Witli Allowance. 

IN Summer time, when leaves are green, and Flora in her rich array, 
With all sorts of flowers so sweet, she had bedeckt the fields so gay : 

I espyed a young man and a maid, a walking in the cool o' th' day ; 
The young man he was not afraid, but these words unto her did say. 


" Oh turn to me, my own Dear heart, and I my self will turn to thee ; 
For thou and I will never part, whilst life and breath remains in me. 

' ' Tliou know'st these long seven years and more we two together have been in love ; 
And I have slackened my desires, only thy passions for to prove. 8 

" But here's my hand, for longer I no further trial here will make,^ 
But love thee till the day I dye, therefore my Bride I mean to take. 

" I have six horses at my Plow, and six more in my Stable stand ; 
And here to thee I make a vow, they all shall be at thy command. 

" Besides, my grounds they are well stockt, for thee to walk in, to and fro ; 
In truth, my Dear, I do not mock, if thou can'st love me, tell me so." 14 


" Tour words, good Sir, are very fair, ten times better than I do deserve ; 
Yet 'tis good for me to have a care, lest you from them should quickly swerve. 

" For young men's tongues, now in these dayes, they are so tipt with words so fair, 
A maiden's beauty they will praise, till they have caught her in a snare. 

" But if yonder Bower was full of gold, and thou could'st give it unto me, 
Until I'm wed, I never would lose one di-am of my Vii'ginity. 20 

T?ie Second Part, to the same tune. 

" Tho' foolish Knacks some maids entice, to yield unto a young man's will ; 
Then leave them in Fools' Paradice, and of repenting they have their fill. 

" For hasty marriage ne'er proves good, so it behoves me to be coy ; 
Altho' I'm young, I understood that in my freedom's all my joy.^ 24 

" So for this time, good Sir, adew ! my Mother she for me doth stay ; 
And when I hear yoiu: heart is true, you then shall hear what I will say. 

1 This late copy mis-prints it as " no longer I no further trial will I make." 
^ We shall come later to the ballad of " The Virtuous Maid's Resolution," 
which holds this burden. In my freedom's all my joy. The tune agrees with 
^ I am a poor and harmless Maid.'' In our text is a misprint, "understand;" 
here corrected, since the rhyme shows that it ought to have been " understood." 

The Northamptonshire Lovers, of Old Days. 275 

" Till then, what ever me betide, let wealth or sorrow come to me, 
Until that I am made a Bride, I never mean to turn to thee." 28 


" But wilt thou be gone, my love and joy, and leave me in this place alone? 
The cherping Bii'ds will cease their notes, to hear me make my grievous moan. 

" The waters, which are here so deep, without a shroud my grave shall be ; 
My body shall the fishes feed, if once you do depart from me. 32 

" Therefore as thou'rt a Virgin pure, and I think thee to be no less. 
Some comfort now to me procure, to ease my grief and heaviness. 

" Be not a talk to other maids, that they behind your back should say, 
' She was so peevish, and so coy, she cast her first true love away.' 

" Then turn to me, my own dear heart, and I my self will turn to thee ; 
For thou and I will never part, whilst life and breath remains in me." 


" I would not for ten thousand Worlds that any friend of mine should say, 
I was so peevish and so coy to cast my dearest love away. 40 

" But where he is I cannot tell, no, nor yet do I know his name ; 

Yet you pretend that you are him, with protestations on the same. [" art." 

" Yet a further trial I will have, ere that the true love's knot I tye ; 
Before I'll match to be a slave, I'd rather by this knife to dye. 

" Tho' some don't look before they leap, I will be wary of such things ; 
For whilst I'm single I live well, but marriage many troubles brings. 

' ' You say you've House, you say you've Land, yet all that does not please my mind, 
Your looks doth shew you dogged are, and will not to a "Wife prove kind. 

' ' Then what will riches profit me, if I have not a quiet life ? 
A Lady that lives discontentedly, she'd better be a Hoggerd's wife." 48 


' ' I can say no less, my only dear, these words are true you tell to me : 

When man and wife do live at strife, be sure no blessing there can be. ["doth." 

" But a loving man of me thou'lt find, as any lives beneath the Sun; 
I ever to thee will prove kind, I'll ne'er think much of what thou'st done. 

' ' My promise I will keep and hold, so long as life remains in me, 
If thou want's' Silver or good Gold, I strait will give it unto thee. 

" Therefore the bargain let us seal with a kiss or two that is so sweet." 

And so much then he did prevail, that lovingly she did him greet. 56 

Now she no longer doth seem coy ; and this is all the yoimg man's song, 
" Now I have gained my love and joy, we will be wedded ere ['t] be long." 

And what he spoke he did fulfil, so far as I do understand. 

They went to Church with friends' good will, and strait was married out of hand. 

Thus all young Lovers they may learn, where ever they do go or come ; 
Young men, if once a bargain you make, be sure that you do strike it home. 

For long delay does ne'er prove good ; a modest and a civU Girl, 

Tho' she is poor and thou art rich, yet love outpasses Gold or Pearl. 64 

Printed for F. Colcs^ T. Vere, J. Wright, and /. Clark. 

[Black-letter. Two woodcuts : man on p. 195, woman on p. 181. Date, circa 1674.] 


Come Curn to me, tfiou Prettp Little £Dne» 


' ' Immortal Lovers, smile, and run your happy races ! 
Possess the pleasinjr toil of languishing embraces ! 
Let zealots prate of joys above, they know not how or where, 
"We know a Paradise in Love, and take no farther care." 

— Neiv Collection of Songs by Tom D' Urfey, 16S3. 

HE following ballad is No. 194 in Wm. Thackeray's Stock-list 
of Ballads (given by us at the end of Introduction to Bagford Ballads, 
pp. Lxx, Lxxvii). To the tune here identified were sung these : — 

1. The Slighted Maid; or, the Pining Lover. (Roxburghe Coll., 
II. 423.) Begins, "Was ever Maiden so scorn'd, by one that she 
lov'd 60 dear?" Tune of, I prithee, Love, item to me. 

2. — The English Sea-man's Kesolution ; or, The Loyal Subject's 
Undaunted Valour (before August, 1682) : it begins, " I am an un- 
daunted Sea-man, and for King Charles I will fight " (Euing Coll., 
No. 106) ; to the tune of I prethee, Love, turn to me ; or. When this 
old Cap was new. The latter name gives the first line of Martin 
Parker's ballad of " Time's Alteration " (reprinted in Roxburghe 
Ballads, ii. 581); whereof the tune is declared to be Fie nere be 
drunk again (belonging to "The lleformcd Drinker," for which 
seep. 317); and this tune agreed with Old Sir Simon the King, 
otherwise Hey ding a ding ! which was already 'ancient' in 1575, 
the date of Laneham's Letter about Kenilworth revels. Tune also 
cited as such a Rogtie would be hang^l, and as Ragged and tome 
and true. Martin Parker advertised his own ware, when re-naming 
the tune, for it is his own ballad of " ^Yell met. Neighbour!" 
beginning, "Whither away, good neighbour?'' that holds the 
burden of such a Rogue tvould be hang^l ! {^Roxb. Bds., iii. 99.) It 
again is marked to be sung to the tune of Ragged and tome and 
true: which begins, "I am a poor man, God knowes," sung to the 
tune of Old Sir Simon the King, " In a humour I was of late, as 
many good fellows may be," given by Mr. Wm. Chappell in his 
Popular Music of the Olden Time, p. 264. He identifies the same 
tune under aliases of TJie Golden Age (which is Tom D'Urfey's 
Newmarket Song of 1682, reprinted by us in Roxburghe Ballads, 
V. 144) ; and Round about our coal-fire, a country-dance tune. 
Additionally, we have ourselves identified it under the name of 
All Trades (see Roxburghe Ballads, iv. pp. 65, 66, 70). 

3. — Wit bought at a dear Rate: "If all the world my mind 
did know." Tune of, Turn, Love, I prithee. Love, turn to me. To 
be given in second Good-Fellows Group (Roxb. Coll., II. 520). 

4. — The Old Man's Complaint ; or, The Unequal Matcht Couple. 
Tune of, I prethee, Love, turn to me. Begins, " ! what a pitiful 
passion it is to be sick for Love " (Roxb. Coll., III. 196j. 


[Rox. III. 140 ; Pepys, III. 226 ; Jersey, I. 236 ; Huth, I. 33 ; C. 22, e. 2,f. 37.] 

Come turn to mee, tbou prettp little one; 
ano I toill turn to tbee. 

To A PLEASANT NEW TuNE. [See p. 276.] 

SWeet, if thou wilt be 
As I am to thee, 
Then by Cupid'' s Mother, 
I have vow'd to have 

none other she : 
Theti turn to me, thou pretty little one, 
And I tvill turn to thee. 8 

" Those bright eyes of thine 
Which so dazzle mine. 
Like the stars of Heaven, 
Which do keep their even 

course and shine : 
Then let us in conjunction meet 

and both our loves combine. ' 1 6 

" If that lovely Face 
Will to mine give place. 
That with love's devotion 
We may use the motion 

of imbrace : 
Then sit thee down, my pretty little one, 

and let us love a space. 24 

" What hurt is in this. 
For to take a kisse? 

If it may be granted ; 
I that long have wanted 

such a blisse : 
Then be not sparing of a few, 

whereas such plenty is. 


"If thy breasts do pant 
For the milk they want. 
Every Hill and Mountain 
To supply each Fountain, 

be not scant : 
Then give to me thy lilly white hand, 

and I thee mine will grant. 40 

"If so be that I 
May but thee come nigh. 
The Vine and Elm shall never 
Joyn more close together 

than will I. 
Then shew thy fruits, my amorous joy, 

and I'le with love supply. 48 

1 Possibly this was the line mocked on p. 212 ; with "middles : " but cf. 214. 


Come turn to me, tltou pretty Little One. 

' ' If that thou dost crave 
Silks and Garments brave, 
Or what rich attyre 
Could thy heart desire 

to receive : 
Declare to me, thou pretty little one, 

thou canst but ask and have. 56 

" From the Indies far, 
Wliere rich Jewels are. 
I will brinj^ thee treasure 
Far beyond all measure 

and compare : 
Then be not coy, my pretty little one, 

for I no cost will spare. 64 

" Sweet -heart, for thy sake, 

I will never make 
Choice of any other ; 
Then by Cupid's Mother, 

freely speak : 
It's at thy choice, ray dearest Love, 

either to leave or take." 72 

" T, Thy Maryi^old, [She replies.] 

X Wrapt iu many fold. 
Like the golden Clyent, 
To the Sun supplient, 

shew it's gold: 
Display the beams, my glorious Sun, 

and I'le to thee unfold." 80 

" Those bright locks of hair [Ue sifiys.] 
Spreading o're each ear, 
Every crisp and curie, 
Far more rich then pearl, 

doth appear : 
Then be thou constant in thy love, 

and 1 will be thy Dear. 88 

London, Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood. 
[Black-letter. Three cuts : 1st, on p. 277 ; others on p. 288. Date, before 1682.] 

" Till I have possest 
Thee whom I love best, 
I have vow'd for ever 
In thy absence never 

to take rest : 
Deny mee not, thou pretty little one, 

In whom my hopes are blest." 96 

" If a kisse or two [She rep/us. 

Can thee a favour do, 
Were it more then twenty, 
Love 's iudu'd with plenty ; 

Lovers know : 
For thy sweet sake a thousand take, 

for that 's the way to wooe. 104 

** It doth grieve my heart 
From thee for to part ; 
It is to me more pleasant 
Ever to be present 

where thou art : 
Yet in the absence of a friend, 

my love shall never start. 112 

" As to me tliou art kind, 
Duty shall mee biud 
Ever to obey thee, 
Ileason so doth sway mee 

to thy miiul : 
Thou hast my heart whore e' re thou art, 

although I stay behind. 120 

" In thy bed or bark, 
I will be thy mark ; 
Couples yet more loving 
Never had their moving 

from the Ark : 
Welcome to mee, my onely joy, 

all times be it light or dark." 128 



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[This cut belongs to p. 204. J 



Clje Oaliant Commantiet'0 Lanj?* 

" A man of many cares new taken up, 

To whom there's nothing more can come in life 

But what is serious and solicitous : 

One who betakes him to his nuptial bed, 

His thoughts still busy with the watch and ward. 

And if his love breathe louder than her wont, 

Starts from his sleep, and thinks the bells ring backwards : 

A man begirt with eighty thousand swords. 

Scarce knowing which are in the hands of friends 

And which against him : such a sort of man 

Thy lover is — his fate for life or death 

Link'd to a cause which some deem desperate." 

— H. Taylor's Fhilip van Artevelde, ii. 3. 

OR many reasons this is an important and interesting ballad, of 
which we know six copies extant, two being in the British Museum, 
our Roxburghe exemplar, and C. 22. e. 2. fol. 200. 

First : — It is a Civil- War Ballad, connected with the beleaguering 
of Chester by the Parliamentary soldiers in 1644-45 : the valiant 
Commander being a loyal Cavalier, not only surrounded but hemmed 
in by the rebels. "We might have postponed republication, until 
we include it in our forthcoming work, Ballads of the Civil- War, 
Commonwealth, and Restoration, vol. ii., were it not for the present 
convenience of having it among these True-Love Ballads. 

Second: — It is one of the few instances where a Husband writes 
or speaks as enthusiastically about his wife (before she has died and 
become his "sainted Maria!" or "never sufficiently- appreciated 
Jeanie," at Chelsea,) as a Lover does of his Mistress. 

Third: — It is one of the 301 ballads kept in stock by William 
Thackeray, about April, 1685, being No. 175 of the List, reprinted 
by us at end of Introduction to Bagford Ballads (from the rare, or 
unique, specimen, preserved in Bagford's own Collection, II. fol. 2). 
See pp. 276, 283, of the present volume vi. At the latter place we 
identify three of the hitherto-unclaimed dividends ; leaving only 
other three to be sought elsewhere. These are. 

No. 127. — Jenny, ray Handmaid. 

No, 187. — Bacon and Beans. 

No. 229. — The Love in Joy my Heart. 

Having established this much, that out of the 301 Ballads held in stock by 
Thackeray, circa May, 1685, there are certainly 298 still extant, although in 
many cases only a single exemplar is known, ive do not despair of finding the lant 
three truants. We now issue "a Cancel Leaf," and hereafter may reprint in 
extenso an amended and completed reprint of the liist, in our General Introduction 
to the lioxburghe Ballads, accompanying the Gtneial Index. 

280 The Valiant Commander'' s Lady, at Chester. 

Fourth : — The involved history of the tune. 

It is appointed to be sung to a new northern tune [i.e. one used in the North - 
country, which means England North of the Humber, and generally including 
the Scottish Lowlands — in other words, the ancient Kingdom of Northumbria). 
This special new Northern tune is to be known by the name of the ballad's own 
burden, ^ I ivould give ten thousand pounds thou ivert in Shrewsburi/.' Lastly, an 
alternative tune, or tune-name, is given, which is Ned Smith. (See Note below.) 
But both these designations refer to one and the same tune, which had been 
formerly used for the ballad (soon to be here reprinted) entitled " Sir Richard 
Whittington's Advancement," beginning, " Ilere must I toll the Praise of worthy 
Whittington." This Whittington ballad is one of Richard Johnson's writings, 
1605. It reappeared in the 1612 edition of his Croivn Garland of Go/den Moses 
(reprinted in July, 1842, under the editorship of Mr. William Chappell, No. 23, 
vol. vi. p. 20, of the Percy Society's excellent series : It had been previously, 
in 1841, inserted in vol. i. p. 5, in C. Mackay's less satisfactorily-edited pamplilet. 
No. 2, devoted to Songs of the London Apprentices). The Whittington ballad, 
of our Legendary and Historical Group, is marked to be sung to the tune of 
' Daintie, come thou to me.' 

When we travel back to " A new Northern Jigge, called Daintie, come thou to 
me ! " we have reached the source of the stream. No earlier name is forthcoming, 
and its confirmation as a "Northern" lively or " Jigg " tune is satisfactory. 
In lloxb. Coll., I. 204, is preserved the probably-unique original. It begins thus : 

Wilt thou forsake mee thus, and leave me in misery ? 
And I gave my hand to thee oncly with thee to die ! 
Cast no care to thy heart, from thee 1 tvill not flee ; 
Lit them all sag what they will ; Dainty, come thou to me ! 
It was "printed for the assignes of Thomas Synicocke," and forms the con- 
cluding ditty of 'My. William Chappell's vol. ii. of Roxburghe Ballads, p. 629. 
He gives the music (with tirst verse of the Whittington ballad) in ropular Music 
of the Olden Time, 1855, p. 517. 

In the Stationers' Company's Registers, B. fol. 269, 5th January, 169", there 
was entered to William Wright "a newe Northerne Jigge:" which we here 
identify as " Daintie, come thou to me ! " 

*^* Ned Smith lay in the jail at Bedford, and was hanged, in the reign of James 
the First, certainly some time before December, 1024, when a ballad on his 
approaching execution was sufficiently popular to be formally transferred to 
Cuthbert Wright. It was appointed to be sung to the already-mentioned tune 
of Daintie, come thou to me! "I am a prisoner poore, opprest with miserie : " 
It has been reprinted among these Roxburghe Ballads, in vol. ii. p. 405 (being 
in Rox. Coll., I. 367). The full title of the ballad is, " The Wofull Lamentation 
of Edivard Smith, a poor Prisoner in the Jayle at Bedford, which he wrote a 
short time before his death." The Roxburghe copy was printed for the Assigns 
of Thomas Symcocke (loosely dating between 1613 and 1633) ; but the single 
Pepysian exemplar (Pepys Coll., I. 59) was published by Cuthbert Wright, to 
whom the ballad-property had been transferred, December 14, 1624, as registered 
by the Stationers' Company. How much earlier than 1624 the original was 
issued is not yet ascertained , but probably not many years. 

*^* On p. 359, before Naval Ballads, we give another celebration of Shrewsbury's 
fair town. It is the often-cited, but now little-known, " Shrewsbury for me ! " 


[Roxb. III. 220 ; Jersey, I. 232 , Tepys, II. 208 ; Euing, 367; Huth, II. 131.] 

Cl)e tjaliant Commander tuitl) l)is 
resolute Jlatip, 

^ hxizt 'QmovLxm of a ComtnantiEr halt}, 
SMljo i)ati a Mifc iuag toortfj ijcr $ii£igfjt m golb ; 
Sijce btabclg fourjljt to satie tjer f^usbanti's life : 
3Let all men jiibgc, toas not tljt's a baliant M^ife ? 

To A NEW NoKTHERN TuNE, CALLED, / tvould givs ten thousand 
pounds shee ivas in tShrewsbury ; Ok, Ned Smith. (See p. 280,) 

[This oval cut belongs to p. 294.] 

GAUants, come list a while, a story I will tell, 
Of a Commander bold, and what to him befell. 
He was besiedged round, in Chester City fair, 
His Lady being with him, which fil'd his heart with care. 
This unto her he said, " Dearest, come thou to mee, 
I ivould give ten thousand jjomids thou ivert in Shrewshury .' ' 12 

282 The Valiant Commander's Ladi/, at Chester. 

" my own heart's delight, my joy and turtle Dove, 
More dear than my own life, Heavens know I do thee love. 
Those beautious looks of thine my sences set on fire, 
Yea, though I love thee well, thy absence I desire ; 
T/n's makes me sigh, and say, 'Dearest, come thou to mee, 
\_I would give ten thousand Pounds thouwert in Shrewsbury !] 24 

" Thy red-coloured cheeks and thy bright shining eye 
Makes me alwayes inflam'd with thy sweete company. 
Thy breath smells far more rare than doth sweet frankincense. 
And yet for all these fumes, I wish thee farther hence : 
This makes me sigh and say, [' Dearest, come thou to mee, 
I would give ten thousand Pounds thou wert in Shrewsbury.] 36 

" Look how my Unkle stands, I dare not him come near, 
Because I love the King, and am a Cavalier ; 
Yet for my Lady and her son, m)- heart doth bleed for thee ; 
I would give ten thousand pound they were in Shrewsbury : 
They ivere in Shrewsbury, some comfort for to find, 
Amongst the Cavaliers to ease a troubled mind. 48 

" My heart bleeds in my breast for my fair Ladie's sake, 
And how to save her life I know no course to take : 
Hark ! how the Drums do beat, and warlike Trumpets sound ; 
See how the Musqucteers have now begirt us round : 
The Souldiers they cry out, 'Kill, Kill ! no quarter give! ' 
"What hopes then can I have that my true love should live ? " CO 

Wqz .Second ^art : to the same Tune. [See j\ro<e, p. 283. 

WHen he thus spoken had, his Lady he forsook, 
And with a manly heart his sword in hand he took : 
" Farewell, my Lady dear, now will I bandy blows, 
And fight myself to death amongst my desperate foes. 
Dearest, farewell ! from mee ; dearest, farewell from mee ! 
I would give ten thousand pound thou wert in Shrewsbury! " 72 

His Lady seeing then the danger they were in, 
She like a Souldier bold nobly then did begin : 
" My trusty Love," quoth she, " since thou so valiant art, 
What e're becomes of me, stoutly I'le take thy part : 
Dearest, cast care away ! let kisses comfort thee ! 
Thou and Pie ne'er depart ! Pie live and dye with thee ! 84 

" Put mee on man's attire, give mee a Souldier's coat, 
I'le make King Charles's foes quickly to change their note. 
Cock your match, prim[e] your pan, let piercing bullets fly ! 
I do not care a jiin, whether I live or dye. 
Dearest, cast care away ! let kisses comfort thee ! 
Thou and Pie ne'er depart ! Pie live and die with thee ! " 96 

The Valiant Commander's Lady, at Chester. 283 

She took a Musquet then, and a sword by her side, 
In disguise like a man, her valour so she tride ; 
And with, her true love she marcht forth couragiously. 
And made a way with speed quite through the enemy. 
^^ Dearest, cast care aioay ! let kisses comfort thee ! 
Thou and Fie ne'er depart ! Fie live and dye loith thee ! " 108 

Their Souldiers brave and bold behav'd themselves so well, 
That all the Northern parts of their deserts can tell ; 
Thus have you heard the news of a most valiant wight. 
And of his Lady brave, how stoutly they did fight. 
*' Fear est, cast care aivay ! let kisses comfort thee! 
Thou and Fie ne'er depart ! Wee two loill still agree ! " 120 


[Roxburghe copy, "White-letter, n.p.n. ; Pepys and Jersey "printed for F. Coles, 
T. Vere, "Wright, Clarke, Thackeray and Passenger." Four woodcuts: 1st, 
man, Eoxb. Ballads, iii. 302, Left ; 3rd (Lady " in man's attire ") on p. 281 ; 
2nd, our new cut of a woman, on p. 171 ; and 4th, the woman on our p. 178, 
Eight. Date of original, while Chester was held by the Eoyal troops, and 
before Shrewsbury was given up early in February, 164*.] 

^ The Commander, in beleaguered Chester, wishes that his lady were sheltered at 
Shrewsbury, while it remained loyal and protected. But Shrewsbury gi-ew tired 
of "requisitions," and the townspeople betrayed it to the Parliamentarians, the 
garrison made terms for themselves, leaving the Irish to their fate, which was to 
be mercilessly hanged by the rebels. This was in February, 164*. 

*^* "We had occasion, on pp. 263, 276, 279, to mention the important trade 
List of Win. Thackeray' s 301 BlacJc-lHter Balladfi, which we reprinted, identifying 
most of them (at the end of Introduction to our Bagford Ballads, pp. lxx, etc.), 
and in the Amanda Group of Bagford Poems, pp. *o35 and *536, giving additions 
of further identifications, so that only six remained hidden, lost or strayed. Of 
these six we have since found three (leaving three to be sought, see p. 279), viz. 

No. 165. — With a hali, hah, hah ! you will undo me. This is 
= " Love's Victory Obtain'd." 
Begins, " "Walking in a pleasant Garden." {Pepys Coll., II. 32.) 

No. 175. — I would give [ten] thousand pound thou wert in 
Shrewsbury ■=^The Valiant Commander, etc. (our p. 281). 
Begins, " Gallants, come list awhile." {Roxb. Coll., III. 220.) 

No. 203.— iV<?// and Rarry=]S[elli/h Constancy. ( Cf. p. 27, No. 6.) 
Begins, " I lov'd you dearly, I lov'd you well." {Pepys Coll., "V. 217.) 

To this ballad (a unique copy), with Harry's Reply (also unique, recently found 
in the Osterley Park Collection, III. 42), beginning "Fair Maid, you say you 
lov'd me well, and I believe it, honest Nell," we return in the Naval Group. We 
also give (from Neptune's Fair Garland, dated 1686) "A new soi\g oi Nelhfs 
Sorrow at the Parting with her beloved Henry, that was just ready to set sail to 
sea " To the tune of My dearest Lore and I must part ; or, Ln Summer time. 
The three ballads are in close connection, and this " New Song," re-issued or pre- 
dated in 1686, may have been the special " Nell and Harry" of Thackeray's List. 
Although not a Love-ballad, we add " A Soldier's Repentance " on next page. 


[Uoxbiirghe Collection, III. 190 ; Pepys, I. 465; Wood, 401, fol. 59.] 

a pleasant ^ong: mane tip a ^ouIDier, tof) 

fcrtnrjt'ng up Ijati faccn tiaintg : anti partio bg tfjosc affections of 
iji's xmbn'tilcti goutl^ is iioto bf atcn fcoitij Ijis o'lun rol3 ; antf tljctc= 
fore tcrmctlj tfjis i)t3 Bcpnttancc, or, tlje Jail of Jollg. 

To AN EXCELLENT TuXE, CALLED, Call HO [Coitore W<tJ.' 

IN Summer time, when Phoebus^ rayes 
Did cheer each mortal! man's delight, 
Increasing of the cheertull dayes, 

and cutting of[f J the darksome nights : 
When Nature brought forth every thing, 
By just return of April showers. 
To make the pleasant Branches spring, 

with suncky sorts of herbs and llowers : 8 

It was my chance to walk abroad. 
To view Dame Nature's new-come brood; 
The pretty Birds did lay on load, 

with sugrcd tunes in every wood : 
The gallant Nightingale did set ['-/. pp. 302, 3(i9. 

Her speckled brest against a Bryer, 
Whose mournfuU tunes bewail (as yet) 

her brother Terens" false desire. {Cf Odd. Met., Lib. vi.] ] i; 

The Serpents, baveing cast their coats. 
Lay listning how the Birds did sing, 
The pretty I3irds with sngred notes, 

did welcome in the pleasant spring. 
I drew me to the Green-wood side, 
To hear this Country harmony. 
Whereas er'e long I had espy'd 

a wofuU man in misery. 24 

He lay along upon the ground. 
And to the Heavens he cast his eye ; 
The bordering Hills and Dales resound 

the eccho's of his piteous cry : 
He wailing sore, and sighing, said, 
" Oh, Heavens ! what endlesse grief have I I 
Why are my sorrows thus delaid ':* 

come, therefore, Death, and let me die. 32 

" When Nature first had made my frame, 
And set me loose when she had done, 
Steps Fortrme in, that fickle Dame, 

to end what Nature had begun : 
She set my feet upon her knee, 
And blest my tender age with store, 
But in the end she did agree 

to mar what she had made before. 40 

1 Calen o castore me is quoted by Pistol, in Henry V. Act iv. so. 4. This so- 
called Irish tune is in Queen Elizabeth's Virginal-Book, No. 157, on p. 277, 
arranged by William Byrd. It was given in Playford's Musical Companion, 1673, 
and also printed by Mr. Chappell in his Popular Music, p. 993. It is the tune 
and burden of "A Sonnet of a Lover," in " A Handfull of Pleasant Bclites," 
1584 : " When as I view your comly grace, Calen o ciisture me,'^ etc. The Sonnet 
had been entered to J. Aldee in the Stationers' Registers, 10th March, 1581-2. 

A pleasant Song made hy a SoukUer : Ms Ee2)entance. 285 

" I could no sooner creep alone, 
But she forsook her fostered child, 
1 had no lands to live upon, 

but trac'd abroad the world so wild. 44 

" At length I fell in company 

With gallant Youths of Ifars his train, 
I spent my life in jeopardy, 

and got my labour tor my pain ; 
I watched on the sieged walls, 
In thunder, lightning, rain and snow. 
And oft being shot with poudred Balls, 

whose costly markes are yet to show. 52 

' ' When all my kindred took their rest 
At home in many a stately Bed, 
The ground and pavement was my nest ; 

my Flask a pillow for my head : 
My meat was such as I could get. 
Of Eoots and Herbs of sundry sort, 
Which did content my hungry mind, 

although my commons were but short. 60 

" My powder serv'd to salt my meat, 
My Murrion for a guilded Cup, [Morion. 

Whereas such drink as I could get 

in Spring or Ditch I drank it up ; 
My Rapier alwayes by my side, 
My Piece lay eharg'd with match and light : 
Thus many a month I did abide, 

to ward all day, and watch by night. 68 

" I lived in this glorious vain, 
Untill my limbs grew stiff and lame ; 
And thus I got me home again, 

regarding no such costly fame. 
When I came home, I made a proof, 
What friends would do if need should be ; 
My nearest kinsfolks lookt aloof, 

as though they had forgotten me. 7G 

" And as the Owl by chattering charmes 
Is wondred at of other Birds, 
So they came wondring at my harmes, 

and yeeld me no relief but words. 
Thus do I want, while they have store, 
That am tlieir equall every way : 
Though Fortune lent them somwhat more, 

else had I been as good as they. 84 

" Come, gentle Death, and end my grief ! 
Ye pretty Birds, ring forth my knell ! 
Let Roh'm red-breast be the chief, 

to bury me, and so farewell. 
Let no good Souldier be dismaid, [N.B. vide infra, Tune. 

To fight in Field with courage bold, 
Yet marke the words that I have said : 

trust not to friends when thou art old." [By T. Stride, c. 1590.] 

[No publisher's name in Eo:iburghe copy. Pepysian has ^^ London, printed 

for John Wright ; " Wood's printed for F. Coles, etc. One woodcut, as on p. 66 

(man). Date of original, April 24, 1588, entered to Richard Jones, in Stat. Reg., 

ii. 488 : transferred, iv. 93, on 14 Dec, 1624. See Introduction,^, xxv, on T.aS'.] 


[Roxb. Coll., II. 250 ; Jersey, I. 51 ; Tepys, III. 216 ; C. 22. e. 2, fol. 14.] 

Z i^attern of 3Lol3e ; 

£)r, ^5c faitUiil tloticrij tocU met* 

Here's Love for Love you may behold, 
And true love better is than Gold : 
For if my Song you Avell do mind, 
Patterns of true love here you'l find. 

This may be Printed, R[ichard] P[ocock]. 

To THE Tune of [^Uark ! I hear] the Cannons Rore. [See Note, below.] 


" /^Ome and help me to complain, 
\J E'er my heart doth break with pain, 
My love unkind doth me disdain, 

"Which doth increase my passion : 
His person it is so compleat, 
All Females do delight to see 't. 
And stand amaz'd when him they meet, 

The flower of all the Nation. 

We have already printed Tom D'Urfey's " Carouse to the Emperor, the Eoyal 
Pole" [John Sobieski], and the much-wronged Buke of Lorraine, in vol. v. p. 
366. It was origiQally sung at the Theati-es. Music in the Dancing-Master, 
1686 edition, p. 203, under the title of Vienna; the song referring to the 
successful raising of the Siege of Vienna in September, 1683. 

The two other woodcuts of present ballad were given in our vol. iv. p. 454. 

A Pattern of Love ; or, Faithful Lovers well met. 287 

" Tie is so rare in every part, 
So full of vertue and desert, 
That he did quickly win my heart, 

And made such alteration : 
That all my comfurts soon were gone, 
And him alone I doted on, 
Yea, night and day I think upon , 

Thefloiver of all the Nation. 16 

" Thus languishing in Bed all night, 
And thinking on my heart's delight, 
As if he had been in my sight, 
Such was Love's operation ; 

I wrung my hands and tore my hair, 
And almost fell into dispair. 
Because my dearest was not there, 

The flower of all the Nation. 24 

*' I often stretched forth my arms. 
And wilh a kind of seeming Charms, 
I strove to keep him from all harms, 
By Cupid's strong perswasion ; 
Then in a moment I did cry, 
* come, my Love, or else I dye, 
Wanting thy precious company, 

I love best in the Nation."' 32 

Now while she made this grievous moan t" ^°i"-" 

For her beloved dearest one, 

He was hard by, to her unknown. 

And near her kept his station ; 
At last he blushing to her came, 
Which set the Damsel on a flame, 
'Cause she against him did exclaim, 

She lov^d best in the Nation. 40 

"Don't complain, my dearest Dear, 
For I, thy heart's delight, am here. 
And come to banish all thy fear, 

Then do no more torment thee ; 
For I will work both night and day. 
To keep my true love fine and gay, 
Then all the world will surely say, 

I strive for to content thee ! 48 

" Nothing shall be too dear for thee, 
If it for Gold may purchas'd be. 
For since thou hast made choice of me, 
Thou need'st not to repent thee ; 

288 A Pattern of Love ; or, Faithful Lovers well met. 

Thy Beauty I most highly praise, 

I will be kind to thee always, 

And thou shalt see brave Golden days. 

Let this, my love, content thee ! 56 

"And wheresoever I do go, 
The world shall all thy Vertues know. 
And I'le set forth thy praises so 

That nothing shall torment thee ; 
I'le write Encomiums on thy Name, 
And spread them on the Wings of fame, 
Tlien do no more thy true love blame. 

That strives for to content thee! fi4 

" I'le truly keep my Nuptial Vows, 
As Law and lleason both allows, 
And be so careful of my Spouse, 

That nothing shall torment thee ; 
I'le feast mine eyes with thy dear sight, 
And in thy company delight. 
Yea, never leave thee day nor night. 

My Bear, let this content thee! 72 

"Unto the Church straightway we'l go. 
And to the world will plainly show 
The faithful love to thee I owe ; 

Then do not thou torment thee : 
According to thy just Desert, 
I'le change with thee my love-sick heart, 
Till cruel death our loves shall part: 

My Dear, let this content thee ! " 80 

[Publisher's name cut off from Roxburghe copy ; Pepysian and Case 22 bear 
the Colophon, printed for /. Blare at the Looking-Glass on London- Bridge. 
Four woodcuts, see p. 286. Date, probably, 1685.] 

[The centre cut belongs to p. 180 ; the side-cuts to p. 278.] 




iLotJe's Cgrannic Conquest* 

" Cnpid once, when weary grown 
With women's errants, laid him down, 
On a refreshing rosie bed ; 
The same sweet covert harboured 
A Bee, and as she always had 
A quarrel with Love's idle trade, 
Stings the soft Boy : Pains and strong fears 
Straight melt him into cries and tears : 
As wings and feet would let each other, 
Home he hastens to his Mother. 
There on her knees he hangs his head, 
And cries, ' Oh, Mother ! I am dead. 
An ugly creature call'd a Bee — Oh see, 
I swell ! — has murther'd me.' 
Veinis with smiles reply'd, ' Sir ! 
Does a Bee's sting make all this stir ? 
Think what pains attends those darts 
Wherewith thou still hast wounded hearts ! 
E'en let it smart, pei'chauce that then 
Thou'lt learn more pity towards men." 

— Song, set by Pelham Humphrey, before 1671. 

HE tune named for the following ballad is Blush not redder than 
the morning. This tune belonged to the year 1679; the original 
song, an Epithalaraium, having been written by Nat Lee for his 
" Cajsar Borgia," Act iv. scene 1, with music composed by Thomas 
Farmer: printed in John Play ford's Choice Ay res, Book iii. p. 10, 
and issued in November the same year. Also in Pills to Purge 
Melancholy, vi. 195. The words alone are in Wit and Drollery, 
late edition, 1682, p. 308. At once seized on, and lengthened into 
a broadside ballad, it reappeared under the title of " The Virgin's 
Happiness ; or, Love in Triumph." A copy is extant (Douce Coll., 
II. 237), printed for Philip Brooksby. Here is Lee's original 
Epithalamium, sung at the nuptials of Bellamira and Caesar Borgia : 

21^0 BElIamira. 

BLush not redder than the morning, tho' the Virgins give you warning ! 
Sigh not at the chance befell you, tho' they smile and dare not tell you. 

Maids, like Turtles, love the cooing, bill and murmur in their wooing ; 
Thus like you they start and tremble, and their troubled Joys dissemble. 

Grasp the Pleasure while 't is coming, tho' your Beauties are in blooming ; 
Time at last your joys will sever, and they'll part, they'll part for ever. 

(By Nat. Lee, 1679.) 

The second half of each stanza was repeated in the singing ; as also 
in the case of " Love's Tyrannic Conquest." Al. lect., " Least old 
Time your joys do sever, Ah ! then they part, they part for ever." 



[Roxburghe Collection, II. 280; Bagford Coll., II. 168; III. 86. J 

%.oWS Cprannicft Conquest. 

Love and Beauty have such power, 
Sometimes joyes they do devour; 
And those that of their power are tasting, 
Sighing dayly, still are wasting. 

Tune of, Blush wo[^] redder than the morning. [Sec p. 289.] 

" riUPIB, leave thy Tyrannizing ! 

Thou art still new pains devising, 
Pains too great to be endured, 
Past all hopes for to be cared : 
Pains too great to he e7idured, 
Past all hopes for to be cured. 

" Take some pitty of my anguish, 
Mind but how I sigh and languish. 

^Tis 1/our frowtis my ruine tell me, ) 

And what fate by Love befell me. ) '''"'" 12 

" 'Twas the charms of conquering Ecauty 
That compcl'd me to this duty, 

Which so strangely doth enslave me, 
That of sence it doth bereave me. 

" 'Tis a most exceeding pitty 
You should be so fair and pretty, 
Yet so cruel to undoe me, 
And not send one smile unto me. 

" Here I perish with desire, 
Burning in an endless fire. 

Sighing Mice one discontented, 
Unregarded, unlamented. 

" Could I tell thee how I love thee. 
And respect thee, none above thee, 

T7ioti would'st count my tongue too lav 
So ivith charms thy heart to ravish. 

' ' Never was a soul so wounded 
By a reason so confounded 
As to cover its otvn ruine, 
Hugging ivhat is its undoing. 

" But, alass ! it sore doth grieve me 
That mine eyes should so deceive me, 
Thus to bring me to a Fetter, 
Love's a chain, and His no better. j nfy"". ^g 





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Loves Tyrannic Conquest. 


" You that are with joyes surrounded 
Pitty rae with love so wounded, 

That I know not hoio to ease me, 
Nothing else but death can please me." 

"When the Nymph heard him complaining, 
Of his passion strongly reigning, 

She was mov'd with grief to hear him, 
And resolved to get near him. 

With a sigh and mournful wishes, 
She bestow'd on him some kisses, 

"llourn no more,^' quoth she, "for ever 
Thee to please Twill endeavour. 

" She of whom thou stood'st in fear on, 
Now will prove thy only dear one ; 

Tn my arms I will embrace thee, ) 

In my hosome I will place thee. ) 

" It wounds my soul that I should grieve thee, 
Now I vow I ne'r will leave thee ; 

Then, my dearest, do not doubt me. 
For I canyiot live ivithout thee." 








Printed for C. ITussey, at the Floiver-de-luce, in Little- Br ittain. 

[In Black-letter, with Music, and four woodcuts. The first two are heads, a 
Cavalier's and a Lady's, from Civil-War ballads of Charles I.'s time, given 
already on p. 185. The next holds four small Masqueraders' figures, one 
being a Queen, or Maid-Marion : given in our Contents, p. xvi. Lastly, the 
Angel with a long sword, as on p. 142, Eight. Date of ballad, circa 1680.] 

:. M*M»««IM«IMMUiv . 

[ This cut belongs to p. 352, the third mentioned.] 


a Crial of Cruc ILotJC. 

All the flatteries of Fate, and the ;2:lories of State, 
Are uothins; so sweet as what Love doth create ; 
If Love you deny, 't is time I should die : 
Kind Death 's a reprieve when you tlireaten to hate. 

In some shady Grove will I wander and rove. 
With Philomel and the disconsolate Dove ; 
With a down-hangincr wiufr they mournfully sing 
Tlie tragic events of Unfortunate Love. 

With our plaints we'll conspire to heighten Love's fire, 

Still languish in life, till at last I expire : 

But when I am dead, in a cold leafy bed 

Be interr'd with the dirge of tliis desolate Quire." 

— A Song, in Wi-slminster-Lrolkry, Part 1st, 1G71. 

FT EN" among ballad-tunes appears the name of one as " The 
flatteries of Fate,^^ but of any broadside ballad, originating the title, 
we have not yet met a copy ; although we doubt not that such a 
one was published, about 1671, and not impi'obably it was named 
" Unfortunate Love." AVe are not left in doubt what tbe true 
reading is, viz. " All the Jtatteries of Fate,''^ since we found it when 
editing those delightful soiig-books The Westminster-Drolleries of 
1671 and 1672, for worthy Robert Roberts of Boston, Lincolnshire. 
We have given the original song, at the top of this page. As 
they say in "Love and Honesty" (p. 56) "What 's here to do? 
a pretty Jl/or/e-ish song turn'd to a Ballad? " 

" A Tryal of True Love " was appointed to be sung to this tune ; 
with Jenny, Jenny, as an alternative : '■'^ Jenny'' ^ (p. 294) belongs to a 
Koxburghe Ballad, soon to be reprinted. It is the original of a still- 
popular Scotch song, known later as "Kind sir, for your courtesie," 
and is entitled '■'■Jenny, Jenny ; or, The False-hearted Knight and 
the Kind Lass," beginning, "There whs a Lass in our Town" 
(Roxb. Coll., II. 221). With the same first line a different ballad 
is preserved in two Collections (Brit. Mus. C. 22, e. 2, fol. 68 ; and 
Huth, II, 49), entitled " 0[>portunity lost; or, The Scotch Lover 
defeated : " with burdens, slea Willy Stenson, and pretty Peggy Benson. 
Other ballads sung to the tune of The flatteries of Fate were 

1. — " Come Gallants, and listen unto me a while." = The New-made 

Gentlewoman ; or, The Dishonest Lady. (Ro. C, II. 380.) 

2. — " My fairest and rarest." = The Volunteer's Kind Answer to the 

Loyal Daniosel's Resolution. (Pepys Coll., III. 307 : sequel 
to the "Trial of True Love : " virtually the same as No. 3.) 

3. — "My Fairest, my dearest, I've heard what thou 'sttold" (p. 295). 

4. — " You Loyal Young Damoselles." (Now given : antecedent to 
Nos. 2 and 3, which bear reference to the Dutch War.) 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 122. Trobably unique.] 

Z Crpal of Crue ^oU : 

'^f)t ILopal SDamo0cr0 Ke^olutioin 

Wherein she doth declare her Mind is such, 
No Pains or Travel she at all will grutch ; 
To follow her dear Love, in Weal or Woe, 
To the remotest Climate she will go: 
A Pattern to all Maidens, for to see 
The sweet effects of Love and Constancy. 

Tune of, [All] The Flatteries of Fate : or, Jenny, Jenny, &c. 
[See previous page, and p. 294.] 

YOu Loyal young Damosells, whose Lovers are bent 
To serve in the wars with a valiant intent, 
Hear my resolution where ever you be, 
Aud say that my mind is a Kingdom to me. 

I still will he constant and true to my Friend, 6 

For I will go with my love to the worWs end. 

" T can have no Comfort in staying behind, 
But Sorrows and Anguish to trouble my mind, 
Therefore for my faucy with him I will go. 
Who now is my dearest and ever was so. 

/ still will he constant and true to my Friend, etc. 1 2 

" Since he is resolved his foes to ingage, 
Although that I am but of a tender Age, 
His loving Sweet company I'le not forgo 
But I will march with him in weal or in wo. 

I still will he Constant and true to my Friend, etc. 18 

" I value not dangers ; my temper is free 
All hardship whatever to take patiently ; 
I '11 find a reward for my Labour and pain. 
If once we return to old England again. 

Therefore Fie he constant and true to my friend, 

For I will go with my love to the worWs end. 24 

" The wars they are Irksome to Maidens we know, 
But yet so much love to my dearest I owe. 
That I am contented with him to abide, 
And never forsake him what ever betide. 

I still will he constant and true to my Friend, 

For I will go with my love to the world's end. 30 

294 A Trijal of True Love. 

" His Love and his valour to me hath been shown, 
His vertue and courage through England is known, 
To fight for his King he will venture his blood, 
And I my self with him will cross the Salt Flood. 

I still will he constant and true to my Friend, etc. 36 

" In France or in Flanders, where ever it be, 
In storms and in Tempests, in crossing the Sea, 
"With patience I'le Suffer what falls to my Share, 
No hardship nor danger with love may compare. 

I still tcill be constant, etc. 42 

" Then father, and mother, I pray, be content ; 
Of my Hesolution I ne'r shall repent : 
Then grant me your lilessing, pray let it be so. 
That well I may prosper where ever I go. 

I still will he constant and true to my Friend, etc. 4 8 

" Dear Brother, and Sister, it grieveth my heart, 
That from my relations I now must depart; 
But I am in hopes for to see you again, 
If that I do live To come over the Main. 

I still will he constant and true to my Friend, etc. 54 

" Parthenia to Argalus ne'er was more free 1 ^^^ p- -'•'**• 

Then I will unto my dear constant ever be 
'T is love that doth cause me such dangers to try. 
Since I am not fearful, but willing to dye. 

I still will he Constant and true to my friend, etc. 60 

"And now, my own dearest, to thee I declare 
That I am resolv'd in thy fortune to share ; 
Then let thy kind answer all sorrows remove, 
That I may have pleasure and joy in thy love. 
For I will he constant and true to my Friend, 
And I will go with my Love to the World's end.'^ 66 

London; Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood. 

[In Black-letter. Three woodcuts: first, the Man on p. 91, Left; second, the 
patched Lady on p. 281 ; third, tlie clumsy cut of harbour with ships, p 278. 
D'die, circa 1672. Compare iV'o^e on p. 298. The ^wswcr follows on next page.] 

*^* " Jenny, Jenny," of our pp. 292, 293, begins thus : — 

There was a Lass in our Town, and she was wondrous fair, 
There was a Knight of high renown, and he was wondi'ous rare ; 
' Tis for the love of thee 1 dye, Jenny, Jenny ! etc. {Repeat.) 

^S-^W^-^O-s- — 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 134; Euing, No. 114.] 

Cl)eiraitl)ful goung^an'Si^nstoer 

(Ea tl^e 3^mti=f)fartctJ iHflai'tim's E0solutton. ^iitttoise Ijoto fje 
gfjotos 1)13 full mtcnt, f)t0 faalorous mmti, anti ijis action, unto 
j^er lxif)am l)e Io&es atiobc all t|)e ri'dj treasures in t!)E inorlti. 

To THE TuN-E OF, JeuTii/, Jenmj . [See pp. 292, 294.] 

" ly/TY fairest, my dearest, I've heard what thou'st told, 
XtX I value thy words more than Silver or Gold ; 
[It] matter[s] not for Riches, for thou shalt have store, 
If thou wilt go with thy Love all the world oVe. 

" As thou dost forsake Father and Mother beside, 
I'le make as much on thee what ever betide ; 
Thou shalt be my Comrade on Sea or on Shore, 
Then come and go with thy Love all the world o'er. 8 

" Though we Travel to Rome, Love, to France or to Spain, 
Yet do you not fear but we shall turn again : 
I'le secure thee from the Tyger, the "Wolf, and the Boar, 
Then come and go with thy Love all the world o''er. 

" As thou art so constant and steadfast in mind, 
As faithful a friend thou ever shalt find ; 

Then assure thy self, [Dear, that] I'le wrong thee on no score, 
Theti come atid go tvith thy Love all the icorld o'er. 16 

" And if that thou goest with me, I'le promise thee fair, 
Instead of one boy. Love, I'le get thee a pair : 
I'le hug thee and kiss thee thy joys to restore, 
Then come and go with thy Love all the world 6' re. 

"Though Sir Guy and St. George did venture their lives 
I'le do as much for thee as they did for their wives ; 
I'le be thy Champion against thousands and more, 
Then come and go with thy Love all the icorld o're. 2 i 

" He that seeks for to wrong thee I'le venture my Life, 
And you'l say a man can do no more for a Wife, 
But fight for a Sweet-heart in battles so sore : 
Then come and go with thy Love all the world o^er. 

" Hang him, from his dearest will once stir or flinch ! 
Or hang him, if he loves her, won't fight for a Wench ; 
Then give us more liquor, though we run on the score, 
And come and go with thy Love all the world o'er. 32 

" I'le show thee what fashions Europe can devise, 
It may be by our travel we to fortune may rise, 
Thou know'st not what blessings the Lord hath in store, 
Then come and go tvith thy Love all the world o'er. 

296 The Faithful Young Man's Answer. 

" For to stay at home, Love, and sit by the fire, 
There's no recreation unto thy desire ; 
Then let's to the fair, Love, where musick is store. 
Then come and go with thy Love all the xoorlA o'er. 40 

" Love, never be daunted, nor yet do not fear, 
But I will be faithful unto thee, my Dear. 
No tongue but thy beauty and fame shall adore : 
Then come and go with thy Love all the world o'er. 

" He that wou'd wrong thee is worse then a Jew, 
And he is a Knave that will not prove true ; 
Such doings I hate, and shall love thee the more ; 
Then come and go with thy Love all the world o'er. 48 

" Though I don't praise thy feature as thou hast done mine. 
Yet I'le stick as close to thee as the Bark to the Vine ; 
Therefore do not tarry, but bar up the door. 
Then come and go with thy Love all the world o'er. 

"And thus, ray own dearest, I've told thee my mind. 
And nothing but truth thou by me [still] shalt find. 
Then take this kiss [from me], for I'le say no more. 
But come and go with thy Love all the world oVe." 56 

Printed for J. Clarke at the Bible and Harp in West- Smith-field. 
[Black-letter ; two woodcuts, on p. 78. Date, 1665, or 1673, time of Dutch- War.] 

Cf)e Passionate Lotier. 

Mosalind. — " Ay, fro your ways, go your ways ! I knew what you would prove : 
my friends told me as much, and I thought no less : that flattering tongue of 
yours won me. "lis hut one cast away, and so come Death ! " — As You 
Like It, Act iv. 

A T may be objected that Love-ditties are generally of an effeminate 
order, the incidents mostly disastrous and the impression left by no 
means exhilarating. Few possess the robust vigour of George 
"VVither's "Shall I, wasting in despair, die because a woman's fair?" 
But we possess a goodly store of wholesome and joyful ballads of true 
affection, to counteract the suicidal wailings. 

To the same tune, cited as " Sighs and Groans," was appointed 
to be sung a ballad entitled " The Distracted Young Man ; or. The 
Overthrow of Two Loyal Lovers." It was licensed by Hoger 
L( strange, printed for Jonah Deacon, and began with the line, " I 
lov'd one both beautiful and bright" (Pepys Coll., III. 387). 

Another and earlier ballad entitled " The Passionate Lover," printed for Francis 
Groves, begins, " As I sate in a pleasant shade " (Pepys Coll., I. 320). It is to 
the tune of, I lov'd thee once, I'll love tio more: words claimed for Sir Robert 
Aytoun, circa 1625; music composed by Henry Lawes. The answer begins, 
" Thou that lov'dst once, now lov'st no more," etc. Date, not before 1673. 



[Roxb. II. 252 ; Jersey, II. 24 ; Pepys, V. 234 ; Douce, II. 177 ; Euing, 387] 

Ct)e passionatt Hotoer ; 


^ge 2Dam0rr0 dDdcf Cioton'D ixiit'f) Comfort^. 


This may be Printed. R[ichard] P[ocock]. 

Ilghs and groans, and melancholly moans, 
I languish and anguish in dolefull Tones ; 
For him I loved dear I do complain, 
Because his company I can't refrain." 


" Sighs and groans, you say you are opprest, 
You say I am he whom you loved best ; 
But if it be so, and your heart be true, 
Then I will bear a part as well as you." 8 


" Men are deceitfull, who can them believe ? 
[With] their flattering words, they Maids deceive ; 
With their Ruby Lips, and their tempting Eye, 
They terrific poor Maidens till they dye. 

" What cares he that never felt the smart 
Of this my languishing Love-sick Heart ? 
Had you a sence of what I do endure. 
Then you in love would grant a speedy cure. 16 

" 'Tis pale Death that now must give me ease, 
Por there is nothing else my heart can please. 
Then on my Tomb, alas ! it shall be read, 
That here lies a loyal Lover dead." 


" Thou hast no cause, my dearest, to complain. 
For as I am thy Love I will remain ; 
Do but believe me, thou shalt be my Bride, 
For I value none in the World beside. 24 

" None but thee my Love I adore. 
Thy blessings, dearest, here I will restore ; 
Dry up thy Tears, and take this tender kiss. 
Being in token of a true Love's bliss." 

298 The Passionate Lover's ' S'kjJis and Groans.'' 


" Was I sure that these thy words were true, 
Then might I bid my sorrows quite adieu ; 
Yet T have known Men say as much as this, ' 
And then have left their Lovers in distress. Wl 

" For when they have brought us to their bow. 
They then do prove our final overthrow ; 
True-hearted Men I find there is but few, 
Nay, I may say the very same by you. 

" None but I, you say, you do adore : 
Have you not said as much as this before, 
When you declai'd that I shoukl be your wife, 
And yet you left me near bereav'd of Life." 40 


" When I left [thee,] my love, it was to try 
Thy pure affections, and thy constancy. 
I know when Cupid doth Men's hearts invade. 
Females have oftentimes the Tyrants play'd. 

" But I find my Love is none of those. 
Therefore my heart to thee I will disclose ; 
Thy Loyalty my purest Love hath won, 
'Tis none I prize but thee beneath the Sun. 48 

'• We'll never part while I remain alive. 
Then let thy drooping Spirits now revive ; 
The very Mountains shall as soon remove, 
As I [be] found disloyal to my Love." 

Now when he had uttered forth his mind. 

There was no grief, but both to love inclin'd ; 

Where he embrac'd her in his tender arms, 

With many sweet salutes and pleasing charms. 56 

Thus was [their] tears straight turned into joy, 
There's nothing can their comforts now annoy, 
By solemn vows their hearts are linked fast, 
And live in love, as long as life shall last. 

[Printed for P. BrooTcsly, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Bach.~\ 

[In Black-letter. Colophon supplied from the Pepysian copy. Deuce's printed 
for J. Back. Two woodcuts: first a two figured cut, on p. 120. The other, 
on p. 16, L. Date, Licensed, between August, 1685, and December, 1688.] 

*#* On p. 294, and p. xxvii of Introduction, Argalus and Parthenia are 
mentioned. Their story is in Sir Philip Sidney's Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia, 
Book I. Also in a poem by Francis Quarles, 1629 ; again in a Tragedy by Hy. 
Glapthorne, 1639 ; and a Most excellent Hislorie of Argalus and Parthenia 
(printed for our T. Vere), 1672. This last work revived interest in the story. 


C!)0 2:Ooon^ C&on0ter0. 

" Of all the brave birds that ever I see, the Owl is the fairest in her degree ; 

For all the day long she sits in a tree, and when the night comes away flies she ! 

Te whit, te whoo ! ' To whom driuk'st thou ? ' — ' Sir knave, to you.' 

This song is well sung, I make you a vow, and he is a knave that drinketh now. 
' Nose, nose, jolly red nose ! and who gave thee that jolly red nose ? ' 
Cinnamon and ginger, nutmegs and cloves : and that gave me my jolly red nose." 

— Deuteromelia : Kuig Henry s Mirth, 1609. 


OVE-SICK maids and forsaken or forsworn bachelors have filled 
the scene long enough, telling their mournful stories, somewhat 
wearisomely; it must be a relief to listen to the twitterings of the 
" Woody Choristers " in our Roxburghe Ballad, although they too 
have similar complaints to utter. To them, even as to Felicia 
Hemans's " Birds of Passage," we may declare, " Sad is your tale of 
the beautiful Earth, Birds that o'ersweep it in joy and mirth ! " A 
widower Love-Bird pines away in the absence of his mate, and 
refuses to be comforted. "When Jenny Wren fell sick and died, 
Robin Eedbreast laid the matter to heart ; none the less regretful 
because she had formerly been faithless, a " little cuttie Queen." 
(See p. 304, motto, from 1776 edition of the Scots Songs.) What 
faithful victim ever ceased to love a damsel in secret, merely because 
she had jilted him ? It yields additional piquancy. 

If the original "Bird Catcher's Delight," to the tune of which our 
present "Woody Choristers" is marked to be sung, was as pleasant 
a ditty as its name and its imitation indicate, the loss by the world 
sustained through its disappearance is grievous. We remember that 
in Charles the Second's time one might have simultaneously picked 
the bones of a succulent Dodo, heard the Royal trumpeters play the 
music of " The Bird Catcher's Delight," and lovingly watched the 
smiles of !N^ell Gwynne, as grace after meat. This is suggestive of 
discontent : Pate having sent us into the world too late for perfect 
enjoyment of happiness. We cannot retrieve Nell Gwynne or the 
Dodo, (what a parson's-nose was thereby lost to gastronomers !) 
but we cau recover lost tunes and words of ballads. 

300 " It iras in the prime of Cncnmher-time : " found ! 

From the United States we retrieve the tune, and one stanza : — 

Out spoke a Wood-pecker sitting on a Tree, 
" I once courted a fair Ladie ; 
She prov'd fickle, and from me fled, 
And ever since then my head 's been red." 

Having thus recovered the tune of The Bird- Catcher's Delight, 
we may hope some day to find the words also. Meantime, an even 
greater gain has been found in an earlier version of "The Woody 
Choristers" entitled "The Birds' Lamentation." Of these two 
ballads eight stanzas arc virtually in common, four others agree as 
to the birds named, but are recast, and the remaining eight are 
wholly distinct. AVe print each version separately in extenso. 

The long-sought words of "It was in the Prime of Cucumber 
time" are in the second stanza of "The Trapann'd Taylor; or, A 
Warning to all Taylors to beware how they marry." 

I 'le sing a Song, and a dainty song, it's neither of Seaman nor Saylor, 

15ut to tell you the truth it's a bonny brave youth, a vapouring finicking Taylor. 

It tvas in the prime of Cowcumher time, when Taylors had very much leisure, etc. 

Sung to the Tune of Uoiv many Croicns and Pounds have I s^jent ! 
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke : circA 1674. 

Another version, perhaps the original, begins " Come, hear a Song, and a very 
fine Song ! "' Signed J. P. (see p. 108) ; tune of The Loving Lad and Coy Lass, 
or, Wanton Willie. Same tune as our " Jack Presbyter's up." (Vol. V. 252.) 

We suppose " the prime of Cucumber time " to indicate, not the 
very beginning, but the earliest perfection of the cucumber and 
holiday season, about mid-July. Taylors were reproached for being 
addicted immoderately to Cucumbers. Compare "The Lamentation 
of Seven Journey-men Taylors,'' printed for Jonah Deacon, beginning, 

Attend, and you shall hear New News from Yorkshire, 

Of a letter that was sent up in Ehime ; 
Wherein they plainly show Seven Tailors' Overthrow, 

And this was in Cowcumher time. 

But "to cabbage" was also known thus early, for in ^'■Oxfordshire 
Betty,''' which begins, "Poor Tom the Taylor, don't lament!" we 
find the following attack on Taylors, in the seventh stanza: — 

« ' You are a pack of nasty curs, in every long Vacation 
You feed so much on Cucumbers, you 'd poyson half the Nation ; 
And Cabbidge all the year beside, of which you are no failer. 
What woman can lye by the side— lye by the side 
Of a Mechanick Taylor ? 

" My Husband is a Clergy-man, of worthy birth and breeding ; 

I wear my Topping, Lace and Fan, and am on Daintys feeding," etc. 


[Roxb. Coll., II. 581 ; III. 594 ; Tepys, IV. 267 ; Douce, II. 243, m.] 

t!i;i)e ZKUootip £lueri5ters* 

[£)c, €i> mm' ^acmonuj [seeivo^.,p.s..8. 

When Birds could speak, and Women they 
Had neither Good nor ill to say, 
The pretty Birds filled with pain, 
Did to each other thus Complain. 

To THE Tune of, The Bird- Catcher'' s Delight. 

OH ! " says the Cuchcow, loud and stout, 
" I flye the Country round about: 
"While other Birds my young-ones feed, 
And I my self do stand in need." 

Then says the Sparroiv on her nest, 
' I lov'd a Lass, but it was in jest ; 
And ever since that self-same thing, 
I made a vow I ne'er would sing." 

Tn comes the Rohin, and thus he said, 
' I lov'd once a well-favoured maid : 
Her beauty kindled such a spark, 
That on my breast I bear the mark." 

302 Woody Choristers ; or, BircVs Harmony. 

Then said the Larh upon the grass, 
" I lov'd once a well-favour' d lass ; 
But she would not heare her true-Love sing, 
Though he had a voice would please a King." 16 

Then said the BJachhird as he fled, 
" I loved one, but she is dead ; 
And ever since my Love I do lack. 
This is the cause I mourn in Black." ^ 

Then said the bonny Nightingale, t-'^''"''' p- 3"9- 

" Thus I must end my mournfull tale : 
"While others sing, I sit and mourn, 
Leaning my breast against a thorn." 24 

Oh ! says the Water-wag -tail then, 
" I ne'r shall be my self again ; 
I loved one, but could not prevail : 
And this is the cause [that] I wag my Tail." 

Then said the pretty coloured Jay, 
" My dearest Love is fled away ; 
And in remembrance of my dear, 
A Feather of every sort I wear." .32 

Then said the Leather-winged Butt, 
" Mind but my tale, and I'le tell you what 

Is the cause [that] I do fly by night : 

Because I lost my heart's delight." 

Then said the Green-Bird as she flew, [=Grcen-finch. 

" I loved one that prov'd untrue. 

And since he can no more be seen. 

Like a Love-sick maid I turn to green." 40 

Then did begin the Chattering Swallow, 
*' My Love she is fled, but I would not follow ; 
And now upon the Chimney high 
I sing forth my poor Melody." 

" Oh ! " says the Oicl, " my Love is gone, 
That I so much did dote upon ; 
.1 know not how my love to follow, 
But after her I [w]hoop and hollow." 48 

Then says the Lapwing, as she flyes, 
' ' I search the Meadows and the Skies, 
But cannot find my Love again ; 
So about I fly in deadly pain." 

Then said the Thrush, " I squeak and sing, 

"Which doth to me no comfort bring : 

For oftentime I, at midnight, 

Kecord my Love and heart's Delight." 56 

Woody Choristers ; or, Birds' Harmony. 


The Canary-Bird she then comes in, 
To tell her tale she doth begin : 
" I am of ray dear'st Love bereft, 
So I have my own Country left." 

The Chajinch then begins to squeak, 
" For Love," quoth he, " my heart will break : . 
I grieve so for my only dear, 
I sing but two months in a year." 64 

Then quoth the May-pye, " I was crost 
In Love, and now my Dear is lost : 
And wanting of my heart's Delight, 
I mourn for him in Black and White." 

" Oh ! " says the Hook, and eke the Crow, 
" The Reason why in Black we go : 

It is because we are forsook : 

Come pitty us, poor Crow and Hook / " 72 

The Bidfinch he was in a rage. 
And nothing could his wrath asswage : 
So in the "Woods he would not dwell, 
But spent his time in lonesome Cell. 

Thus you do hear the Birds' Complaint, 
Taking delight in their Restraint : 
Let this to all a pattern be, 

For to Delight in Constancy ! 80 

[Colophon lost. Pepysian copy ' printed for /. Clarke, TriUiam Thacheray , and 
Thomas Passing er;' Douce, for 2". i\'on/s and J. Walter. Black-letter. Three 
woodcuts, see p. 308. 1st, transposed from p. 305 ; 2nd, a partridge (as in 
Eoxb. Bds., iii. 514) ; 3rd, three toy-ducks, as helow. Date, circa 1656.] 
\* The sub-title of "The Birds' Harmony" (not in Eoxb. Coll., II. 581, or 
Pepys, IV. 267,) is added in Eoxb. Coll., III. 594, with a Second Part in different 
metre, which we give separately, on p. 308. See Appendix for Pepysian ballad 
of " The Birds' Harmony." 


Cbe T5icr)5' lamentation. 

' ' The JFien she lyes in Cures bed, in nieikle dule and pyne, ! 
Quhen in came Robin Med-hreast, \vi' sugnr-saps and wine, I 

" ' Now, maiden, will ye taste o' this ? — it 's sngar-saps and wiue, I ' 
' Na, ne'er a drap, Eobin, [I wis ;] gin it be ne'er so line, O ! ' 

[" ' Ye 're no sae kind 's ye war yestreen, or sair I hae niista'en. ! 
Ye 're no the Lass, to pit me by, and bid me gani^ my lane, O ! '] 

" * And quhere 's the Ring that I gied ye? Ye little cutty quean, ! ' 
' I gied it till a Sodger, a kind Sweet-heart o' myne, ! ' " 

— The Wren ; or, Lemiox's Love to Bluudjre, 177G 


.ARTIN & Wotherspoon printed, in 1769, "Oh! saw ye my 
father, or saw ye my mother, Or saw ye my true-love John ? " of 
which an English version (inferior, bnt perhaps the original) is in 
Vocal Music, 1772, ii. 36. It ends thus: — 

Up Johny rose, and to the door he goes, and gently tirl'd the pin ; 

The lassie taking tent, unto the door she went, and she open'u and let him in. 

" And are ye come at last, and do I hold ye fast, and is my Johny true ? " 

" I have nae time to tell, but sae laug 's I like ray sell, sae lang sail I love you." 

" Flee up, flee up. my bonny Grey Cock, and craw whan it is day ! 
Your neck shall be like the beaten gold, and your wings of the silver grey." 

The Cock prov* d false, and untrue he was, for he crew an hour o'er soon : 
The lassie thought it day, when she sent her love away, and it was but a blink 
of the moon ! {Scots Sonys, 1769 edition, p. 324.) 

Ever since the 'lOur when the Scotch lassie sent away her true- 
love John unnecessarily early, throu<;h trusting what our American 
cousins in their sunreme modesty call a "rooster" (who deceived 
her confiding nature by announcing sun-rise prematurely — not to 
say maliciously), t lere has been less of unreserved faith betwixt the 
feathered and the .infeathered bipeds than used to be of old, if we 
are to believe Catullus and Skeltou. We fear that "bonny grey Cock" 
must bear the wyt^ of it. Juliet knew better, young as she was — 
"she's not fourteen!" — and declined to mistake the nightingale 
for the lark. Wisely said one, ' In the Garden' (see p. xviii) — 

" Hark ! how the marvellous music floats, beyond the elms, by Arthur's Grange ! 
The bird is new, the soqg is old : shapes, but not spirits, sulfer change." 

Whether we are to consider each "Lass" or " Love " mentioned 
in " The Birds' Lamentation " to have been a human being, or 
feathered like the bereaved warblers, is left an open question. 

1 The third stanza is from a hitherto unprinted MS. found in the Muniment 
Chest at Nirgends College : for anything known to the contrary. Compare p. 
204, motto, and remarks on p. 299. Lennox being the Robin, and Lady Biantyre 
the "Wren, we ask who was {.are or Carey ? Was he the " Sodger " {i.e. Soldier) ? 


[Jersey Collection, II. 120 ; Pepys, IV. 269.] 

tEIje mivtss' JLammtation, 

"WTien Birds could speak, and "Women they 
Had neither Good nor Bad to say, 
The pretty Birds, then fill'd with pain, 
Did to each other thus complain. 

OH ! " says the Cuckoo loud and stout, 
" I flye the Country round about ; 
While other Birds my young ones feed, 
And I my self do stand in need." 

Then said the Sparrow on [his] nest, [Oriff., "her." 

*' I lov'd a Lass, but it was in jest; 
And ever since that self-same thing, 
I made a vow I ne'er would sing." 8 

Then said the Black-bird as he fled, 
" I loved one, but she is dead ; 
And ever since my Love I do lack : 
This is the cause I mourn in Black." 

'' Oh ! " says the "Water Wag-tail then, 
" I ne'er shall be my self again ; 

I loved one, but could not prevail, 

And this is the cause that I wag my tail." 1 6 

Then did begin the chattering Swallow, 
" My Love she is fled, but I would not follow ; 
And now upon the chimney high 
I sing forth my poor Melody." 

" Oh ! " says the Rook, and eke the Crow, 
*' The reason why in Black we go. 

It is because we are forsook : 

Come pity us, poor Crow and Eook ! " 24 

" Oh ! " says the Owl that flies by night, 
" I have quite lost my heart's delight ; 

But since my Love is gone away, 

I never fly out in the day." 

" Oh ! " says the squeaking little Thresh, 

" My Sorrows now begin afresh ; 
For my poor Lover grows exceeding proud : 
And that is the cause that I squeal so loud." 32 

" Oh ! " says the Robin Red-breast, " When 
You do me see, conclude it then 
The cold hard Winter's drawing nigh ; 
Which makes me towards the Houses fly." 


oOG The Birds' Lamentation. 

" Oh ! " says the pretty Skie-Lark, " I 
Up to the Element do fly ; 
I lost my Love ! that caus'd my pain, 
And I strive to sing it away in vain." . 40 

" Oh ! " says the little Titty-mouse, 
" In secret hole I keep my House ; 

Where mournfully I do complain, 

And curse my Lover's rash disdain." 

" Oh ! " says the Bull-finch, " Mind my moan, 
Like me great loss you ne'er had none ; 
Then to my Lamentation hark, 
As I sit singing in the dark ! " 48 

" Oh ! " says the Magpye, " What's the matter, 
That you admire me when I chatter ? 
I lost my Love and dearest Mate ; 
I think 'tis then high time to prate." 

" Oh ! " says the Jack-daw, " I'm perploxt, 
I lost my Love, and am strangely vext ; 
And now I am forc'd to lodge in straw : 
Most people still call me Jack-daw ! " 56 

" Oh ! " says the Gold-finch, " mind me well. 
While my sad story I do tell ; 
It often puts me in a rage 
To see me penn'd up in a Cage." 

" Oh ! " says the pretty little Linnet, 

" I loved well, but the deuce was in it ; [' ''"C'-' 

For I'm forsook for good and all. 

Though oft in vain on him I call." 64 

" Oh ! " says the pretty Nightingale, 
" Come listen a while unto my Tale; 

While other Birds do sleep, I mourn, 

Leaning my breast against a thorn." [^/- pp- i^fi, ano. 

When they had mourn'd thus every one, 

Telling the cause they made such moan, 

All of a sudden away they flew, 

And ne'er so much as said adieu. 72 

But I suppose to their Nests they went, 
. To sleep all night was their intent : 
But when the morning came again, 
Then they began for to complain. 

Printed for F. Broolcsby, at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner. 

[Black-letter. Woodcut, given unvaried on p. 301. Date, circu 1G76.] 



" The Silvan "Woods seem'd to complain 
Of gross inconstancy, the Birds in vain 
Did warble forth their griefs to ease their minds, 
And all did sympathise, though ease none iinds." 

— The Birds'' Harmony (in Pepys Collection). 

X HE Second Part (so called) of "Roxburghe Collection, III. 595, 
does not correspond in rhythmical flow with " The Woody 
Choristers" or "Birds' Lamentation," so that it cannot be a 
fragment of the lost Bird Catcher' s Delight. 

Several other ballads on the Birds' Harmony deserve mention. 

1. — The Birds' Noats on JIfay-daylast, wherein, etc. (Compare p 323, for title.) 
By C. H. , to the tune of Down in a Meadow. Printed for Eichard 
Burton, at the Horse-shoe in Smitbfield, 1655. It begins, " In the 
merry month of Maij^ when pritty birds do sing." (See p. 309.) 

2. — England's Joy in the merry month of May ; or, The various delights of the 
Spring. (With music.) Tune of, Ah ! how pleasant 't is to Love, etc. 
(See vol. iv. p. 461.) Begins, " Hark ! how sweet the Birds do sing." 

3. — The Turtle Dove. Tune of. The North Country Lass. Begins, " When 
Flora she had deckt." (Reprinted in vol. ii., p. 592.) 

4. — The Soldier, his Repentance. (Given on p. 284, though not a Love-hallad.) 

5.— The Birds' Harmony. Tune, The Delights of the Bottle. Begins, "As I 
was walking in the shade." (See motto above, and Appendix.) 

In connection with the final line of "The Birds' Harmony, Part 
Second," we urge this : Dickie birds who live in glass-houses ought 
not to throw stones. "Who set up the Cuckoo as a Censor Morum ? 
So early as the days of Pammelia, 1609, derision was proverbially 

W{)t (Euckoin's Sang. 

As I mee walked in a May morning, 
I heard a bird sing, " Cuckow ! " 

She nodded up and downe, and swore by her crowne 
She had friends in the towne, *' Cuckow ! " 

All you that marryed be, learn this song of me. 
So we shall all agree, " Cuckow ! " 

All young men in this throng, to marry that think long. 
Come learne of mee this song, " Cuckoiv ! " 

There have been people so utterly besotted as to feel shocked at 
the words of "When daisies pied." The poor little weak-kneed 
greenhorns remodel the ditty from its sportive playfulness before 
they dare sing it in public. What foul imaginations they must 
have had ! Do they carefully shun the country between April and 
July to avoid the objectionable notes? Are their withers wrung? 



[Roxburghe Collection, III. 595.] 

Part ^cconn [of Cfje iBirlis' i!)armoni^.j 

^OWX as I lay, one morning in Mm/, 
My hands they were coupled fast ; 
My heart did rejoice to hear the pleasant voice 
Of the Birds in the air as they past. 

Then comes [from the dale] the Nightingale, 
Speaking the words so plain, 
" I prithee, kind heart, take it in good part, 

And love when thou art lov'd again." S 

Says Tom Tit-Mouse then, " There be some men 
That will change nine times a day." 
" then," says the Wren, " There be some women 
That will change as often as they." 

" then," says the Crow, " if it be so, 

I'll give you leave to smite off my head ; 
For a man unjust, no woman will him trust, 

Until the very day he is dead." 1 

then says the Pye, " Tell me the reason why 

You judge so hardly of Men ! " 
then, says the Lark, " I speak it from my heart, 

That Women are worse than them ! " 

then says the Dove, " I once had a love, 
And she loved me very kind." 
" ! " says the Rook, " I'll be sworn to a book, 

Such another is hard to find." 24 

" ! " says the Daw, " I care not a straw, 
Altho' I may chuse me a mate." 
then says the Thrush, " You shall have her in a rush. 
And take her a lower rate." 

then says the Duck, " I wish you better luck 

Tlian a man that I do know : 
When he's from home, there's another in his room ! " 

And so says the Cuckoo too. 32 

Printed and Sold in Aldermary Church- Yard, Bow-Lane, London. 
[Variation (birds only) of p. 301 woodcut. White-letter. Date, circu 1776.] 

*^* There are three dtstwcl ivoodcuts of assembled birds. First, the (Jersey 
Coll.), picture, transposed from p. 305 to 301, with two lovers, seated. Second, 
a variation (Roxb. Coll., II. 581), omitting the lovers, but with a throned bird at 
top, given singly on p. 309. Third, a modern copy of the same cut, reversed 
(Roxb. Coll., III. 595). Partridge and Toy-Ducks accompany the 2nd copy only. 

IIcn'hhKjers of Hertford Wayzgoose : Anser Mmuli. 309 

' ' /^Haunt, birds, in everie bush, 
\J The Blackbird and the Thrush, 
The chirping Nightingale, 
The Mavis and li agtaile. 
The Linnet and the Larke. : 
Oh ! how they begin, haike ! harke ! " 

— Euerie Woman in her Ilvmor, Act v. IGO'J, 

" TN the merry month of May, when prety Birds do sing, 
J_ With chirping and with sugared noats to welcome in the Spring, 
It was my chance to walk abroad into the fields so gay 
Where many a prety Lad and Lass was then gathering May. 

' ' John met with Besse betimes, before the break of day, 
And hand in hand to Lunibeth fields they nimbly took their way : 
The grass being sonithing slippery then, this couple down they fell, 
But what they said before they rose, the prety Lark can tell ! . . 

" You Country Lads and Lasses, you tliiuk for to go free ! — 
You have more twatling Birds, I'm sure, than near the City be : 
You gather May as well as we, and Time you have also 
To tumble on the grass so green, and this the Birds do know." Etc. 

—The Birds' Noats, by C. H. (See pp. 307, 323.) 

*^* We interpolate three lost words in fifth line of " The Birds' Harmony," on 
previous page. On p. 136 we mention The Passionate Pilgritn song, " As it fell 
upon a day, in the merry merry month of May," with reference to the poetic 
common-place fallacy of the Nightingale stimulating her own agony: "She, 
poor bird, sat all forlorn, Lean'd her breast against a thorn." (Compare p. 284 ) 
Her note of Tiru, tiru, tiru! perpetually recalled the name of the ravisher Terens, 
in Ovid's story of Philomela and Brogue, Mvtamorphuses, Lib. vi. Sir Philip 
Sidney tells the same tale, to the tune of Non credo gid che piic felice amante : — 
The Nightingale, as soon as Aprill bringeth 

Vnto her rested sense a perfect waking. 
While late bare earth, proud of new clothing springeth, 
Sings out her woes, a thorne her song-booke making, 
And mournfully bewailing. 
Her throat in tunes expresseth 
What grief her breast oppresseth 
For Tereus' force on her chaste will prevailing. Etc. 

t^' For sundry overpowering reasons a supplementary Finale is given : viz., 
our apotheosis of Birds in general and of an annual migration from the Home- 
county, winch holds the largest bed in England fsomeWarej ; also the Rye-House 
of crooked conspirators, engraved in our Fifth Volume. Printers consider the next 
page Ode to them, celebrating "The Wayzgoose of Hertfordshire." 

iSic si'debat. 



Ziistinian Bird Catcl)er's 2Deligl)t. 

Intermezzo ashMolensis. 
(Ornithologically Hertfordian, amatively sonorous.) 

" ' Hark ! the Lark at heaven's pate sin^^s.' Larks is riz I " — Industrious Fleay. 

^INCE " It was in the prime of Cucumber-time " 

At Osterley Park we found, \vide-^. 296. 

We soiigJit day and night " The Bird-Catcher's Delight : " 
Is the ballad, we ask, above ground? 

Such mystical rJiymes, in the Olden Times, 

Were to Noviomagians dear, 
WJien zuith letters of gold the story they told 

Of the Wayzgoose of Hertfordshire ! 

Still, still in the Present onr pulses throb. 

And we strain our weary sight 
To find a fresh store of the Wayzgoose lore. 

And the Bird-catcher's lost Delight ! ! 

And still in the Futu7'e will Sages grim 

ThrongJi these Roxburghe Ballads /^^-r, 
In hope to discern the Legend snpern' : 

The Wayzgoose of Hertfordshire ! ! ! 

Come back I ye Bards of the ancient race. 

Who were grey when the world was yoimg, 
And yield a straight tip, that we now may grip 

The Homeric Hymn once sung. 

3Lonrj=Icst Ecrjcntiaro 3Lag 'Itminatctj 'luminouslg. 

lA/'HEN into Noah's-Ark the birds all troop' d, 

They fluttered in pairs, ive hear, 
Save one, that snblime in solitude droop' d : 
'Twas the Wayzgoose of Hertfordshire. 


The Wayzgoosc of Hertfordshire. 3 1 1 

There were birds of brigJit plumage^ of glittering eye, 

And some of sJiarp clazvs and beak ; 
Tliere ivere Song-birds gay, and Birds of Prey, 

A nd Parrots who chatter' d in Greek ; 

There wei'e fledgeling c/ncks, and the ivise old Strix, 

Whose /lootings, to wit, sound drear : 
But the one bird no aviary ever conld fix 

Was the Wayzgoose of Hertfordshire. 

Pei't little Tom-Tits may flutter their wits. 

And Cock-Robins court zuee fenny- Wren, 
Or, when m right mood, re-leave Babes in the Wood ; 

WJiilefack-Hawkbags ' a good fat hen ;' [Bishop, Ten-y-fied. 

We count him in luck who dines off roast Duck, 

With green peas, and his szvim of beer : 
But there's nought bearing wings, whereof poet sings, 
Like the Wayzgoose of Hertfordshire. 

Let the Eagle rove as the Birdof]ove, 

And the Peacock shozv Juno's pride I 
Minerva's own fowl through the night may prowl, 

Till Venus her Doves can guide ; 

On chill Caucasus, may Prometheus 

Yield a Vulture the sorriest cJieer : 
But 'tis quite absurd to pair any bird 

Willi the Wayzgoose of Hertfordshire. 

Though Winds blozv cold, and Time grows old. 

Though Summer flits fast away, 
Mankind 7ieed not fret, zvhile these 115allat)0 they get, 

And the Editor's Song is gay. ■ 

Up to Larks, he will Joke, though some Raven croak, 

A Cock d the Walk scorns fear ! 
Since in fame ranks high the best Bird of the Sky — 

STfje ?!lMa2^rj0ose of P|ertforlisf)trE. 


6, vii. 1885. 


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{Music composed by Francis Forcer, 1683.) 

" Like Quires of Angels we'll loyally sing, 
"Whilst Heav'n loves the niusick, ' God prosper the King ! ' 
And all his true subjects with us will agree, 
None e're iu a Prince were so happy as we. 
l*ay him the best homage that people e'er gave, 
Make him Lord of your hearts, and all that you have : 
For Charles rules the kingdom by the very same right 
That the Sun rules the day, and the Moon rules the night. 

** Phanaticks be damp'd, who Succession out-face, [Query the damp ' 

And tell us, ' Dominion is founded in Grace ; ' 
AVith Julian and Plato, and all their Decrees, 
Who set up new I'rinces when ever they please : 
But long live the King, for to triumph o're those 
Who the Laws of the Crown or the Land do oppose ; 
And when oui- gi'eat Monarch to Heav'n must begone, 
May the rightful Successor then sit on his Throne, 


When Eebels their oaths of allegiance forsook. 

And did wait for the blood of the King and the Duke, [Rye-Bouse. 

The stars in their coiu'ses appear'd for the Crown, 

And Legions of Angels did guard them to Town : 

And tho' Whigs in Cabals do daily combine, 

The Birds of the Air will reveal their design ; 

And lawfull Succession just Heav'n shall secure. 

As long as the Sun and the Moon do endure. 

" Blest are the People, when Heav'n does espouse 
The Cause of the King and establish his House ; 
No Cant of Phanaticks, or Common-wealth zeal. 
Can ever prevail by a Whiqgish Appeal. [Appeal from the 

But Charles must tor ever the Scepter command. Country, 1080. 

Which the Powers above have repos'd in his hand ; 
And we unto Heav'n will our gratitude pay. 
And make his whole reign a long Thanksgiving-day." 

[The woodcut helongs to p. 271. Compare p. 319, where Cupids are anticipatively clad for 
a Church- Congress : but not by a prurient British Matron, alias Coliiecut Hoarsely.] 

:k first <5roup of BallaDs 


dSooti ifellotos. 

Let the grave folks go preach that our lives are but short, 

And tell us much Wine speedy death does in\'ite, 
iJut we'll be reveng'd before hand with them for't, 

And crowd a Life's mirth in the space of a night : 

Then stand about vnth yoiu* glasses full crown'd, 

Till every thing else to oiu: posture do grow, 
Till our cups and oiu: heads and the Avhole house go round, 

And the cellar becomes where the chamber is now. 

The Sun, in the rays of his rich Morning Gown, 

Shall be rivall'd by faces as bright as his own, 
And wonder that mortals can fuddle away, 

More "Wine in a night than he Water by day ! " 

—The Good Fellow: a Catch, 1702. 

LTHOUGH it appears heretical to suppose such 
an extremely improbable event as that of a 
profane person looking into this Sixth Volume 
of Hoiiurgfje BallatiS, one dreads irreverent 
criticism detecting a reseaiblance between 
the present instalment (Part XVI.) and the 
renowned warrior known to the world as 

" One Captain Wattle, 
Who was all for Love, and a little for the Bottle." 

This comparison, being indubitably true, is no 
less libellous : since those perverse nondescripts 
the lawyers declare that the greater the truth is, the greater is the 
libel. "We blushingly own the soft impeachment, having devoted 
the first three hundred pages to a '' Group of True-Love Ballads," 
and we now add a small " Group of Good Fellows," for the sake of 
wholesome variety. We reserve for a " Second Group" in the final 
volume many other roystering ditties 

A Jest ; or, Master Constable - - - 
Kick and Froth, the Good Fellow's 

Among these will be : — 
= " A Merry Jest I shall declare." 

Jolly Gentleman's Frolic 
In Praise of the Leather-Bottle 
Wit bought at a dear Bate - 
The Noble Prodigal - - - 
The Bad Husband's Folly - 
Mark Noble's Frolic - - - 
Jack Had-land's Lamentation 
The Hyde-Park FroUic - - 
The King of Good Fellows - 

" All you that are Free-men." 
" Give ear to a froUicsome ditty." 
" God above, that made," etc. 
" If all the world my mind," etc. 
*' Let's call and drink the cellar." 
" To all Good Fellows now." 
" One night, at a very late hour." 
" To all good Fellows I'le declare." 
" One evening, a little," etc. 
" I am the King . . of Drunkards." 

316 ' Little Fools will drink too much : Big Fools, not at all I ' 

On the whole, these Good-Fellowship Ballads advocate the cause 
of temperance and frugality. We hold it to be a sound axiom, 
that "Little Fools will drink too much; and Big Fools not at 
all ! " Total abstainers are generally half-reformed drunkards, 
devoid of judgement, and liable to relapse under temptation. He 
who knows exactly how much of pleasure and conviviality is good 
for him, and stops in time without excess, holds in his hand the 
key to the enjoyment of life. He passes unhurt betwixt the lions, 
and reaches the Halls of Delight ; while cowards tremble at their 
roar and sculk round by the backstairs, to meet a notice of "No 
Admittance after Dark," as a fit requital. We have no sympathy 
with wasteful sots, who are generally as ready to sponge on others, 
and purloin the hard earnings of wife, children, and parents, as they 
had been to squander what was once their own. But when we see 
how cold are the hearts, and how barren are the brains, of the 
ostentatiously abstemious ; how boastful they are of their own 
dwarfdom; how tyrannically harsh and slanderous in vituperation, 
directed alike against the moderate man and the dipsomaniac ; how 
little the platform praters know, yet how arrogantly they vaunt 
their superior sapience : we give the silly despots a wide berth, 
leaving them to quarrel among themselves, and to go to their own 
place, of local option — which is certainly not the BalInli=<Soct'fto. 

In the days of the Merry ;^[onarch, there was plenty of Sherris 
wine and Claret, for all who loved good drinking. The taverns were 
recognized as the natural antipodes of the conventicles. With less 
of piety (so called), there was assuredly less of hypocrisy than had 
been recently. The chief inducement of the Saintly to avoid drink 
was a fear of it endangering the secrets of their own carnal minds, 
by betraying the truth that they were no better than they should 
be ; and not half so righteous as they tried to persuade themselves 
and others that they alone were. The sanctimonious took many a 
glass, like theii" livelier neighbours, but indulged in private tippling 
as in other secret vices. Lacking social warmth, they were unwilling 
to stand treat for anybody. So was it then, and the world has not 
since changed in any particular. The churl drinks, or does not 
drink, solely to please himself; the "Good-Fellow" cares more 
for the company than for the liquor which is consumed ; and if he 
ruin himself in wasteful expenditure, it is quite as often in the 
attempt to make other folk happy, after their sort, and cheer them 
from their cares and despondency, as because he feels thirsty and 
lacks reflection. Throughout all literature the best work has 
been chiefly performed by men who indulged their social instincts 
unselfishly, though rarely to excess, in convivial entertainment. 
Ascetics were always pretentious and unsound, arrogant and unsatis- 
factory, dealers in sham-sentiment, mock-piety, and Brummagem 
patriotism or philology. Such people were utterly abominable 

The Rcfovmed Drinker : ' Never be drunk again.' 317 

in the sight of Carolian Good-Fellows, who ran up reckonings, 
when cash failed, so long as chalk was possible; but who awoke 
to more wisdom on the morrow, over their Christofero Sly draught, 
"a pot of the smallest ale," than thin-blooded Puritanism could 
ever reach. 

There is good sense in the following song of "The Reformed 
Drinker" (which has been already mentioned on our p. 276). We 
by no means share the admiration, expressed so frequently of old, 
for that poor tame drink of sour claret, which the Laird of Balma- 
whapple rightly characterized as " shilpit " ; needing to be fortified 
thereafter with a hearty dram of brandy. Claret of two centuries ago 
may have been a richer beverage than it is now : perhaps resembling 
our present Burgundy. If so, our objection against claret ceases. 
" The Man in the Moon drinks Claret," according to one Roxhirghe 
Ballad (ii. 261) ; but, he being a chilly moon-calf, " a cup of Malaga 
Sack would fire the bush at his back ! " 

Cfie Eeformeti Drinker. 

(To the excellent Tune of Old Sir Simon the King.) 

OOme, my Hearts of Gold, let us be merry and wise ! 
It is a proverb of old, ' Suspicion hath double eyes.' 
"Whatsoever we say or do, let's not tkink to disturb the Brain ; 
Let's laugh for an hour or two, and ne'er be Drunk again. 

A Cup of old Sack is good, to drive the cold Winter away ; 
'Twill cherish and comfort the blood, most when a man's spirits decay : 
But he that doth drink too much, of his Head he will complain. 
Then let's have a gentle touch, and never be Drunk again. 

Good Claret was made for man, but Man was not made for it ; 
Let's be merry as we can, so we drink not away our wit : 
Good Fellowship is abus'd, and Wine will infect the Brain : 
But we'll have it better us'd, and ne'er be Drunk again. 

When with Good Fellows we meet, a Quart among three or four, 
'Twill make us stand on our feet, while others lye Drunk on the floor : 
Then Drawer, go fill a Quart, and let it be Claret in grain : 
'Twill cherish and comfort the Heart, hut we'll ne'er be Drunk again. 

Here's a Health to our noble King, and to the Queen of his Heart, 
Let's laugh and merrily sing, and he's a Coward that will start ; 
Here's a Health to our General, and to those that were in Spain, 
And to our Colonel, [withal,] and we'll ne'er be Drunk again. 

Enough's as good as a Feast, if a man did but Measure know ; 
A Drimkard 's worse than a Beast, for he'll drink till he cannot go : 
If a man could Time recal, in a Tavern that's spent in vain, 
We'd learn to be sober all, and never be Drunk again. 


^acfe for mp 6^oncp, 

" When I smoke, I sees in my pipe, sometimes, of life a type, 

And I think, as my lips I wipe - a talking as is my way — 
' Here's the spirit in this red coal, that pnts the life in the bowl ; 
In the fire 1 sees the soul imprisoned in the clay.' 

*' Mayhap I sits in my room, in the winter evening's gloom, 
And, as I think of man's doom, my spirit a'most it dashes ; 
For, I says, when I stops my breath, and the pipe goes out, ' That's death ! 
We're dust, as the parson saith : ' — and then I knocks out the ashes." 

— The Old Shepherd on his Pipe : hy F. C. Burnand. 

JL moralize on the suggestive theme of smoke and ashes, thus 
representing spirit and matter, is a practice as okl as that of stupefying 
the senses with the Virginian weed: " Think of this when you're 
smoking Tobacco." Smokers claim for their enjoyment that it 
alike increases mental activity and soothes them after exertion. The 
author of our two-centuries-old " Sack for my Money " declares as 
enthusiastically in favour of his beverage, " I hold it good to purge 
the blood and make the senses merry." Excuse is ready for 
yielding to temptation, as in Aldrich's Five Reasons for Drinking : — 

IF on this theme I rightly think, 
There are five reasons why men drink : 
Good Wine ; a Friend ; because I'm dry ; 
Or least I should be, by and bye ; 
Or any other reason why. 

The following ballad in praise of "the purest wine, so brisk and 
fine, the Allicant and Sherry," is appointed to be sung to the tune 
of Wet and Weary. To the same tune went two E,oxburghe Ballads 
by Laurence Price, one being, "Come all you very merry London girls ; ' ' 
the other entitled " The Famous Woman-Drummer," beginning, "Of 
a Maiden that was deep in love." (See " Group of Military Ballads " 
in next volume.) To the same tune is one by P. Fancy, beginning, 
" As I went forth one evening tide" (in Book of Fortune Coll., 8). 
Title, "This is called, ' Maids look well about you ; ' or, The Cunning 
Toung Man Fitted." Printed for Richard Burton, circa 1654. 

Good John Payne Collier, reprinting our ballad in 1847, said it was "a capital 
old drinking song, probably of the time of James I., though ' printed for W. 
Gilbertson, in Giltspur Street ' some forty years afterwards." He forgot that 
"W. Gilbertson published at least as early as 1640, and until 1660, In the latter 
year ale and beer were at a discount, loyal cavaliers seldom mentioned either 
without a gird at " the Brewer" Nol Cromwell. Wet and iveary was a popular 
tune before 1654, and we can scarcely doubt that "Sack for my Money" 
belongs to the days of Interregnum, although such "merry meetings" in the 
country, with ' ' ale and cakes at the town wakes," were rigorously discountenanced 
by sour Independents. For the present, we rest content with the date 1642-62. 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 408 ; Jersey Collection, I. 374.] 

^acft for mp fl^onep ; 

nDc^cnption of tf)t operation 
£Df S>acfe tSat w mlVH in tJje ^pani^S illation. 

Then buy it, deny it, like it or leave it, 

Not one amongst ten but is willing to haye it. 

The Tune is, TFet and Weary. [See p. 318.] 

GOOD FELLOWS all, both great and small, 
Rejoyce at this my Ditty, 
Whilst I do sing, good newes I bring 

To the Countrey and the City ; 
Let every Lad and Lass be glarl, 

(For who will true Love smother ?) 
And being here, my joy and dear, 
We'l kindly kiss each other : 

320 Sack for my Monoy. 

The purest Wine so hrisTc and fine, 

The Alligant and Sherry, 
/ hold it good to purge the hlood, 

And make the sences merry. 12 

'Tis sparkling Sack that binds the back, 

And cherishes the heart, boys ! 
For recompence just eighteen pence, 

You must give for a Quart, boys ! 
Away with Beer, and such like gecr, 

That makes our spirits muddy, 
For Wine compleat will do the feat, 

That we all notes can study. 
The purest Wine so brisk and fine, Sfc. ^4 

Eich Malligo is pure, I know, 

To purge out Mclancholly ; l^f- p- 317. 

And he that 's sick it cureth quick, 

And makes their sences jolly ; 
It rarifies the dullest eyes 

Of those that are most paler. 
And bravely can compose a man 

Of a very Prick-lows-Taylor, 
Tlie richest Wine so brisk and fine, ^c. 36 

The mcorest fool shall teach a School 

by Clnrefs operation, 
And make some fight like men of might. 

Or Champions of a Nation ; 
It is more fine than Brandewine, 

The Butterboxes' Poison : [M est, the Dutch. 

Who drinking dares, in Neptune's wars, 

Eeigns Master of the Ocean. [^«" Tromp, 1652. 

Canary Sack makes firm the laclc. 

Both Alligant a7id Sherry 
Are proved good to clear the bloody 

And make the sences merry. 48, 

A longing Lass, whose Custard-face 

Her inward grief discloses. 
With drinking Wine, so sweet and fine. 

Will gain a pair of Roses ; 
It doth revive dead folks alive. 

And helps their former weakness : 
It is so pure that it doth cure 

A Maiden of her sickness. 
This Ehenish Wine, so brisk and fine, Sfc. 60 

Sack for my Money. 321 

The Drawer still the same shall fill, 

To elevate the heart, boys ! 
For Rhenish gay you now must pay 

Just twelve pence for a Quart, boys : 
Who would be ty'de to Brewers' side, 

Whose measures do so vary, 
When we may sit, to raise our wit, 

With drinking of Canary? 
The purest Wine, 8fc. 72 

The French Wine pure for 7 pence sure 

You shall have choice and plenty, 
At this same rate, to drink in Plate, 

Which is both good and dainty : 
A maunding Cove that doth it love, [ = vagabond beggar. 

'Twill make him dance and caper. 
And Captain Puff -viiW have enuff [See iv^of*- at end. 

To make him brag and vapor. 
The purest Wine so brisk and fine, 

The Alligant and Sherry, 
I hold it good to purge the blood, 

And make the sences merry. 84 

And also we that do agree. 

As one, for boon good fellows, 
We'l sing and laugh and stoutly quaff, 

And quite renounce the Alehouse ; 
For Ale and Beer are now both dear, 

The price is rais'd in either, 
Then let us all, both great and small. 

To th' Tavern walk together : 
The purest Wine, 8fc. 96 

The Tradesmen may at any day, 

For their own recreation, 
Be welcome still to Ralph or Will, 

And have aecommodiition. 
For why ? their Coyn will buy the Wine, 

And cause a running Barrel ; 
But if you'r drunk, your wits are sunk. 

And gorill'd guts will quarrel. C gorUVd= twisted. 

The purest Wine, ^c. 108 

The Cobler fast will stay the last. 

For he's a lusty drinker, 
He'l pawn his Soul to have a Bowl, 

To drink to Tom the Tinker : 


^22 Sack for luy Money. 

The Broom-mail he will he as free, 

To drink couragious flashes ; 
If Cole grow scant, before he'l want, [(7u«/=cash. 

He'l burn his Brooms to Ashes, 
The purest TFine, Sfc. 120 

The Fidling Crowd that grows so proud, 

Will pawn their Pipes and Fiddles ; 
They'l strike and crack with bowls of Sack, 

And cut the queerest whiddles. 
They'l rant and tare like men of War, 

Their voyces roar like Thunder, 
And growing curst, their Fiddles burst, 

And break 'ura all asunder. 
The purest TFine, ^'c. 132 

The Country Blades with their own Maids 

At every merry meeting. 
For Ale and Cakes at their Town Wakes, 

Which they did give their Sweetings, 
Upon their friend a Crown will spend, 

In Sack that is so trusty, 
'Twill please a Maid that is decay'd. 

And make a Body lusty : 
Be ruVd by me, afid we'l ayree, 

To drink both Sack and Sherry, 
T'or that is yood to cleanse the blood, 

And make our sences merry. 144 

London, Printed for TF. Gilbertson in GiUspiir-street. 

[In Black-letter, with three woodcuts : 1st and 2nd are mutilated, top halves of 
a black-hatted man (p. 33) and a woman with peaked head-dress (p. 66) : the 
3rd is on p. 319, it originally belonged to Sam liowlands's MelanchoUe Knight, 
1615 (see p. 314, and vol. iv. p. 47). Date of ballad-issue, circa 1642-52.] 

*** We learn incidentally the current prices of various wines in favour, at date 
circa 1643 ; perhaps a few years earlier. Our royster was choice in his tipple, 
and drank no malt liquor while he could pay his grape shot. This was excusable, 
before the days of Bass, Allsop, and Rigden. Eighteen pence a quart was paid for 
sack ; twelve pence a quart for E,henish ; " pure French wine " for seven pence : 
he ought to have defined the precise colour or locality. It was to be drunk 
in plate, and champagne goes better in glass, " Glasses, glasses, is the only 
drinking ! " as Falstaft declared ; but he had an object in preference, since 
Dame Quickly was thereby induced to pawn her plate. Claret being specified in 
the fourth stanza, with champagne, the " French wine " may be either red or 
white. We learn that "Ale and beer are both now dear; the price is rais'd 
in either." The Birth, Life, etc., of Jack Fuffe, Gentleman, was printed in 1642. 



Eeturn of tfie jTigute of Ctoo. 

" Full forty years the Royal Crown hath been his father's and his own ; 
And is there any one but he that in the same shall sharers be ? 
For who better may the Scepter sway than he that hath such right to reign ? 
Then let's hope for a Peace, for the wars will not cease 
Till the King enjoys his own again. 

" Though for a time we see White-Hall with cobweb -hangings on the wall, 
Instead of gold and silver brave, which formerly 'twas wont to have, 
With rich perfume in every room, delightful to that Princely ti-ain, 
Which again shall be, lohen the time you see 
That the King enjoys his own again .' " 

— Martin Parker, circa 1646. 

HE reaction from Puritanic tyranny and hypocrisy caused some 
excesses of conviviality and licentiousness when the Restoration 
took place in May, 1660. Shortly before that date was issued the 
rare Ballad anticipative of the " Return of the Figure of Two," 
i.e. the lleturn of Charles the Second. It was sung during tlie 
last years of the Interregnum to the good old tune of Ragged and 
Tome and True ; the same tune as Old Sir Simon the King (see 
p. 276). There is a lively cheerfulness in the present Cavalier ditty 
that rejoices the heart. To its loyal wishes for the coronation of 
the Second Charles there is so little disguise, that worthy C. H., the 
author, would have met with sharp punishment had Don Lamberto 
and Fleetwood laid hands on him. Since they could not identify 
the holder of the initials, it is pardonable for us to hesitate. Let it 
suffice to affirm, at present, that he is the same C. H, who, in 1655, 
wrote the ballad mentioned on our pp. 307, 309 : " The Birds' Noats 
on Mag-daj last, wherein many passages were discovered about 
London in the fields between Young Men and Maids, Lovers and 
their Sweethearts, Lords and Ladies, Men and their Mistresses : " 

These birds doth spie the City round, 
Their noats there's many true hath found : 
Keep close your tongues wheresoe'er you walk. 
For fear some Birds should hear you talk. 

To the tune of, Doivn in a Meadoiv [the river running clear']. The 
lark, blackbird, raven, jackdaw, magpie, swallow, cuckoo, and 
parrot, figure in the ballad. We give the opening stanza on p. 309, 
beginning " In the merry month oi May, when pretty Birds do sing." 

%* The second Charles being " The Figure of 2," we are to understand by 
"the rest of the issue renowned" James, Duke of York, George, Duke of 
Gloucester (who died in 1660), and the Princess Henrietta, their sister, whose 
marriage to the Duke of Orleans and her unhappy death are among the saddest 
events in the fatal chronicles of the Stuarts, our English Atridse, 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 344 ; Jersey, I. 372.] 

[z\)t ifigurt of 2 J 

sperrp neto song, tugcmn pou map tjirto 
CIjc Dnnlung I9faltlj0 of a Jotjial Cccto, 
^0 t' fiappie IRetucu of rljc i^iguit of %\X)0. 

The Tune is, Hanged and Torn and True. [See p. 27G.] 

I Have beene a Traveller lon{?, 
And seen the Conditions of all ; 
I see how each other they wrong, 

And the weakest still go to the wall : 
And here I'll begin to relate 

The crosse condition of those, 
That hinder our happy state, 

And now are turned our Foes. 
Ilere's a health to the Figure of Two, 

To the rest of the issue retiown'd; 
Wee' I bid all our sorrows adieu, 

When the Figure of Two shall he crownW. 

I crossed the Ocean of late, 

And there I did meet with a crosse ; 
But having a pretty estate, 

I never lamented my losse, 
I never lamented my harmes, 

And yet I was wondrous sad, 
I found all the Land up in Armes, 

And I thought all the folk had bin mad. 
SJFLere s a Health to the Figure of Two, etc.^ 

Kind Country-men, how fell you out? 

1 left you all quiet and still ; 
But things are now brought so about, 

You nothing but Plunder and Kill : 
Some doe seeme seemingly holy, 

And would be Reformers of men ; ^ 
But wisdome doth laugh at their folly, 

And sayes, they'l be Children agen. 
Mere's a Health to the Figure of Two, etc. 

[Spo Xiite. 




The IL^ppu Return of the Figure of T/ro. 325 

But woe to the Figure of One, [Chm-ies i. 

King Solomon telleth us so ; 
But he shall be wronged by none 

That hath two strings to his Bow. 
How I love this Figure of Two, 

Among all the Figures that be, 
I'le make it appeare unto you, 

If that you will listen to me. 
ITere^s a Stealth to the Figure of Two, 

To the rest of the Isstie Renoivn'd, 
TFee'l bid all our Sorroioes adieu 

[ TFhen the Figure of Two shall he croivn\l.~\ 48 

Observe when the weather is cold, 

I weare a Cap on my head, 
But wish, if I may be so bold, 

The Figure of Two in my bed. 
Two in my bed I do crave, 

And that is my selfe and my Mate ; 
But pray doe not think I would have 

Two great large homes on my pate. 
Here^s a Health to the Figure of Two, 

To the rest of the Issue Renown' d, 
Wee'l hid all our Sorrowes adieu 

When the Figure of Two shall he Crown'' d. 60 

Since Nature hath given two hands. 

But when they are foule, I might scorne them. 
Yet people thus much understands 

Two fine white gloves will adorn them : 
Two feet for to beare up my body, 

]S"o more had the Knight of the Sun,* 
But people would thinke me a noddy 

If two shooes I would not put on. 
Here's a Health to the Figure of Two, 

To the rest of the Issue Renowned, 
Wee' I bid all our Sorrowes adieu 

When the Figure of Two shall he Crown' d. 72 

1 As with Rabelais, so here, the drolling is used to partially disguise the 
serious onslaught against political abuses and hypocritical cant. 

* The hero of an old B. L. romance in Nine Books, of which the beginning is 
entitled, The First Part of the Mirrour of Princely Peedes and Knighthood. 
Wherein is showed the worthinesse of the Knight of the Sunne and his brother 
Eosicleer, sonnes to the great Emperour Trebatio : with the straunge loue of the 
beautifull and excellent Princesse Briana, and the valiaunt actes of other noble 
Princes and Knightes. Now newly translated out of Spanish by M[argaret] 
T[iler]. Imprinted at London by Thomas Este [1579], 

326 The Sappy Return of the Figure of Two. 

The Figure of Two is a thing 

That we cannot well live without, 
No more than without a good King, 

Though we be never so stout : 
And this we may well understand. 

If ever our Troubles should cease, 
Two needfull things in the Land 

Is a King, and a Justice of Peace. 
Here's a health to the Figure of Two, 

To the rest of the Issue Renown d, 
JFeeH bid all our Sorrows adieu 

When the Figure of Two shall he Croxcn'd. 84 

And now for to draw to an end, 

I wish a good happie conclusion. 
The State would so much stand our friend 

To end this unhappie Confusion : 
The which might be done in a trice, 

In giving ot desar his due, 
If we were so honest and wise. 

To thinke on the Figure of Two. 
Here's a health to the Figure of Two, 

To the rest of the Issue Renown' d, 
Wee'l bid all our Sorrowes adieu 

When the Figure of Two shall he Crown' d. 96 

If any desire to know 

This Eiddle, I now will unfold. 
It is a Man wrapped in woe. 

Whose Father is wrapped in mould : 
So now to conclude my Song, 

I mention him so much the rather, 
Because he hath suff'red some wrong. 

And bcares up the name of his Father. 
Here's a Health to the Figure of Two, 

To the rest of the Issue Renoivn'd, 
Wee' I hid all our Sorroioes adieu 

When the Figure of Two shall he Crown' d. 108 

C. H. 

[rtiblisher's name cut off Roxburghe copy. Three woodcuts: 1st on p. 324; 
2u(l on p. 313; and 3rd on p. '227. Date, probably soon after September, 
1658, and certainly before the Eestoration, in May, 1060.] 


C6e Prot)igal'0 Eesolution. 

" Come "Worldlings, see what paines I here do take, 
To Gather Gold while here on earth I rake." 

" Come, Prodigals, your selves that loves to flatter, 
Eehold my fall, that with the Forks doth scatter ! " vCf. p. 335.] 

— Martin Parker, 1638. 

[For the other half of this cut see p. 335.] 

THE bygone generation celebrated in the ensuing ballad was a 
race of greedy usurers, and the rollicking Hector, who sings 
to us about his Resolution, is their prodigal offspring. While the 
old thus gather gold with a rake, the young scatter it with a 
prong-fork, according to the proverb and the Roxhirghe Ballad of 
April, 1638 (of which the true title is "Gather-Gold the Father, 
IScatter-Gold the Son "), beginning, " Come, come, my brave gold." 

828 Thomas Jordan's " ProdiyaVs liesolutioit." 

Our affection attaches itself to the liberal disperser, instead of the 
penurious and defrauding Hunks whose wealth he re-distributes. 
The via media is best, no doubt, as in other things, but if we must 
have an extreme rebound of the pendulum, let us prefer the Prodigal. 
He may repent : but the miser never does. We shall find the 
correctives to " The Prodigal's Resolution " in some ballads by John 
Wade and Thomas Lanfiere. William Hogarth told the same story 
of a miserly usurer's Prodigal Son in his " Kake's Progress," 1735. 

'J'he tune to which the ballad was sung had been known under 
the title of Jamaica, and is in The Dancing Master (1670, p. 142), 
and Pills to Purge Melancholy, iii, 45. Also in several Ballad-Operas. 
The earliest appearance of the Prodigal's Song is in the Civic 
pageant of 1672, written by Thomas Jordan, the Mayoralty Laureate, 
"London Triumphant; or, The City in Jollity and Splendour." 
Sir Itobert Hanson of the Grocers' Company was the dignitary of 
the occasion. At the dinner were sung five songs written by 
Thomas Jordan : 1st, The Planter's Song, beginning " This wilderness 
is a place full of bliss ; " 2nd, a review of the times, " Let's drink and 
di-oll, and dance, and sing," to the tune of With a fading; 3rd, The 
Discontented Cavelier, "I'll never trust good-fellow more"; 4th, 
Touch and go : " Oh ! w^ho would fix his eyes upon these fading 
joyes under the Sun ? " and lastly, our " I am a lusty lively lad ! " 
which has been reprinted by llitson in \\\?> Ancient Songs, 1790: 
also by Frederick William Fairholt, F.S.A., in his Civic Garland 
for the Percy Society, 1845 (vol. xix'. p. 48). 

There was more liberality of feeling among merchants who 
assembled at a Guildhall dinner in 1672 than could be found ten or 
twelve years later, when bitter sectarianism had spoiled all harmony 
and compelled the cessation of the civic entertainment in 1682 and 
1683. It was resumed by Thomas Jordan in 1684, his last Pageant, 
After Jordan's death, Matthew Taubman succeeded to the office. 
The jest against usury could not have been pleasant in the ears of 
Slingsby Bethel, or Sir Thomas Clayton, and others of that stamp, 
who united sanctimonious hypocrisy with the practice of men who 
were "keen hands at the grindstone." 

The Prodigal's experience has been won among loose fish. He has acquired 
their canting dialect, and patters flash like a cadger or a Whitefriars bully-boy. 
Usurers of " thirty in tlie hundred " were fain, like Nigel's Trapbois, to reside in 
Alsatia, and be on friendly terms Avith its rulers. " The son of old Johu 
Thrashiugton " speaks of ^ beggar'' s-velvet,' which we take to be mole-skin; 
handsome to the eye, but offensive in scent. There were two towns named 
Washington ; one in Durham, the other in Sussex : Jordan probably named 
his own birthplace. As to the ' Doxies ' and ' Dells ' (by modem euphemism 
styled "soiled doves" and Anonymas), see the ^^ Amanda Group of Bag ford 
Poems.''^ The earliest known allusion to Punchinello as played in England, is in 
line 25. The last two stanzas on p. 330 are additional to the Pageant original. 


[R. C. IV. 82 ; Pepys, IV. 240 ; Jersey, I. 189 ; Huth, II. 60 ; C. 22, fol. 167-] 

[€fft i^xohisaVs] i3^tsolntion ; 

^p fatf)n tt)a0 Born htfott mu 

To A Pleasant New Tune {Jamaica. See p. 328]. 

I Am a lusty lively Lad, now come to one-and-twenty. 
My Father left me all he had, hoth Gold and Silver plenty; 
Kow he's in Grave, I will be brave, the Ladies shall adore me, 
I'le court and kiss, what hurt's in this ? M>/ Bad did so before me. 

My Father was a thrifty Sir, till soul and body sundred. 

Some say he was an Usurer, for thirty in the hundred ; 

He scrapt & scatch'd, she pincht &patch'd that in her body bore me; 

But I'le let flye, a good cause why — Mi/ father was lorn before me. 

My Daddy had his Duty done, in getting so much treasure, 

I'le be as dutiful a Son, for spending it in pleasure : 

Five pounds a quart shall cheer my heart, such Nectar will restore mc, 

When Ladies call, I'le have at all ; My Father was born before me. 

My Grandam liv'd at Washington, my Grandsir delv'd in Ditches, 
The Son of old John Thrashington, whose lanthorn leathern Breeches 
Cry'd, ' Whither go ye, whether go ye ? ' though men do now adore me, 
They ne'r did see my Pedigree, Nor tvho ivas born before me. 16 

My grandsir striv'd and wiv'd and thriv'd, till he did Eiohes gather, 
And when he had much wealth atchiev'd, then he got my Father : 

830 Thomas Jordan's " Piodi(jar>i Raohition. 

Of happy memory, cry I, that e're his Mother bore him, 

I had not been worth one penny. Had I been born before him. ["ap." 

To Free-school Cambridge, and Gray s-Lin, my Grey-coat Grandsir 

put him. 
Till to forget (he did begin) the Leathern-Breech that got him : 
One dealt in Straw, 'tother in Law, the one did Ditch and Delve it, 
My Father store of Satin wore, my Grandsir Beggar's Velvet. [ =Mole-skin. 

So get I wealth, what care I if my Grandsir were a Sawyer? 
My Father prov'd to be a chief, subtle and learned Lawyer, 
By CooJc's Reports and tricks in Court, he did with Treasure store me, 
That I may say, Heavens bless the day, 3ftj Father ivas born before me ! 

Some say of late, a Merchant that had gotten store of Riches, 
In's Drinking-room hung up his Hat, his staff and Leathern Breeches, 
His stockings, garter'd up with straws, e're Providence did store him; 
His Son was Sheriff of London, 'cause, Ilis Father was born before him. 

So many blades that rant in silk, and put on Scarlet Cloathing, 
At first did spring from Butter-milk, their Ancestors worth nothing : 
Old Adam, and our Grandara Fee, by digging and by spinning, 
Did to all Kings and Princes give their Radical beginning. 36 

My Father, to get me estate, though selfish, yet was slavish ; 
I'le spend it at another rate, and be as lewdly lavish : 
From Mad-men, Fools, and knaves he did litigiously receive it, 
]f so he did, Justice forbid, but I to such should leave it. 

At Play-houses, and Tennis-Court, I'le prove a noble Fellow, 
I'le Court my Doxies to the sport, of brave Punchinello ; tP- 328. 
I'le Dice and Drab, and Drink and stab, no Hector shall out-roar me ; 
If Teachers tell me tales of Hell, My Father has gone before me. 
[Here ends Thomas Jordan's Civic-Pageant song.] 

Our aged Counsellors would have us live by Rule and Reason, 
'Cause they are marching to the Grave, and pleasure's out of season ; 
I'le learn to Dance the Mode of France, that Ladies may adore me ; 
My thrifty Dad no pleasure had, Though he ivas bom before me. 48 

I'le to the Court, where Venus' sport doth revel it in plenty, 
I'le deal with all, both great and small, from twelve to five-and-twenty : 
In Play-houses I'le spend my days, for they 're hung round with PLickets, 
Ladies, make room ! behold I come ! have at your Knocking Jackets ! 

[Printed for] F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. 
Thackeray, and T. Passin\_ger~\. 

[Black-letter. Four woodcuts : 1st, the Cavalier of p. 81, Left; 2nd, and 4th, 
on p. 329 ; the Lady (from a Civil-War tract, " Here s Jack in a Box,'''' 16-56, 
wherein she stands with right foot on a barrel) ; 3rd, on p. 137. Date, 1672.] 


a (^oon Witt Is a portion cDerp Daj?. 

" AVoman ! whom we tried to please, 
And foimd a vixen, prone to tease, 
When comes the pmch, and cash runs low, 
You always cry, ' I told you so ! ' " 

— Tercentenary Edition of Marmion, 2108, 

Immediately preceding John Wade's laudation of "a Good 
"Wife" in the Roxburghe Collection is "A Godly Guide of Directions 
for true Penitent Sinners in these troubled times," etc., beginning, 
"Good People all, I pray you understand These verses now which 
I do take in hand." It is by Robert Tipping, and sung to the 
lachrymose tune of Aim not too high, at things beyond thy reach (for 
which ballad see Roxb. Coll., II. 189, to be reprinted in next 
volume) ; the same tune as Fortune, my Foe. 

Great is the gain for us, who escape from Robert Tipping's dreary 
conventicle whine of Pietistic "Directions," and find ourselves in 
company with the mirthful John Wade, a man who knows his way 
about town, able to pilot us amid the red lattices, without danger 
of pollution from any bona roba or apple-squire. Scarcely claiming 
to be an Olympian Bard, our jovial ballad-writer had learnt his own 
business, with sufficient skill to pour out his lively ditties to his 
favourite tunes. He warns boon companions against prodigal waste 
of time, health, and money. He chants the praise of temperance 
and matrimonial comforts. He does so here, celebrating the merits 
of a good wife. No doubt he possessed one himself, and drew the 
picture from life. On the whole, he proved to be a kind and loving 
husband, after having sown his crop of wild oats. In earlier days 
he may have stayed too long at the tavern, now and then, neglecting 
business next morning, : this caused the Robert Tipping people to 
tui-n up the whites of their eyes in doleful reprobation. But Wade 
had no evil temper to disturb him. He may have failed to exert 
himself for the worldly advancement of his children, and caused his 
wife some anxious moments until the latch clicked in " the wee 
smu' hours ayont the Twal " ; but liis unfailing good humour made 
amends. His humble home was happier than many a mansion 
inhabited by sanctimonious Cromwellian interlopers, who had 
fraudulently obtained the heritage of despoiled Cavaliers, and kept 
tight grip of the unholy spoil, while sectarian spite and purse-pride 
made the grim-visaged household peevish. To John Wade men turned 
for companionship at odd hours, when weary of the noise and 
self-proclamation so dear to schismatics and rebels. The date of his 
present song is probably cired 1673. In Mr. Chappell's Popular 
Music of the Oldeti Time, on p. 121, is given the merry lilting tune, 
Pack ing ton'' s Pound, of which singers and hearers never wearied. 


[Roxburgbe Collection, II. 191; Jersey, I. 153; Douce, I. 90 verso; "Wood, 
401, fol. 131 ; Eawlinson, 210.] 

^ d^ooUMtfe is a i^ortton et}erp Dap; 


SDialogiie tiiscoljcnng a gooti ttfe from a bati. 

And happy is that man that hath such a one. 
The Tune is, Pacldngton^ s Pound. J[olin] "Wade. 

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1 ^mlK ^1 AV'^f lUf/f- 



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("^Ome, younp; men, and listen to what I'le you show, 
J then William^ and Harry, and Robin, and «7b/<??, 
When as you are minded a wooing to go, 
for these Lines do concern you every one : 
And what I declare 
I'le make it appear, 
From Eve it sprang out, and has last' till this year, 
For though she icas Mail's fall, mark what I say, 
A good Wife is a portion every day. 

For a good wife will be saving and fearful to waste, 

but keep all things together so near as she can, 
"When that a Spendthrift will let fly as fast, 
and seeks by all means to undo her good man ; 
Though he carps and doth care, 
She'l not pinch nor spare. 
But junket abroad, and must have her fine cheer, 
8he thinks what she brought ivill never decay : 
When a good Wife is a portion every day. 


John Wade's " Good Wife is a Portion every Day.'" 333 

A wife that is vertnous and civil beside 

will honour her Husband, his words she'l obey ; 
She'l not strive to cross him, what ever betide, 

but make all things well when these should be a[stray] : 
With fair words she'l him draw 
To submit to her Law ; 
Though his Beard it be frozen, in time she'l it thaw : 
Although he he given to wander and stray, 
A good wife ivill lead him into the right ivay. '27 

But she that takes no care but only for Pride 

how Buckle and Thong together to hold, 
She will have her humour whatever betide, 
or else day and night at him she will scold : 
For let a man starve, 
As I am alive. 
First he must ask his wife if he shall thrive : 
And if she sags " ]Vo/^^ his Estate loill decay ; 
When a good Wife is a portion every day. 'i'o 

If a young man hath but little withal to begin, 

if he lights of a good wife, his stock will increase ; 
What he gets without doors she'l save it within, 
and if he be froward, she'l strive to keep peace : 
When a ci'oss-grained wife, 
That's given to strife, 
Will seek to make a man weary on 's life : 
What e're he says to her, she'' I not him oley ; 
Wheji a good wife is a portion every day. 45 

Therefore, young Batchellors, wherever you be, 

let not this money your hearts so bewitch. 
For 't 'ant that which makes a good husband you see, 
nor Means altogether don't make a man rich. 
The reason I'le show you why. 
You shan't say I lye, 
She that brings a great deal looks to be maintained high ; 
Her costly Attire an Estate will decay, 
When a good wife \fs a Portion every daij']. 54 

I heard of two Brothers, the one was the Heir, 

(the other had little at all to begin ;) 
He married a wife that was both rich and fair, 
then for his poor Brother he car'd not a pin : 
For he did live high. 
And his wife she let flye 
His means, till she brought him to poverty, 
Then to his poor brother he sighed and did say., 
A good wife \is a Portion every day\ 63 

334 John Wade's " Good Wife is a Portion every Z)^///." 

Thus you may see how some are made poor, 

and some that hath but little to fortune doth rise ; 
Then he that has a good wife, make much of her therefore, 
and do not against her no mischief devise : 
But some men cannot see, 
When as they well be, 
But seek for to ruin their Family : 

Tlien all the blame on the poor xooman they lay, 

When a good [wife is a Portion every day~\. 11 

He that has a good wife, happy is that man, ^^f- p- •''•i'^- 

if he does his endeavour his Living to get. 
And not spend it abroad in Pot nor in Can, 
she'l strive nlwaics to keep him out of Debt ; 
Good Counsel she'l him give, 
If he'l it receive. 
And set him all times in a way for to live : 

But a ivife that is froward, his Estate ivill decay, 

But a good \_ivife is a Portion every day'j. 81 

But, young men, you'l say how should a man know 

how to choose a good wife from a bad: 
In few lines I here will you show, 

and teach you that will make your hearts glad : 
Chuse one that is civil, 
And strives to shun evil, 
Por some are too cunning, I think, for the Devil ; 
But she that tfieans honest will keep the right tv[ay,'\ 
WJien a good [ Wife is a Portion every day~\. 90 

Be sure don't take a wife that will swear and lye, 

nor one that is given to flout or to jeer, 
Though she has ne'r so much means, she'l make all flyo, 
and spend more in a week than thou'lt get in a year ; 
Nor do not take one 
That's too fluent in tongue, 
She'l always be tattling of that she knows none, 
Though it be nonsence, she will have her ivay ; 
When a good \wife^s a portioyi every day\ 99 

But if thou art minded for to have a Mate, 

chuse one that is vertuous and civil beside ; 
Although thou art poor, she'l live at the same rate, 

and with patience will wait till thou can'st better provide. 
For content is a thing 
That comfort doth bring, 
It makes a poor man as well as a Lord to sing : 
Then let the red shank or Dane deny ivhat I say, 
If a good wife \be not a Portion every day']. 108 

John Wade's " Good Wife i.s a Portion every Dnij^ 335 

Concluding my ditty of what I have told, 

make much of thy wife tho' thou'rt never so poor ; 
And if thou'st got children, esteem them as gold, 
then thou 'It find a Salve for to cure thy sore : 
To work do thou strive 
To keep them alive, 
As thy charge grows up, thy stock it will thrive. 
Then young men, rememher these ivords that I say, 
A good Wife is a Portion every day. 



PrintedforP. BrooJcsby atthe Golden £aU,near the Hospital-Gate, West-Smithjield. 

[Black-letter. Three woodcuts : two on p. 332 ; 3rd, oval on p. 173. Date, 1673. 
This cut, additional, is the right hand portion of one on p. 327, showing the 
Usurer, Gather-Gold, and his Prodigal Son, Scatter -Gold. The tree, halt- 
withered, half "flourishing like a green Bay tree," is symbolical. Martin 
Parker's ballad of our p, 327 was entered to Henry Gosson, 9 Aprilis, 1638.] 



C&e ^eaug ©eart anD a iLigtt Pucsc. 

" Too long have I been a drunken Sot, 
And spent my means on the 13hick Pot, 
Both Jugs and Flagons I loved dear, 
For all my delight was in Strong Beer : 
Once I had Gold, thoiigh now I've none, 
Whilst I had money, they'd wait me upon; 
But now it is turn'd to Farthings three, 
^nd '(is old Ale has undone mc.^' Etc. 

— The Bagford Ballad of Wade's Reformation. 

.NOTHER ballad by John "Wade follows, the same in subject, 
length, and publishers, as his "Wade's Reformation" (for which 
see Bagford Ballads, p. 6), with its Argumentative-moral that 
" Poverty parts good Company." The tune named is, My Lord 
Monk's March to London (IGGO), with an alternative tune-name 
of Now we have our Freedom : probably so called from burden of 
the same lost ditty. Music in The Dancing Master, 1665, No. 25. 

It is strange but true that nearly all the contemporary ballads 
celebrative of George Monk have perished. We have mentioned 
several of these already (on p. 136, and in vol. v. pp. 154, 155). 

Although there are differences apparent (such as alternate rhymes 
instead of consecutive couplets), sufficient resemblance exists in 
rhythm and burden, in addition to similarity of subject and treat- 
ment, to suggest the probability that one and the same tune was 
employed for "The Heavy Heart " and "Wade's Reformation," 
viz., the tune named (from the burden of the latter, as shown in our 
motto above,) It is Old Ale hath undone me ; which certainly agrees 
with The Maid is best that lyes alone, beginning, " You young 
Maids that would live chary" (see Bagford Ballads, p. 1020), and 
this itself is another ballad by John Wade, of anterior publication. 
But we suppose "The Heavy Heart" to be earliest of the three. 
As one sang in the play of CromweWs Conspiracy, acted in 1660 : — 

" "Wlien I do travel, in the night, the Brewer's Dog my brains doth bite, 
My heart groios heavy, and my heels grow light ; And 1 like my Humour, well. 
" When with upsie frieze I line my head, my Hostess's cellar is my bed, 
The World's our own, and the Divel is dead ; And I like my Humour well. . . 

" Then I gi-ope to bed, but miss the way, forget me where my clothes I lay, 
I call for drink by break of day ; and I like my Humour, ivell, well.'" 

Another ballad with the burden of The Maid is the best that lyes 
alone, begins, "Oft have I heard the Wives complain" (Pepys 
Coll., V. 219). It is entitled, "The Virgin's Advice to the Maids 
of London." Tune of " Oh ! that I were young for youT Printed 
by Charles Barnet, who flourished late in the seventeenth century. 


[Roxburglie Collection, II. p. 210 ; Bagford, II. 57 ; Euiug, No. 136 ; Jersey, 

I. 305 ; Huth, I. 129.] 

Cl)e i^eabp i^eart, anD a JLigl)t 

Being tgc CooD i?cI(otD'0 Fintiication to all §10 i?ellote= 


^ISEisl^mcf t|)em all to fja&e a care, 

antj keep out of tl)e ^le^toiiics snare, 

for inljcn t|}eg are out gou mag rjct m, 

iut in{}cn gou are in gou ean't get out [agcn] ; 

tl}ts bg ciperfence \)z Ijatf) founb true, 

but noin \)z bills tf)em all atiieu. 

This Song it was composed and made, 

By a Loyal heart that is called John Wade. 

Tune op Mj/ Lord Monies March to London, or, JVow tve have our 
Freedom, etc. [See p. 336.] 

Fun fifty "Winters have I seen, yet nine and forty too many, 
Except that I had better been, and not spend my means so vainly : 
For I did rore, and spend my store, no company could shun me ; 
But now I find, and bear in mind, mt/ kind heart hath undone me. 8 

Once I had means and lived ■well, my neighbours all they know it ; 
But, by the ringing of the Ale-wives' bell, I quickly did forgo it. 
My Land I sold for silver and gold, they theti so easily won me, 
Which makes me say, as well I may, my hind heart hath undone me. 

My "Wife she would me [oft] intreat for to be[come] more wiser ; 
Then I told her with anger great, ** It's rare to be a Miser : " 
" Hang it (quoth I), let money fly, sorrow shall ne'r o'rerun me ;" 
But now I see, I was so free, that my hind heart hath undone me. 24 

Before I'd give one penny to my wife, I'd spend two with my fellows ; 
M V children must fast, which bred much strife, whilst I sate in the Ale-house ; 
"Whilst I drank sack, they small beer did lack, no grief could over-run me, 
They li^ed in want, whilst I did rant till my kind heart had undone me. 

So long as I had store of coyn, I'de never leave my ranting, 
"Whilst I did with good fellows joyn, my wife she sate a wanting. 
Though they did cry, yet what car'd I, sorrow should ne'r o'rerun me : 
Let who wou'd call, I'de pay for all, till my kind heart had undone me. 

Here would I trust, there would I lend, and spend my money vainly ; 
For strong liquor I oft would send, now I must tell you plainly. 
My children they would to me pray, " Good Father, let company shun ye ; " 
Yet I'de not spare, nor for them care, till my kind heart had undone me. 

VOL. VI. z 

338 Wade's " Heavy Ueart and Light Purse." 

I had good house, I had good land, and lived in good behaviour ; 
But I spent it all at their command, now jeers me for my labour. 
My Hostis she would wait on me, my Host then easily won me, 
'Cause they did see that I was free, till my hind heart had undone me. 

"Run Tap, run Tapster,"! would cry, "hang sorrow, let's be merry!" 
My gold and silver I let fly in both White-wine and Sherry ; 
For my own part, I ne'r will start, no company will shun me, 
Good fellows all I in would call, till my kind heart had undone me. 

My Hostis she would still provide for me Larks, Chickens and Cony ; 
To bed at night she would me guide, but 'twas for the sake of my money ! 
She would me hap, ray head would cap, thus by their tricks they won me ; 
Thus with a pin they drew me in, till my kind heart had undone me. 

My Hostis she was very wise, if that my head grew adle, 
I' th' morn as soon as I could rise, she would provide me a Caudel. 
Then comes my Host strait with a Toast, saying, " Boy , I'le not shun thee." 
Thus by their wile, they me beguile, till my kind heart hath undone me. 

But when that I no money had, to call I could not leave it ; 
To be rid of me then they was glad, at last they did perceive it. 
Then where I spent and money lent, they strait began to shun me ; 
My Hostis Broivn began to frown, tvhen my kind heart hath undone me. 

I sent my child, thought to prevail, a shilling for to borrow. 
Or else to trust me two (juarts of ale, lo, thus began my sorrow ! 
She'd send me none, bid her be gone ! thus grief did over-run me : 
Pul 1 f ourty pound with her I drown'd, till my kindheart hath undone me. 

So by that means I strait grew wise, and quickly left my ranting, 
You'l say 'twas time to be precise, when every thing was wanting. 
For I scarce had to buy me bread, grief did so over-run me ; 
They did not care, though poor I were, when my kindheart hath undone m.e . 

Now I wish good fellows every one in time for to be ruled, 

Let Alewifes sing a mournful Song, and never by them be fooled. 

You that do spend, in time amend, before grief over-run ye, 

Those that do rant in time may want,/or my kind heart hath undone me. 

If I had but half that I spent in vain, methinks I should live in bravery, 
For I lived once and paid no rent, though now I am bound to slavery ; 
For I am poor, turn'd out of door, grief doth so over-run me : 
So farewel all, both great and small! /or my kind heart hath undone me. 

[Publisher's name cut off from Eoxburghe copy : Bagford'f? was printed for /. 
Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. Black-letter. Woodcut, p. 227. We 
read " in bravery " (final stanza), for mis-rhymed "bravely." Date, 1660-70.] 


Cf)e <^ooD jFellotti's CongiDeration, 

Falstaff. — " If I do grow great, I'll grow less ; for I'll purge and leave Sack, 
and live cleanly as a nobleman should do." . . . 

Boll Tenrsheet {to Falsiaff). — " Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew Boar- 
pig, when wilt thou leave fighting o' days and foining o' nights, and begin 
to patch up thy old body for Heaven ?" 

Falstaff. — " Peace, good Z'o/*; / do not speak like a death's-head! Do not bid 
me to remember mine end." — 1st Renry IV. v. 4 ; 2ud, ii. 4. 

JIhOMAS LANFIERE, like Johi^ Wade, seems to have loved 
well the utterance of warnings against improvidence and excess in 
tavern-haunting. jS'o doubt, he had purchased his experience at 
the harsh school where such good lessons are taught. He is no 
railer or canter, and not cynical, although he shows the heartless- 
ness of the hostess or the boon companions who are ready to tread 
on a man when his coin has run out. Here, as elsewhere (compare 
our p. 216), the primary sense of "a good Husband" is one who 
lays up a store for a rainy day, and without reference to his being 
married or single. Thus (on p. 343), in the same author's ballad, 
"The Good Fellow's Eesolution," "I have been a bad Husband 
this full fifteen year," he means not matrimonial infidelities, but 
simply laments the prodigal waste of cash, health, and time. The 
use of a catch- word or refrain is seen in the burden of each verse, 
" And keep my money in store." So that the wise mother-in-law of 
our p. 349, "The Good Wife's Forecast," might approve of this 
repentant spendthrift. Now if a mother-in-law can be propitiated, 
everything else is possible. But it is safer to bury her first. 

" Who came to welcome wife's first Baby, 
And often call'd me ' dolt ' and ' gaby ! ' 
Of whom therefore shall Roxhurghe Lay be? — 
My Mother-in-Law ! 

" Who rul'd the roast, and curst the place, 
Knagging us all unto our face. 
Till she did hence each servant chase ? — 
My Mother-in-Law ! " 

— Whafs his Hymns : not Hers. 

The tune named for " The Good Fellow's Consideration," and 
also for "The Good Fellow's Frollic ; or, Kent-street Club" 
(on p. 351), is the In^g popular Hey, boys, up go we ! whereof an 
earlier name and burden was The Clean Contrary Way. It is given 
in Popular Ihisic of the Olden Time, p. 428. The original words, 
by Francis Quarles, written in 1641, and the adaptation by Tom 
D'TJrfey in 1682, beginning respectively "Know then, my brethren, 
heav'n is clear," and " Now, now the Tories all shall stoop," have 
been reprinted in these Roxhurghe Ballads, vol. iv. pp. 260, 264. 


[Roxbxirghe Collection, II. 195 ; Jersey, II. 15 ; Eiiing, No, 133.] 

^l)e 60013 jfelloto's ConsiDeration ; 


%f)t Ball !^u0faantJ*si amcuDmcnt. 

Here in this Ballad you may see 
What 'tis a bad Husband to be ; 
For drunkcmness most commonly 
Brings many unto poverty. 
And when a man is mean and bare, 
Friends will be scarce both far and near, 
Then in your youth keep money in store, 
Lest in old age you do grow poor. 

Lately written by Thomas Lanfiere, of Watchat town in Sommersetshire. 

To THE Tune of, Meij, Boys, up go tee ! etc. (See preceding page.) 

GOOD Fellows all, come lend an ear, and listen to my song. 
To you in brief I will declare how I have done myself much wrong 
By spending of my money too free : it brought me low and poor ; 
But now a good Husband I will be, mid keep my money in store. 8 

It is well known, the fudling-school I have haunted many [a]year ; 
I wasted my money like a fool both in Wine and strong Beer : 
With my Companions day and night I'de both drink, sing, and roar ; 
But now bad company I'le slight, and keep my money in store. 16 

In the morning sometimes to an Alehouse I'de hye, and tarry there all day, 
Perhaps a crown or an angel I at one reckoning would pay : 
My pocket of money I'de empty make, e're that I would give ore ; 
But now such actions I'le forsake, and keep my money in store. 24 

My hostess she would smile in my face when I did merrily call, 
For why ? she knew I would not be base, but freely pay for all : 
Before the Flaggon was quite out she'd be ready to fill more ; 
But now I mean to look about, and keep my money in store. 32 

STlje Scconti ipart, to the same tune. 

Sometimes she in a merry vein would sit upon my knee, 

And give me kisses one or twain, and all to sweeten me : 

She'd vow I was welcome indeed, and should be evermore ; 

But now I mean for to take heed, and keep my money in store. 40 

Thus 1 frequented the Ale-bench so long as my money would hold ; 
Whilst my Wife and children at home did pinch with hunger and with cold ; 
So I had my guts full of Ale and Beer, I lookt after nothing more, 
But now I mean to have a care, and keep my money in store. 48 

Lanfiere's " Good-Felloivs Consideration" 341 

My wife would often me perswade and mildly to me say, 
" Good loving husband, follow your trade, and go not so astray." 
But with foule words I'de her abuse, and call her bitch and whore ; 
But now her counsel I will chuse, and keep my money in store. 56 

At last, through my lewd wicked vice, I had consumed all ; 

By drunkenness, with Cards and Dice, my stock it was brought small : 

By keeping of bad company I was grown mean and poor; 

But now I'le leave bad husbandry, and keep my money in store. 64 

To my hostess one time I did repair, and desired one courtesie, 
To trust me for half a dozen of beer, but she did me deny : 
She told me she had made a vow to draw no drink on score ; 
But I am fully resolved now to keep my money in store. 72 

Qd. she, *' The Mault-man his money must have, also I must pay excise ; 
If I should trust every drunken knave, where will my money rise ? 
But if you have chink, you may have drink, if you've none, turn out of door." 
But now from the Alehouse I will shrink, and keep my money in store. 

Thus, all good fellows, you may see what 'tis to be in want, 

A man shall not regarded be if money is with him scant : 

But if money you have, tbey'l tend you brave ; if you've none, they will give o're ; 

Then be careful your money for to save, and lay it up in store. 88 

By experience 'tis plainly seen in England far and nigh, 
Those that rich wealthy men has been at last come to poverty : 
By spending too much in wine and beer there is many doth grow poor ; 
Then, good fellows, have a special care to keep your money in store. 

If all bad husbands were of my mind in country and in town. 
The Ale-wives a new trade should find, to pull their fat-sides down : 
They shou'd work hard, both spin and card, we would keep them so poor ; 
And we wou'd be careful our money to save, and lay it up in store. 

Now, all you married men, that are, and Batchelours so gay. 

Of the main chance pray have a care, lest you fall in decay : 

Be sure you time do highly prize 'twill not stay for rich nor poor; 

Good fellows all, I you advise to keep your money in store. 112 

Printed for P. Brookshy at the Golden Ball in West- Smithfield. 

[In Black-letter. Three woodcuts : the 1st is on p. 352, Right ; the 2nd is the 
two-figured cut on p. 247 ; 3rd, a man and dog, is below. Date, circa 1677.] 



Cfje (^oon jFelloto's IResolution, 

♦' When I've a Saxpence under my thumb, 
Then I'll get credit in ilka toun ; 
But ay when I'm poor, they bid me gang by : 
! Poverty parts good company." " [Compare p. 336. 

—David Herd's Scofs So>iffs, 1769, p. 191. 

NOTHER of Thomas Lanfiere's tavern ditties, or " Caveats for 
all Spendthrifts," who evidently needed a considerable number of 
such sermons before they chose to "leave tippling and foining o' 
nights, to patch up their old bodies for heaven " : as expressed on 
p. 339, with more force than reverence. Hy artifice the Hostess is 
tempted to show her cards, and insult the man whom she believes 
to be penniless. 

The Good-Fellows meeting in a Kent-street Club (p. 351) were 
jovial if not select. A Seaman Avas among them and might have 
declared with another Ancient Mariner, " We were a ghastly crew! " 
The Carman brought his whistle, fur which he was renowned, as a 
man who knew and repeated the popular tunes : even so had his 
predecessor in the days of Justice Shallow, who thus picked up the 
over-worn melodies and considered them to be " rich and rare," 
ballads that had been already " culled," his " fancies " and " good- 
nights." Others of the company were, a nimble weaver; a burly 
blacksmith ; a tailor whose nick-name was proverbial ; a lusty 
porter ; a professor of the gentle craft called cobbling, a barber and 
a broom-man. They fell to wrangling, of course, Kent-street (near 
St. George's Church, Southwark) being in evil repute for racket. 
The Ale-wives in that locality seldom deserved more pity, than 
Lanfiere's ; but this one of Kent-street seems to have endured U7ie 
mauvais qiiarte d''heure. She little expected to be herself done so 
considerably like " the ale that was so brown." She decayed, like 
Goldsmith's Madame Blaize, when " her wealth and finery fled : " 

" Let us lament in sorrow sore, for Kent-street well may say 
That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more — she had not died to-day." 

In next volume, a portrait of an Alewife, holding a beer mug 
and a spittoon for smokers, adorns the ballad of " The Good-Fellow's 
Counsel ; or, The Bad Husband's Eecantation." It begins, 

I had no more wit, but was trod under feet, 

and all was for want of money ; 
I daily did walk in the fear of a writ, 

and all was for want of money ; 
But now I'm resolv'd to be more wise, 
And early each morning I mean for to rise, 
There's none for a Sluggard that shall me despise, 

when I have no want of money. 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 200 ; Jersey Collection, II. 268.] 

Cl)t (15ooD jfelloto's laesolution ; 

•Cfie BaD !^u0liauD'0 return from \M foUp* 

Bei'nfl a (Caijeat far all Spmt(=2C]^rifts to bctoare at tf)e ilHani fi^j^anct. 

Here in this Ballad you may see, 
The vain-ness of bad Husbandry : 
Good advice here is to be found, 
The which may save you many a Pound. 

By T. Lanfiere. 
To THE Tune of, The Flow -man' s Ifonour made known. (See p. 345.) 

Brink V other Boivl, Vie foJloio thee. 

J.W E. 

I have been a bad Husband this full fifteen yeai, 
And have spent many pounds in good ale and strong beer : 
I have Ranted in Ale-houses day after day, 
And wasted my time and ray Money away : 
But now I'le beware, and have a great care, 
Lest at the last Poverty falls to my share : 
For now I will lay up my Money in store, 
And I never loill play the had Husband ne more. 8 

Too long I have lived in this idle course, 

In spending my money, which hath made me the worse ; 

When as I had got Silver plentifully, 

I did not regard how fust I let it flye : 

344 Tom Lanfiere's " Good-Fellow^ s Resolution.''^ 

For sometimes I'de spend, and sometimes I'de lend ; j 

But the longest day now I see must have an end : i 

For now \_I toill lay up my Money good store], «&c. 16 ,; 

Sometimes in the Ale-house a week I would sit, 
If I with Good-fellows did chance for to meet, 
Until all my Money was wasted and gone, 
Then it was high time to turn out and go home : 
My proud Hostiss she would look scornful on me. 
And tell me she did not love such Company : 

Bxd now \I tvilllay %ip my Money good store, ^^kc. 24 

Boll Cleanly that lives in the middle of the Town 

Hath first and last of me had many a Crown ; 

If then I did come to her, and bring store of money, 

And call apace for drink, on me she'd look bonny ; 

Both early and late a Boozing I have sat, 

But my Hostis and I now are in great Debate : 

For 71010 \_I will lay xip my Money good store], &c. 32 

Too much unto Garaeing ray self I would use, 

There was no kind of Exercise I did llcfuse ; 

A Crown or an Angel I have lost on a day, 

Which would have been better kept than thrown away : 

Then Beer it was plenty, no Flaggons stood empty. 

Sometimes on the Board stood full eighteen or twenty : 

But now \_I will lay up my Money good store], &c. 40 

Such idle courses I us'd always to take, 

For little account of my Money I'de make ; 

I would call for strong tipple, and make my heart merry, 

But now of such actions truly I am weary : 

Though thread-bare I went, with my cloaths torn and rent. 

Yet I to the Ale-house would always frequent : 

But now \_I will lay up my Money good store], &c. 48 

My Landladys they would seem loving to be, 
If that they saw money was plenty with me ; 
But if that I had none at all for to show, 
They would look coy on me, as if they did not me know : 
And if so be that I was never so dry. 
To trust me a Flaggon some s^Joqj\/^ would deny ; 

But now \_I will lay up my Money good store], &c. 56 

I went to an Hostiss where I us'd to resort. 

And I made her believe that money was short ; 

I askt her to trust me, but she answered " Nay, 

Enough of such Guests I can have every day." 

Then quoth she, " Pray, forbear, there's no staying here, 

Except you have money, you shall have no beer." 

But now \_I will lay up my Money good store], &c. 64 

Tom Lanfiere's " Good Felloio^s Resolution.'" 345 

I puU'd out a handful of Money straightway, 

And shew'd it unto her, to hear what she'd say ; 

Quoth she, '' You shall have Beer and ale of the best, 

You are kindly welcome, I did speak but in jest." 

" no, no," said I, " your words I defie, 

I'le see you hang'd e're with you I'le spend a penny." 

But now \_I will lay up my Money good store], &c. 72 

Thus here you may see and observe it full plain. 
The Ale-wives and Inn-keepers all are for gain ; 
If a man on them spends all that e're he hath got, 
He shall have no thanks, but be counted a Sot : 
To you they'l seem kind, whilst you can them Cash find, 
But when you have spent all, they will change their mind, 
£ut now \_I will lay up my Money good store], &c. 80 

If I had but sav'd half the money I have spent. 
How it would rejoyce my heart with much content ; 
But since 'tis all gone, farewel unto it ! 
Henceforth I'm resolved for to learn more wit: 
My folly I see, in spending so free, 
The Ale-wives no more my Purse-bearers shall be : 

For now [I will lay up my Money good store], &c. 88 

Then, bad Husbands, of the main chance have a care, 
Lest Poverty comes on you e're you are aware : 
Take heed how idly your Money you spend. 
Make much of that little which God doth you lend. 
Endeavour always your stock for to raise. 
Then of honest people you will have the praise : 

Strive for \to lay up of Money good store], &g. 96 

To conclude, take my counsel, do not it refrain, 
You'l find it will be for your profit and gain. 
Whilst you are young and lusty strive to get and save, 
Then things necessary in old age you'l have : 
Be sure do not waste, lest you want at last. 
Those that plays in Summer in Winter must fast : 
Then learn for to lay up your money in store, 
Resolve for to play the bad Susland no more. 104 

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, 

and T. Passinger. 

[In Black-letter. Two woodcuts. The first is part of what we give on p. 343, 
viz. the Devil grasping a man ; and the second is the Morris-dancer half of the 
picture on p. 313. Date, before the end of 1682 ; the name of Thomas Vere 
being on the broadsheet. We have not identified the tune of The Ploughman' a 
Honour made known, or recovered the ballad. It will continue to be sought.] 


[Roxb. Coll., III. 80 ; Tepys, TV. 254 ; Eutli, II. 32 ; Wood, E. 25, fol. 150 ; 

Douce, II. 160 w.] 

*€is fl^onep tt)at maUS a span : 

£)r, 'Zht C'OOtJ^f fllotti'0 i^oHp* 

Here in this Song, Good-Fellow, thou mayst find 
How Money makes a Man, if thou'rt not blind ! 
Therefore return, e're that it be too late. 
And don't on Strumpets spend thy whole estate ; 

For when all is gone, no better thou wilt be : 

But Laught to scorn in all thy poverty. 

To A PLEASANT NEW ToNE : Bonny black Bess ; or, Bighy.^ 

By J. Wade. 

[The same woodcut as on p. 227.] 

OH ! what a madness 'tis to borrow or lend, 
Or for strong Liquor thy Money to spend ; 
For when that is wanting, thy courage is cool, 
Thou must stand Cap in hand to every fool : 
But if thy pockets can jingle, they will take thy word ; 
Oh ! then thou art company for Knight or yet Lord ; 
Then make much of a Penny as near as you can ; 
For if that be wanting, thourt counted no man. 8 

Then listen a while, and I'le tell you in brief 

The most of my sorrow, my care, and my grief : 

I had an estate, I'le make it appear, 

Besides all my stock, was worth Fifty a year ; 

But so soon as I to drinking then fell. 

My Land I then Mortgaged, my Cattle did sell ; 

No sooner the money I for them had took. 

But it went to the Ale-house, Pie swear on a book. 1 6 

Thus in a short time my money did waste, 
And I found myself not a pin better at last ; 
Whilst other Tradesmen wei'e working full hard, 
I from an Ale-house could not be debar'd ; 
There would I sit tipling day after day. 
And my Wife she unto me often would say, 

" Make much of a Penny as near as you can ; 

For if that be wanting, thouHt be counted no man^ 24 

' As to these tune-names, the first refers to the Earl of Dorset's ballad, quoted 
on p. 127, and the other, Bighijs Farewell, has been described fully on pp. 36 to 
39 in this volume, it is also mentioned in the preceding volume. This helps us to 
determine the date (1672-82) of our present ballad by John Wade. 

John Wade's " 'Tls Mone// that makes a 3Ian." 347 

But the words that she spoke I'd regard not a straw, 
But would kick her, and beat her, and keep her in awe ; 
My children at home might eat the bare wall, 
Whilst I in an Ale-house for strong liquor did call : 
And ray Hostis, forsooth ! must needs sit on my knee. 
Though my wife she hath twice more beauty than she : 
Yet that would not please my leteherous mind, 
Because for my Monexj my JEIostis was hind. 32 

But in the conclusion here comes all my care, 

My back it grew thin, and my pockets grew bare ; 

Then I told my Hostis my pittiful tale, 

In hopes that my sorrows she would bewail : 

But she turn'd up her nose, and she looked a squoy, [askew. 

" You might have been wiser," she straight did reply : 

This was all the comfort that I got from she. 

That always pretended my friend for to he. 40 

Therefore, all young-men that loves the Ale-bench, 
Some counsel I'le give them before they go hence ; 
If thou sit'st day and night, and drink'st never so fast, 
Yet thou'lt find thy own home is the best at last : 
It is but for your money they wait you upon ; 
And when that is wanting, you'r lightly look't on : 
If she sees hut tivo-pence you run on the score, 
She' I swear hy her troth she will trust you no more. 48 

Then have a care, young-men, be ruled in time, 

Lest drink overcome [y]e, in old days you pine : 

For you see Good-Pellows, how threadbare they go, 

And what good-husbandry brings a man to ; 

For some lives most bravely, tho' means they have small, 

And some that has hundreds so quickly spend all : 

Then male much of a penny as near as you can ; 

For if that he wanting, thou'rt counted no man. 56 

'Tis money, you see, makes a Lord, or yet Earl : 
'Tis money, you see, that sets out a young Girl; 
Likewise 'tis money makes the Lawyer to prate, 
And 'tis money doth make the man love his wife Kate ; 
And 'tis money breeds love, where never was none, 
Although she be old, yet money makes her young : 

'■'■ A Knight or a Begger, whatever they he, 

If they have hut money, theyr welcome to me." 64 

Thus money, you see, and do well understand. 
If a poor man can but get it, he buys house and land ; 
But it must not be those that works hard all day. 
And at night in an Ale-house doth throw it away. 

348 John Wade's " T/.s Monci/ that makes a Man." 

Nay, that will not serve, but twice as much more, 
This word it will pass, " He runs on the score : " 
Then all the toeek after, thotigh then he donH heed, 
He wanteth hread-com his poor children to feed. 72 

Therefore, be advised, boon-Companions all ; 
For you see the world's so they laugh at a man's fall ; 
AVith speed your old haunts pray begin for to shun, 
Take warning by others the which are undone : 
You'l say " a good fellow it is a brave name," 
But many a man doth pay dear for the same : 
The which hath all spent, noic in Gaol he doth lye, 
And none will relieve him in his poverty. 80 

But some men have got such a spark in their throat. 

That I would not be him that should quench 't for a groat ; 

[Despite] all the fair words his wife can him give, 

Yet he'l not be ruled, though poor he doth live ; 

" Hung money ! " he crys, till all on't is gone, 

" As for house and Land, I mean to buy none : 

/ must see my Hostis to go neat and fine, 

Although that my family doth starve and pine. ''^ 88 

And thus have I told you the conditions of some, 
That all 'long of strong liquor will never keep home ; 
His stock it decays, although his wife cries, 
And in the conclusion a begger he dies ; 
But a good husband's means, you see, doth increase. 
He maintains his household in joy and in peace : 
Then malce much of a penny, as near as you can, 
For if that he wanting, thovHt he counted no man. 96 


With Alloioance, Ro. L'Estrange. 

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, 

and T. Passinger. 

[In Black-letter. Four woodcuts : given respectively, 1st on p. 227 ; 2nd on 
p. 27 ; 3rd on p. 151, and (man) 78. Date, after May, 1672 (Battle of Sole- 
Bay, in which Captain Uigby fell), and before August, 1682, when Vere died.] 

*** In " The Good "Wife's Forecast " a sensible woman gives this good counsel 
to her married daughter ; but wearisomely reiterates her maxim of frugality : — 

A penny well sav'd is as good as one earn'd ! [Which it is n't.] 
She is doing her utmost to make her daughter an excellent wife, and husbands 
avoid the tavern when they find more happiness at home. Scolding wives drive 
men to clubs and beer-shops. Xantippe's tongue deserved blame for causing the 
idleness of Socrates, more than did his love of talk and conviviality among the 
young aristocrats, who welcomed his presence. We are too gallant a cavalier to 
say that it is always some woman's fault when a man goes wrong. 

For the tune, see Bagford Ballads, p. 89. Music in Fills to F. Mel., ii. 199. 


[Roxburghe Coll. II. 194 ; Eiihig, 132 ; Douce, I. 91 ; Hiith, I. 125.] 

Mttti anti 3lotjuig ^otgec'js Counsel to gee SDaugStcc 

after flparnage* 

My Daughter dear, I pray give ear, this Lesson I have learn' d, 
I'll tell to you, you'l find it true, a penny sav'd, is earn'd. 

Tune of, TFhy are mxj Eyes still flow irig^ etc. 

This may be Printed. R[icliard] P[ocock.] 

TY Daughter dear, now since you are become a Bride, 

Take these my Precepts for to be your guide ; 
Therefore attend, and listen well ; for they are these, 
First you must strive your kind Husband to please ; 
The next is this which, you must understand, 
Still to provide all things at the best hand : 

For I must tell you, this Lesson I learn d : 

A Penny well sav'd is as good as one earn'd. 8 

" Your Husband he by labour dayly does provide, 
Both meat and drink, likewise all things beside ; 
Therefore be sure you don't abroad with Gossips romo, 
For 'tis your duty to keep your own home ; 
E'ry thing needful alwayes to repair. 
This must still be your industrious care ; 

Forhy experience this lesson I learn' d, 

A penny well sav^d is as good as one earn'd. 10 

'* Some Wives will boast that they their Family's maintain, 
And therefore over their Husbands may Eeign ; 
Yet take no rule, dear Daughter, by such wives as these. 
But still be careful your husband to please ; 
What tho' you cannot get so much as they, 
If you will learn but to honour, [and] obey, 
This is the furthest you need be concerned, 
A Fenny well savd is as good as one earn! d. 24 

" Daughter, for those that has been brought up to a trade, 
When they are marry'd, what use can be made 
Of that imploy, when as they have a Family, 
To guide and govern as it ought to be ? 
Then if that Calling, and work, it be done, 
All things beside that to Euin must run. 

Therefore I think it may well be discerned, 

A penny well sav'd is as good as one earn'd. 32 

850 The Good Wife's Forecast. 

" Maids by their trades themselves to such a pass do bring, 
That they can neither brew, bake, wash, nor wring, 
Nor any work that's tending to good housewifry ; 
This amongst many too often I see ; 
Nay, their young children must pack forth to nurse, 
All is not got that is put in the Purse ; 
Therefore of old I this lesson have learned, 
A penny well sav'd is as good as one earrCd. 40 

*' Yet there are men that take no thought or care at all, 
The comfort of their poor wives is but small, 
For they must slave, or else be forst to starve ; 
I^ut such ill husbands good wives don't deserve : 
Altho' a woman indeed may contrive 
To help her husband in order to thrive, 

Bui he's no better, I think, than a Knave, 

That takes a looman to make her a slave. 48 

" But you arc blest with such a real honest man, 
Who [but] expects you to do what you can ; [<"''>• "nctr " 

For he is always like unto the painful Bee, 
What he does earn, he brings safe home to thee, 
When he returns from his Labour at night 
To you in whom he has plac'd his delight, 
This, my dear daughter, you know to he true, 
I wish all wives were as happy as you." 56 

\_Tke Dutiful Baughter here replies to her Mother'] 

" To all your words, dear Mother, I have giv'u good heed, 
And do account it my duty indeed, 
To prize them far more than the rich refined gold." 
Then said her mother, '* Dear Daughter, behold, 
Here is my blessing to you I will give, 
And be a friend to you as long as I live ; 

And ivhen I dije, all I have shall he thine. 

If you observe this good Counsel of mine.''' 64 

Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel, Guilts pur -street without Newgate. 

[In Black- Letter. Two woodcuts of women : 1st in vol. iv. p. 409, Left; 2nd in 
iii. p. 539, Right. Date, between August 1685 and December 1688.] 

*^* Some tavern open-handedness may be seen in the liberal choice of tunes 
offered on next page tor '* The Good-Fellow's Frollic." First of the three 
is Hey, boys, up go ive ! (on which see p. 339) ; the second is The Seaman's 
mournful Bride (properly entitled " The Seaman's Sorrowful Bride," a ballad in 
the ensuing NAVAL GROUP, beginning, " My Love is on the brackish sea :" 
Roxb. Coll., IV. 93) ; and the third is Tom Farmer's tune, belonging to 
Tom D'Urfey's Fair One let me in (for which ballad see p. 195). 


[Roxburghe Coll., II. 198 ; Pcpys, lY. 209 ; Hiith, I. 122 ; Douce, I. 86ro.] 

d)e (^ooU jTellotoB' jfrolicft; 

[C&c] mnt-^tmt Clufab. [See p. 342.] 

Good people all, come mind my merry tale, 
And you shall hear the vertue of good Ale, 
Whose charming power some men's humors hitts, 
It robs them of their money and their witts : 
For he in time will surely money lack 
That minds his belly better than his back. 

Tune of, Hci/, hoys, up go we ! \_The\ Seaman's mournful bride ; or, The fair one 

let me in. [See p. 350.] 

HEre is a crew of jovial Blades that lov'd the nut-brown Ale : 
They in an alehouse chanc'd to meet, and told a merry Tale : 
A bonny Seaman was the first, but newly come to Town, 
And swore that he his guts could burst with Ale that was so Irown. 

See how the jolly Carman he doth the strong Liquor prize, 
He so long in the Alehouse sate that he drank out his eyes : 
And gropeing to get out of door (Sott like) he tumbled down, 
And there he like a mad-man swore he lov^d the Ale so hrown. 16 

The nimble -Weaver he came in, and swore he 'd have a little. 

To drink good Ale it was no sin, though 'tmade him pawn his Shittle: 

Quoth he, "I am a Gentleman, no lusty Countrey-Clown, 

But yet I love with all my heart the Jde that is so hrown.'^ 24 

Then next the Black-smith he came in, and said 't was mighty hot ; 
He sitting down did thus begin, " Pair maid, bring me a pot : 
Let it be of the very best, that none exceeds in Town ; 
I tell you true, and do not jest, I love the Ale so hrown." 32 

The prick-louse Taylor he came in, whose Tongue did run so nimble, 
And said he would ingage for drink his Bodkin and his Thimble : 
" For though with long thin Jaws I look, I value not a crown, 
So I can have my belly full of Ale that is so hrown." 40 

The lusty Porter passing by, with Basket on his back, 

He said that he was grievous dry, and needs would pawn his Sack : 

His angry wife he did not fear, he valued not her frown ; 

So he had that he lov'd so dear, I mean the Ale so hrown. 48 

The next that came was one of them was of the Gentle Craft ; 
And when that he was wet within most heartily he laugh'd : 
Crispin was ne'r so boon as he, tho' some Kinn to a Crown ; 
And there he sate most merrily with Ale that was so hrown. 56 

352 The Good-Fellow's Frollic ; or, Kent-street Club. 

But at the last a Barber he a mind had for to taste ; 

He called for a pint of drink, and said he was in haste : 

The drink so pleas'd, he tarried there till he had spent a crown ; 

'T was all the money he could spare /or Ale that is so brown. 64 

A Broom-man as he passed by his morning' s-draught did lack ; 
Because that he no money had, he pawn'd his shirt from 's back : 
And said that he without a shirt would cry Brooms up and down ; 
But yet, quoth he, " I 'le merry be with Ale that is so broivn.^' 72 

And when all these together met, oh, what discourse was there ! 
'T would make one's hair to stand an end to hear how they did swear : 
One was a fool and puppy dogg, the other was a clown ; 
And there they sate and swill'd their guts with Ale that tvas so hrown. 

The Landlady they did abuse, and call'd her na[mes a sc]ore ; 
Quoth she, " Do you your reckoning pay, and get you out of door." 
Of them she could no money get, which caused her to frown ; 
But loath they were to leave behind the Ale that was so brown. 88 

[Printer's name cut off, but Pepys copy, IV. 239, was printed for J. Coniers, in 
Duck Lane, Also in Ilutli Coll., I. 122 ; and Douco, I. 86 vciso. In Elack- 
letter. Three woodcuts, 1st, the same as on p. 227 ; 2ud, new emblem cut of 
a man bearing a burden {see beloic) ; 3rd is on p. 291. Date, not before 
1683, as it mentions I'he Fair One Let me in, a tune, by Tom Farmer, which 
appeared in that year. Line 82 reads " nasty whore." Second Roxb. copy is 
printed at the waste-back of a Prophetical broadsheet (on a Comet of 1682).] 





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i^ert CuDetl) tl)e jfirfit dSroup 


}0aUaDS on (^ooD iFellotDS* 



J. WOODFALL EBSWORTH, M.A., Cantab., F.8.A. 


"The Bagford Ballads" with their "Amanda Group 

OF Poems," "The Two Earliest Quartos of 

A Midsummer Night's Dream, 1600:" 

Author of "Karl's Legacy; or, 

Our Old College at Nirgends," 

and " Cavalier Lyrics, for 

Church and Crown." 


VolVh Part a 


printeti for tfte TBallan ^ocietp, 




No. 28. 





[ The Table of Contents for pp. 193-352 of tkc present Part was included in the 
Table of Contents issued with Part XVI. at page xiv. These 160 pages, after 
having been withheld for more than a year, are noxo issued at Easter, 1887, 
laith an additional ' Naval Group. '] 


An Antidote of rare Physic, to cure a discontented Mind . 353 

Shrewsbury for Me ! . . . . • .357 

iFtrst ffiroup of ^arlg Na&al Ballatis. • 361 

A Sailor Song. By the late John Le Gay Brereton, M.D. . 362 

Dedication to H.R.H. the Duke of Edinburgh . • 363 

We be three Poor Mariners : from Deuteromelia, 1609 . 364 

The Jovial Mariner; or, The Seaman's Renown. By J. P. . 369 
Ballads on the Spanish Armada, 1588 

The Fame of Sir Francis Drake, 1581 

A Song on Sir Francis Drake, 1581-1585 

A Hymne to be sung by all England. By John Still 

Upon the Spanish Invasion in 'Eighty-Eight 

Sir Francis Drake ; or, 'Eighty-Eight 

Weatherbang's Song of The Spanish Armada. By J. O'Keefe. 383 
Thomas Deloney's Joyful new Ballad, declaring the happy 

obtaining of the Great Galleazo, 1588 . . . 384 

Deloney's New Ballad on the Strange and Cruel Whips which 

the Spaniards had prepared . . . .387 

Deloney's Ballad on the Queen's Visiting of the Camp at 

Tilbury in Essex, 1588 . . . . .390 

T. J.'s Joyful Song on the Eoyal Eeceiving of the Queen's 

most excellent Majesty at Tilsbury in Essex ' . ,393 

John Kirkham's Commendation of Sir Martin Frobisher . 399 

T. Deloney's Excellent Song on the Winning of Cales, 1596 . 402 




Verses made by the Earl of Essex in Ms Trouble 
Queen Elizabeth's Champion (Essex) ; or, Great Britain's Glory 
The Sailors' Only Delight : The George-Aloe and the Sweep- 
stake, 1590-95 . . . . . 
The Famous Fight at Malaga ; or, the Englishman's Victory 

over the Spaniards, circd 1600 
The Gallant Seaman's Eeturn from the Indies ; or, The happy 
Meeting of Two Faithful Lovers. By Thomas Lanfiere 
The Golden Vanity .... 

The Attempt on the Town of Gales ( = Cadiz), 1625 . 
Sir "Walter Kaleigh Sailing in the Low-lands 
The Seaman's Song of Captain Ward and Dansekar, 1609 
The Famous Sea-fight between Captain Ward and the Kainbow 
The Honour of Bristol {circd 1635) . 

Neptune's llaging Fury ; or. The Gallant Seaman's Suffering 
The Royal Victory obtained against the Dutch, June, 1665 
Love and Gallantry (Dutch War, 1772) 
The West-Country Nymph ; or. The Loyal Maid of Bristol 
The Fair and Loyal Maid of Bristol . 
The Sea-man's Sorrowful Bride, 1682 

" Musing on the roaring Ocean," by Robert Bums, 1788 
The Frighted French ; or, Eussell sco wring the Seas, 1692 

The Algiers Slave's Releasement 

Enti of Jirst ©roup of ISarlg Na&al Ballatis. 
Editorial Envoy : Apres Fevrier vient le Jiiin 









an antiDote of Eare Pftpic. 

Maria. — " Marry, Sir, sometimes he is a kind of Puritan." 

Sir Andreiv. — " ! if I thought tliat, I 'd beat him like a dog." 

Sir Tobtj. — " "What, for being a Puritan ? thy exquisite reason, dear knight? " 

Sir Andrew. — " I have no exquisite reason for 't, but I have reason good enough.' 

—Twelfth Night ; or, What You Will, ii. 3. 

E have always felt respect for Miss Betsy 
Trotwood's friend, Mr. Dick, who wrestled 
life-long with the difficulty of keeping King 
Charles the First's head out of his projected 
memorial. Even in these Roxburghe Ballads, 
amatory, mirthful, sometimes rollicking in 
high spirits, we are ever and anon reminded 
of the taint left by the sanctimonious 
Puritans. When court and city, in natural reaction from the 
sedition and hypocrisy of the Interregnum, turned riotously jovial 
at the Eestoration, the excesses were in great part due to the 
prevailing disgust at sham piety and formal parade of conventicle 
morality. A few years might have sufficed to work off this yeasty 
fermentation, had it not been that the very well-spring of Keligion 
in Great Britain had been poisoned by Puritanism. To this day 
the bitterness remains. Grimly the Pilgrim-Eathers went out from 
England (chiefly from agueish flats like discontented Essex, silly 
Suffolk, and nonconforming Norfolk, with web-footed wanderers 
from Lincolnshire fens), avowedly to seek Religious Liberty, They 
took with them an ample supply of self-conceit that they alone 
possessed spiritual insight, perfect wisdom, and the right to emanci- 
pate themselves from every tyranny except that of oppressing their 

Remembering its destructiveness in the past, and seeing that 
it is still the cause of countless evils in the present, every true 
lover of ballads feels disgust at the puritanism which is alike dis- 
loyal to the Throne and menacing to the Church. We cannot 
forget the decapitation of King Charles the First. Since there are 
writers who still consider everything justifiable or meritorious 
that had been perpetrated by the Parliamentary rebels and regicides, 
we quietly take our stand beside the Cavaliers, and intend to keep 
it while life remains. 

YOI,. YI. 

•I A 


[Roxburghe Collection, lY. 1 ; Pepys, II. 46 ; Hutli, I. 7.] 

Zn :auttt)ote of mare jaijpsicft. 

Ko rarer thin2^ that you can find, 

To cure a Discontented Mind ; 

A contented mind, it is most rare, 

If you serve the Lord and stand in fear : 

And let no want or Poverty 

Disquiet your mind, I tell to ye ; 

For God hath all things still in store ; 

If you have content, you need no more. 

The Tune is, JYo love like a contmted mind ; oe, Phancie's Phenix. 

[See p. 356.] 

INdeed this Avorld be so unjust, 
Men cannot one another trust ; 
Some are so troubled in their mind, 
One scarcely now a friend can find : 
There is such wavering every way, 
Makes many a man stand at a stay : 
A contented mind it is most rare, 
If tve serve the Lord and stand in fear. 8 

If a man be poor, and have but small, 
If he be content, it's the best of all ; 
There 's some has Thousands at command, 
That 's not content, I understand; 
They pinch and spare to make it more. 
And grind the faces of the poor : 

A contented mi)id [it is most rare~\, etc. 1 6 

If sickness comes, count that no loss. 
But be content tlun with thy Cross : 
If it be God's will it must be so, 
It 's a Blessing, pray you say not no : 
And remember lol in all his ways. 
He everhiore gave God the Praise : 

A contented viind \it is most rare'], etc. 24 

If you be cast in Prison never fear. 

Let not your heart and mind dispair ; 

But be content and hope the best, 

When God is pleas'd you shall be released : 

That man that serves the God of Might, 

If man do him wrong, God will do him right. 

A contented mind it is most rare, 

If tve serve the Lord and stand in fear. 32 


An Antidote of rare PJtysic. 355 

If a man have a charge of Children small, 
And has but little to maintain them withal, 
Let his prayers be still unto the Lord, 
Then relief for them he will afford ; 
And never murmur at j-our want, 
Although sometimes that things be scant, 

A contented mind \_it is most rare'], etc. 40 

Content it is a pleasant thing, therefore. 

And especially for the Poor ; 

If a man be brought into distress, 

It will relieve him in his heaviness ; 

And make him understand and see 

What our good Gofl can do for thee and me : 

A contented tnind [_it is most rare], etc. 48 

What ever Troubles comes or goes, 
Let 's serve the Lord, and give him praise ; 
And keep our hearts both clear and sound, 
That no evil may our conscience wound : 
And love all men both Rich and Poor, 
And be content for evermore : 
A contented mind \_it is most rare], etc. 56 

If Maids and young men be cros'd in love, 

And neither party be unkind, 
Let them put their trust in God above, 

And he will ease their troubled mind : 
And never pine at it, I do say, 
Many has brought themselves unto decay : 

A contented mind [_it is most rare], etc. 64 

Content 's the best thing we can iind. 
If any trouble do vex our mind ; 
It will preserve us from all evil, 
And expel the Poyson of the Devil : 
For if our hearts be whole and sound, 
No evil thing can there abound : 

A contented mind [_it is most rare], etc. 72 

That man that lives without content. 
And hath his heart now on Eiches bent, 
Ne'er has enough, he'd still have more. 
His wicked mind runs on his store : 
But the poor man that enjoys content 
Is in a better way when life is spent : 

A contented mind [it is most rare], etc. 80 


An Antidote of rare Physic. 

Content will cure a wounded heart, 
Content will never let it smart ; 
Content it is a precious store, 
And he that hath it needs no more : 
It 's a Kemedy for Rich and Poor, 
And a Plaster for every wounded Sore ; 

Content it is so rare a thing. 

Great Comfort to you it will hriny. 

Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltqmr-street. 


[In Black-letter. Five woodcuts. Four of these were given in Roxb. Ballads, 
iv. 430, Left; iii. 585, Ei<>:ht ; iii. 492, Left; and iv. 79, Right A man 
holding a stali', is new. Date, in Stationers' Registers, 6th of June, 1G85.] 

"An Antidote of Rare Physick " gives us Puritanism in mildest solution. 
It was entered to Jonah Deacon on 6th June, 1685. The "amorous new tune " 
belongs to an earlier lioxburghe Ballad, " Fancie's Phirnix ; or, The Peerless 
Paragon of the Times" (Roxb. Coll., III. 11^8), beginning, "Come all you 
Batchelors so brave ! " It will follow early in our next volume, accompanying 
"Fancie's Favourite; or. The MiiTor of the Times." The other tune-name, 
No love like a contented mind, is drawn from the Antidote's own burden. 

%* From the ensuing First Gmup of Naval Ballads we delay insertion of 
some new woodcuts, reserving them until the Second Group, Avherein tlie more 
humourous misadventures on land or sea form the chief attraction, after the 
" Legendary and liomaniic Ballads^' promised for this sixth volume. 

[This Frenchified group of Mummers or Masqueraders belongs to our p. 291. 
They were not meant for Siebel, Mephistopheles, Doctor Faustus, and Gretchen ; 
but the second figure looks uncann;/, like Wm. Blake's picture of a Fleay- 
biter. Take it As You Like It ; but not for AVilliam of the Forest, Touch- 
stone, the Iledge-priest Sir Oliver Mar-text, and Audrey. Are thc^y May-day 
revellers : Maid Marion, Friar Tuck and his dus a dos, with Robin Hood ?] 

[This cut belongs to p. 437] 



^{)retD0tJurp for ^e. 

" First Camlet cometh in, a MoDtgomerian maid, 
Her source in Severn'' s banks that safely having laid, 
Mele, her great mistress, next at Shreusbnrij doth meet ; 
To see with what a grace she that fair town doth greet ! 
Into what sundry gyres her wondered self she throws, 
And oft inisles the shore, as wantonly she flows. 
Of it oft taking leave, oft turns it to embrace ; 
As though she only were enamour'd of that place, 
Her fore-intended course determined to leave, 
And to that most-lov'd town eternally to cleave : 
With much ado at length, yet bidding it adieu, 
Her journey towards the Sea doth seriously pursue." 

— Michael Drayton's Polyolbion, Song viii. 

HROPSHIRE does not happen to possess a Sea-port, any more 
than Bohemia, owing to an unlucky interposition of land between 
it and the ocean, but there need be no question that it might have 
had o?ie, if such had been deemed necessary. By the way, this 
disposes of the silly outcry of dull pedants against Shakespeare's 
geography in ' The Winter's Tale,' It negatives canclusively any 
violent substitution of Bithynia for Bohemia, such as Charles 
Knight advocated and Charles Kean adopted : as if King Shakespeare 
could possibly do wrong ! We concede total forgetfulness of all 
anachronisms while his immortal dramas are being acted. We let 
him follow his own inclination, whether it be to inundate Mid- 
Europe, or to populate " antres vast and deserts idle " with 
a Prospero, Miranda, and Caliban, or with "anthropophagi and men 
whose heads do grow below their shoulders" — as the new race of 
sham professorial commentators might easily exemplify in person, 
for all the sense that is in their noddles. 

The men of "Shrewsbury's Fair town" became good sailors, 
naturally gravitating down the Severn. The seventh stanza of 
their lively ballad, here preceding our GSTa&al ffiroup, tells of their 
satisfaction on returning home safely, after a visit to Maidstone 
Jail. It is not stated in the text what motive led them into that 
particular nook of far-distant Kent, unless it were some un- 
objectionable bit of smuggling in Romney-Marsh, or a misunder- 
stood experiment in the aquatic sports called Piracy. Far be it 
from ourselves to pry into the secrets of such worthy mariners. 
Whether they entered Maidstone Jail by choice or compulsorily 
(there being disagreeable prejudices against strangers, to fully 
account for pressure), their detention any way was brief, and 
"they left the Court without a stain on their character." We have 
this on the best authority, their own, and it must be gratifying 
to their descendants. 

358 Slireicshunj for Me. 

For anything known to the contrary, the famous Pirate Thompson 
(mentioned in the Petyt MS., jS^o. 588, vol. xlvi. fol. 456) may 
have first pulled an oar on Severn, the "fair river for all men to 
see," under the arches of Shrewsbury's two bridges, before anno 
domini 1549: when he was complained against by the council 
of the weakling Edward VI. ; who founded a free-school there, 
■which was all that he was fit to do. Eichard Thompson, a prisoner 
in the Tower of London, at beginning of November in the same 
year, 1549, was probably the same man as our pirate. A worse 
criminal is held up to execration in a quarto pamphlet of 1673 
entitled ^'■Bloody News from Shrewshuri/ ; a true relation of a 
horrible villain, by name Thomas Reynolds, who before he was 
eighteen murdered Alice Stephens and her daughter Martha, and 
Bet their house on fire. He likewise set on fire one Goodman 
Mericlc's house, and twice attempted to murder Miss CorfieldsP 

This precocious youth, Thomas Reynolds, cast no more credit on 
his native town than did " Eloudie Jack of Shrewsburie," the 
Shropshire I31uebeard {circd 1183); of whom Richard Harris 
Uarham gave a memorable Tngoldsby Legend to delight ' the proud 
Salopians.' The celebrity of their town had been advanced when 
James the Second held his court there in 1687, one year before his 
fall. Moreover, Sir John Falstaff mentioned his own fight with 
Hotspur having lasted for "a long hour by Shrewsburie clocke." 
These indeed are annals of priceless fame. 

The evident sincerity of praise in the ensuing ballad constituted 
its unknown author (modestly hiding himself in anonymity) the 
true Laureate of Shrewsbury's fair town. He needed no tinsel 
Barony, to puff him up with pride, and he bewailed not petulantly 
the overpressure of laudatory epistles. Good old atrabilious Joseph 
Ritson, vegetarian and spelling-deformationist, admired the choice 
ditty, and enrolled it among his Ancient Songs and Ballads (p. 399 
of 1790 editio princeps'). For some occult reason it has fallen out 
of notice since then, having been omitted by Haslewood and 
Thomas Park in 1829 reprint, and by W. C. Hazlitt in the Reeves 
and Turner re-issue of 1877. All the more necessary is it for us 
now to add it here. Mr. William Chappell does not give the music 
of the tune Shrewsburie, while admitting other Shropshire Rounds 
from the invaluable repository, varying with each successive edition, 
John Playford's Bancing -Master. 

*»* The third stanza alludes to six parish chmxhes of Shrewsbury. "We 
suppose them to be the noble old Abbey Church (a fragment of the original, 
iwhich was cruciform) ; St. Chad's; St. Mary's and St. Alkmund's, with spires; 
St. Giles's, and another. The Market Hall bears date 159(5; the markets are 
held on Wednesday and Saturday. The "six gallant ministers in their black 
gowns'' seem to imliuate a time prior to the Act of Uniformity, 24 August, 1662. 


[Pepys Coll., II. 135 ; Jersey, I. 310 ; Rawliuson ; Wood; Douce, vid^ i)i/ra.] 

S)l)rolJDSburp for S^t; 


A Song in praise of tliat Famous Town, 

Which hath throughout all Enyland gaiu'd renown ; 

In praise thereof, let every one agree, 

And say with one accord, Shrowsbicry for me. 

To a delightful New Time : or, Shroivshury for me, 

COme listen, you[ngJ Gallants of Shrowsburi/ fair Town ! 
Por that is the place that hath gained renown : 
To set forth its praises we all will agree, 
Then every man to his mind, Shrewsbury yor me! 

The merry Town of Shroivshury, God bless it still, 
For it stands most gallantly upon a high Hill ; 
It standeth most bravely, for all men to see : 

Then every man to his mind, Shrewsbury for me ! 8 

There's six Parish Churches all ia that fair Town, [Note p. 358, 
And six gallant Ministers in their black Gowns ; 
There's twice a week Market, fur all men to see : [Wed. and Sat. 

And every man to his mind, Shrewsbury /or me ! 

the brave bells of Shrowshury merrily doth ring, 
And the gallant young men and maids sweetly they sing : 
There runs a fair lliver, for all men to see : 

And every man to his mind, Shrewsbury /or me / 1 6 

the Pinacle of Shroivshury shews itself still, 
For it's mounted gallantly on a high Hill ; 
It standeth most bravely in view for to see : 

Then every man to his mind, Shrowsbmy for me ! 

The Trades-men of Shroivshury drive a good Trade, 
Their Wives go most gallant, and bravely array'd, 
And like loving couples they always agree, 

Then every man to his mind, Shrewsbury /or me ! ' 2 4 

The Sea-men went to Maidstone, the Jayl for to see, 
And from thence to London, that noble City : 
Then home they returned by one, two, and three. 

And every man to his mind, Shrewsbury /or me ! 

360 Shrewsburi/ for Me. 

The young men of Shroicshury fire jovial Blades, [Note, infra. 
When they are in company with pretty Maids : 
They court them compleatly, with complements free, 

Then every man to his mind, Shrewsbury /or me ! 32 

There's Fishing and Fowling at Shrowsbury Town, 
There's shooting and bowling, both up hill and down, 
"With brave recreations for every degree : 

Then every man to his mind, Shrowsbury /or me! 

There is no man in Shrowsbury needs for to want, 
For all things are plenty, and nothing is scant ; 
What ever you can wish for, for all men is free : 

Tlien every man to his mind, Shrowsbury /or me! 40 

Then who would not gladly live in this brave Town, 
Which flourishes gallantly with high Renown ? 
Tlie like of it is not in England to see. 

Then every man to his mind, Shrowsbury for tne ! 

Then, brave lads of Shrowsbury, let us be merry, 
Carrouse it most freely in White-wine and Sherry : 
Cast up your caps bravely, for all men to see, 

And still cry with one accord, " Shrowsbury /or me ! " 48 

Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarice, W. ThacJceray, and T. Passenger. 

[Douce Collection, II. 205, and Rawlinson, 26, printed for R. Burton and sold 
by F. Coles, T. Vere, and /. Wright. In ISlack-lcttcr. One woodcut, of a 
Londonderrpsh town, with Steeple-Church (a Civil War cut), besieged by 
cannon. This cut also belongs to " A Farewell to Gravesend," given in our 
Second Naval Group. The Pepys' Collection, II. 135, with Wood's, E. 25, 
fol. 44, Douce and Rawlinson, read " Come listen, young Gallants, etc." 
The Jersey copy has "you," but we restore "young." Date, circA 1662.] 

*** The eighth stanza of "Shrewsbury for Me" was long afterwards 
plagiarized and imitated in the modern Irish ditty (while Ireland embodied fun ; 
not disloyalty, sedition, rapine, as now), " The Boys of Kilkenny," circa 1805 : — 

! the Boys of Kilkenny are all roving blades. 
And they take great delight too in courting fair, Maids : 
They kiss and caress them, and make their hearts free, 
And, of all towns in Ireland, Kilkenny for me ! 
! musha ! fol de riddle lol lol, etc. 

Thomas Crofton Croker attributed the song to Thomas Moore, which would fully 
account for any 'conveyancing,' the poet of Irish Melodies being a notorious 
borrower, and open to the merciless quizzing of the Watergrasshill parish priest 
(Rev. Francis Mahony), who burlesqued "the rogueries of Tommy Moore" in 
the Eec7'eations of Father Froul. 


a JTir0t 

d^roup of Carlp jlJaljal Ballatis, 

QLHtfii^ from tfte iRortiurgfie Collection. 




" Dame Nature well knew what suited you. 
And me, fellow-Eng^lishman, 
AVhen she bade us be born, some far-back morn. 

Where Nature the coast might span. 
Whatever our toil, we slip off the coil, 

And regain lost jollity. 
When we seek the strand of our native land, 
To find rest beside the Sea." 

— Kentish Garland^ ii. 827, 1882. 


Pdntct for t[)e T5allan ^ocictp, 



" Little I knew of wliat troubles you. 

Ye Men of Money whom nought can please : 
Many your cares and small your ease. 

" Before the mast, iu breeze or blast, 
IJlythe at my work from day to day, 
I trusted in God in my own rough way. 

" Nor wonder nor fear, when death stared near, 
Could ye read in one face of all our crew : 
Each to his post and orders true. 

" The cold dark billow was my last pillow, 
And the rush of the stifled blood in my ears 
Uied into the music of heavenly spheres." 

— John Le Gay Brereton (Sydney), 

Eo ?^ts Eogal P^t'g'^ncss 

Prinjce Alfred Ernest Edward, 

^nkz of OBDmtJurgf), 

£ar/ of Ulster and Kent ; Rcar-Adnih-al in H.M. Fleet, etc 

2Ef)is ®roup of €arlu Habal Ballatis, 




With profound respect and loyalty by H.R.H.^s most grateful servant, 



*^* The " Spes^^ woodcut here introduced originally appeared in Stephen 
Bateman"s quarto volume, A Chrisiall Glassc of Christian Jiffuniiaiiou, 1569, 
on sheet sign. x. iii. Afterwards the block fell into the hands of a broadside- 
ballad publisher, John Blare, fa ci/ is /iesco'sus Averni: and was used to ornament 
"The Mariner's Misfortune; or. The Unfortunate Voyage of Two Lovers," 
reprinted by the present Editor in Baqford Ballnds, p. '2.)0. 1877. It begins, 
" A Seaman lov'd a Maiden pretty, and esteem'd her as his life." 

" We be three poor Mariners, newly come from the Seas, ■ 
We spend our lives in jeopardy, while others live at ease. 

Shall we go dance the Round, around ? Shall loe go dance the Round ? 
And he that is a Bully-boy, come, pledge me on this ground ! 

" We care not for those Martial-men that do our states disdain ; 
But we care for those Merchant-men that do our states maintain : 

To them ice dance this Round, around; to them ive dance tliis Round ; 
And he that is a Bully-boy, come, pledge me on this ground ! " 

— John Hinton's Beuteromelia, 1609. 


(tSroup of 6arlp jl?at)al BallaUS. 

laorburgbe Collection* 

" Sing the dangers of the Sea." 

— George Alexander Stevens : The Storm, 1754, 

our Country is recorded in the fugitive 
popular Ballads, that were written and 
sung in connection with every important 
battle and commander, every victory 
or defeat, every memorable shipwreck or 
adventure of a seafaring life, it would be 
a congenial task to edit the voluminous 
chronicle. We have felt a warm interest 
in Sailors from early boyhood, when ocean 
was daily near in view, with its perils 
and attractions. During many years of 
concentrated attention we have gathered 
the material for such a work, but dare 
not use more of it at present than such ballads as (with a few 
exceptions) belong to the l^oiburcflje ffl^ollcction. 

Our space being necessarily limited, we cannot enrich our pages 
from tlie documents officially stored at the Admiralty. Study of 
the national archives could not fail to increase our debt of gratitude 
to Samuel Pepys, the laboriously exact and conscientious Secretary 
of the Admiralty during the reigns of the Second Charles and James. 
The double life, the separately perfect, commingled but not confused, 
public and private employment of tinie, has seldom been more 
vividly contrasted than modern research has shown regarding him. 

It were vain to praise anew that unequalled, unapproachable 
Diary, wherein he tells with charming frankness all those passages 
of family cares and joys, his smallest troubles and his chief amuse- 
ments, the people whom he met, the manner in which daily trifles 
aff'ected him, and how he looked on the public characters with 
whom he was by choice or necessity associated. The merits of the 
Diary are sufficiently recognized among all readers whose good will 
is worth gaining. It is assuredly a simple act of gratitude if 
we, in common with all who know how to use and to enjoy his 
priceless book, place on record our deliberate opinion that far too 
much stress has been laid of late on such faults as Pepys honestly , 

366 Ingratitude of those icho defame Sam Pepi/s. 

acknowledges himself to have committed. There is more than 
a little of Puritauical pride and hypocrisy in the censures which 
have been written and uttered concerning his failings. Such faults 
as he possessed were not only common in his time, but are by no 
means uncommon at any time, not excluding our own day of 
disingenuous affectation of superior sanctity, purity, or " grapplings 
of the spirit with the paradoxes and perplexities of existence " (as 
it has been elsewhere expressed). But if other men had ever dared 
to so thoroughly unbosom themselves, in detected cypher, as he had 
done for those memorable ten ycai's of his life, the time of his 
greatest freedom, we suspect the revelation on earth would have 
been more generally disastrous than it can fairly be reckoned in the 
case of Samuel Pepys. Few men or women can bear being "turned 
inside out like a glove," showing the seamy side. The passages 
left unprinfed by Mynors Briglit were probably not worse scandal 
of the back-stairs and slums than the satires of llochester, Dorset, 
or Wycherley. 

It is not that we think lightly of any such offences against the 
proprieties, but wc ask for common justice and the determined 
suppression of conventional cant. There is a disgusting greediness 
for scandal regarding every notable person, male or female, in what 
are called the " Society Journals" of later days. Offensive libels 
are the common garbage of impure minds. Literary men should be 
true to the best instincts of their calling, and stamp out these 
smouldering embers of detraction, that are filling the air with 
suffocating smoke, and darkening every reputation of the dead or 
of the living. Who wishes to hear the ravings of cynical bespatterers, 
the foul insinuations of prurient prudes, or the whining of narrow- 
minded bigots of the epicoene class ? There are unfortunately such 
volunteer backbiters, like the Ecclefechanite who dwelt at Chelsea 
and caluminated Charles Lamb. Especially mean-spirited is it 
for any persons to rake up scandal against Samuel Pepys, while 
availing themselves of his priceless Diary. 

In connection with Naval Affairs Pepys stands above suspicion. 
In those days of bitter acrimony he did not escape calumny, but 
like Deane he was assailed by political foes with charges of mis- 
management and misappropriation that were triumphantly disproved. 
This, moreover, at a time when (as his own Liary shows) few 
officials were true and honest. That he was, in performance of his 
duties at the Admiralty, one of the most able and upright men of 
the honourable minority, — that he kept his subordinates faithfully 
to their stated tasks, and did his utmost to preserve order, sobriety, 
and economy, when to do so was most difficult and dangerous, — 
can be amply proved. Courtly as he was, with personnl affection 
for the Duke of York and for King Charles, it grieved the very soul 
of Pepys to behold the wastefulness and neglect of the. national 
treasure. He loved amusements himself, as well as any man alive ; 

The unsullied official career of Fepijs. 367 

knew well the truth, dulce est dissipere in loco ; but to connive at 
frauds and blunders in the expenditure required for payment of 
sailors in our fleet, and the activity required at our dock-yards, 
was what he could not tolerate. That matters became not much 
worse than they admittedly were, (even at the time of the two 
Dutch Wars, illustrated imperfectly in our forthcoming ballads), is 
in great part owing to the care and patriotism of Samuel Pepys. 
Let them call him " a Philistine " and laugh, if they choose, at his 
inability to enjoy the wit of Hudibras or the poetry of Shakespeare ; 
we like him none the less because he makes no pretence of under- 
standing that which to him was incomprehensible. The man was 
genuine. Writing in his Diary he has no secrets and no shams, no 
conscious lies even of religious fervour. Where he marks down a 
self-reproach or implores Divine pardon hastily, it is at least as 
sincere as the more laboured piety of John Evelyn or Lucy Hutch- 
inson. In every portion of his public life we may give him credit 
for being equally truthful, as in his private records of his mirthful 
hours and sustained parsimony in purchase of pleasures. His 
vindication was endorsed anew when the Pepys's Memorial was 
unveiled at St. Olave's, March 18th, 1884. 

" Pepys was, beyond coutradiction, one of the greatest and most useM 
Ministers that ever filled the same situation in England ; the acts and registers 
of the Admiralty proving this beyond contradiction. The principal rules and 
establishments in present use in these offices are well known to have been of his 
introducing, and most of the officers serving therein since the Eestoration, of his 
bringing up. He was a most studious promoter and strenuous assertor of order 
and discipline. Sobriety, diligence, capacity, loyalty, and subjection to command 
were essentials required in all whom he advanced. Where any of these were 
found wanting, no interest or authority was capable of moving him in favour of 
the highest pretender. Discharging his duty to his Prince and country with a 
religious application and perfect integrity, he feared no one, com-ted no one, and 
neglected his own fortune." 

In his unequalled collection of Black-letter Ballads preserved 
at Magdalen College, Cambridge, Samuel Pepys had included 
a large number of Naval Ballads, a goodly proportion of which we 
reprint. Many others of these Naval Ballads, that might also 
have appropriately adorned this Group, were earlier reprinted, 
either by the present Editor, in The Bagford Ballads, or by Mr. 
Chappell in the first three volumes of the Roxhurghe Ballads. 
Thus we find, under his able editorship, "A True Relation of 
the Life and Death of Sir Andrew Barton, a Pyrate and Kover of 
the Seas," beginning, " When Elora, with her fragrant Flowers " 
{Boxh. Ballads, i. 10); C. Birket's "Pleasant new song between a 
Seaman and his Love," beginning, "When Sol could cast no light" 
(Boxb. Ballads, iii. 127). 

In our Bagford Ballads we have given "The Royal Trinmph" 
( = " Valiant Protestant Boys," p. 297) ; " The Fair Maid's Choice ; 
or, The Seaman's Renown" ( = "As I through Sandwich town 

368 Varied incidents of Naval Ballads. 

passed along," p. 289); "The Seaman's Victory; or, Admiral 
Killigrew's Glorious Conquest over the French Fleet in the 
Streights" (=:" Here's joyful nerves come late from Sea," p. 283) ; 
"The Seaman's Compass" (=r"As lately I travell'd towards 
Gravesend," p. 267); "The Mariner's Misfortune; or, The Un- 
fortunate Yoyage of Two Constant Lovers" (=:"A seaman lov'd 
a maiden pretty," p. 250); "The Sea-man's Adieu" ( = " Sweet 
William and pretty Betty, ''^ p. 274) ; and "Admiral Russel's Scouring 
the French Fleet; or, The Battle at Sea" ( = " Thursday in the 
morn, the Ides of May, recorded be for ever the famous 'Ninety- 
two," p. 119). In connection with this we give on p. 446, "The 
Frighted French ; or, llussel Scouring the Seas." 

Including a single ballad on the Dutch War of 1665, "The Eoyal 
Yietory," this Group illustrates the varied adventures of a sea- 
faring life, with trnelove partings and reunions, sadness in absence, 
or a hope of marrying quickly ; with dangers of shipwreck, pirates 
on the high seas, slavery after capture by Algerine Corsairs, and 
a sea-fight for " the Honour of Bristol." 

We lead off the Group with an absolutely unknown ballad of 
" The Jovial Mariner ; or, The Seaman's llenown," probably unique, 
in the highest degree racy : the work of "J. P.," whom we believe 
to have been John Playford (see pp. 110, 137). 

The tune named for "The Jovial Mariner" is I am a Jovial 
Jiatchelor. This marks the first line of a ballad by Lawrence 
Price, entitled, "The Maiden's Delight; or, A Dainty New 
Dialogue, &c. To the tune of, Behold the Man with the Glass in his 
hand ; or, TJw Mountebank of York'^ (same tune as the Jovial Colter, 
L. Price's "I am a Jovial coblcr, sir"). Printed for Francis Grove, 
on Snow-Hill. Date, before 1655. It thus begins, 

" I am a Jovial Batchelor, and free from care and strife, 
I nothing in the world do want, and yet I want a "Wife : 
Therefore, sweet Cupid, gnide me, and help me to a Love, 
That may both kind and loving be, and honest to me prove." 

The man sings the first six stanzas, as the strophe ; the maid 
answers with the same number, as antistrophe, declining to have 
anything to do with him. Then he indignantly addresses her : 

" Farewell, you scornful minion ; I bid you now adieu ; 
I never do intend to come again to trouble you. 
I'll rest myself contented imtil that I can find 
A Wife that is more fitting and agreeable to my mind." 

She retains the last word, her trumpet giving no uncertain sound : 

" Why then farewell, proud Coxcomb ! and this I tell thee plain. 
Thy pride and thy ambition I hold in much disdain. 
Eather than such a Jack as thee shoidd'st be my company-keeper, 
I'll marry with a Beggar-man, or with a Chimney-sweeper." 


Cl)e 3lot)ial S^avvimv; 

Sail forth, bold Sea-men, plough the liquid main ; 
Fear neither Storms nor Pirats, strive for gain ; 
Whilst others sleep at home in a whole sivin. 
Your brave adventures shall great honours win. 

To the tune of, I am a Jovial Satchelor, Sfc. [By] J. P. 

I Am a Jovial Marriner, our calling is well known, 
We trade with many a Foreigner to purchase high renown ; 
We serve our country faithfully, and bring home store of gold ; 
We do our business manfully, for we are free and bold ; 

A Sea-man hath a valiant heart, and hears a nohle minde ; 
He scorneth once to shrink or start for any stormy wind. 6 

'Tis known what hardships we endure abroad upon the seas, 
Whilst others sleep at home secure, and spend their time in ease ; 
We seldom dare lie down to rest, lest danger should ensue; 
Our heads with care is sore opprest : beleeve me it is true ! 

A Sea-tnati hath a valiant heart, Sfc. 12 

A cowardly spirit must not think to prove a Sea-man bold, 
Por to be sure he may not shrink in dangers manifold ; 
When Sea-fights happen on the main, and dreadful cannons rore. 
Then all men fight, or else be slain, [and Braggarts proud look poor : 
A Sea-man hath a valiant heart, ^c.~\ [cutaway. 

'Tis Sea-men stout that doth deserve both honour and renown. 
In perils great we may not swerve, though Neptune seem to frown ; 
If once his curled front we spy, drencht in the foamy brine. 
Then each man doth his business ply, there's none that doth repine: 
A Sea-man hath \_a valiant heart~\, 8fc. 24 

When angry billows brush the skye, most hideous to behold. 
Then up our Ships are tost on high, and with the waves are roull'd; 
When tempest fierce our sails doth tear, and rends the masts asunder, 
! then we have great cause to fear, or else it were a wonder : 

A Sea-mart hath [_a valiant heart~\, ^*6'. 30 

Great Rocks which lye amongst the waves do threaten us with death , 
And many Sea-men finde their Graves in sands which are beneath ; 
To see the masts of Ships appear, which hath been cast away. 
Would make a Land-man dye for feai', 'tis best at home to stay. 
A Sea-man hath a valiant heart, and bears a nohle minde, ^c. 
Brave England hath been much inricht by art of Navigation ; 
Great store of wealth we home have fetched for to adorn our Nation : 
Our Merchants still we do supply with Traffick that is rare, 
Then Sea-men cast your caps on high, we are without compare. 
A Sea-man hath a valiant heart, and bears a noble minde, 
He scorneth once to shrink or start for any stormy wind. 42 

VOL. VI. 2 B 

370 The Jovial Mariner ; or, The Seaman's Renoicn. 

"Who should the Ladies' pallats please, with spices of the hest, 
If Sea-men all should take their ease, and stay at home to rest? 
Our Gallauts they would finde a want of silks to make them fine, 
And tearing boyes no more would rant if once they wanted wine. 
A Sea-man hath [_a valiant heart~\, 8fc. 48 

Our Land it would invaded be if Sea-men were not stout ; 
We let our friends come in yon sea, and keep our foes without; 
Our privilege upon the seas we bravely do maintain. 
And can enlarge it when we please in Royal Charles his lleign. 

A Sea-man hath [a valiant hearty, ^'c. 54 

Such Countries as do lie remote doth tremble at our fame. 
For we have taugbt them all to note 'tis England bears the name : 
In foreign parts where ere we come our valour is well known, 
What ere tliey be they dare not nnimni, if we say all's our own : 
A Sea-man hath \_a valiant heart~\, ^'c. 60 

When as our Ships with merchandize ai'e safely come to shore, 
No men like us under the skies to drink, to sing, and rore ; 
Good wine and beer we freely tope, imtil the ground look blew: 
We value neither Turk nor Pope, we are a jovial crew, t^^'^ ^'■^' "'^ '"■^' 
A Sea-man hath [a valiant heart"], 8fc. 66 

We kiss our Wives when we return, who long for us did wait, 
And he that's single needs not mourn, he cannot want a mate: 
Young women still are wondrous kinde to Sea-men in their need ; 
And sure it shows a courteous minde to do a friendly deed. 

A Sea-man hath [a valiant heart], (^'C, 72 

With pretty courteous dainty knacks we please the females well, 
We know what longing woman lacks, most surely we can tell ; 
A Sea-man is a Cock o' ih' Came, young maidens find it true ; 
AVe never are so much to blame to let them want their due. 

A Sea-man hath [a valiant heart], Sfc. 78 

Thus, gallant Sea-men, I have spread abroad your high renown : 
Which sliall survive when you are dead, and gain a lasting Crown ; 
Your Praise to future ages shall most gloriously appear. 
Then courage, noble Sea-men all, 'tis you I love most dear. 
A Sea-man hath a valiant heart, and hears a nolle minde, 
Se scorneth once to shrink or start for any stormy wind. 84 


London, Printed for T. Passenger, on London- Bridge. With privilege. 

[In Black-letter. With two woodcuts on the unique exemplar. 1st, the Naval 
Conflict, as on p. 433 ; 2nd, the couple sitting on a bed, Roxburghe Ballads, 
iii. 400. Date, circa 1670-84. Partly mutilated. Another of J.P.'s was " The 
Merchant and the Fiddler's Wife," = " It Avas a rich merchant man." 



15aUaD0 on tfte ^pani06 armaDa» 

Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise, 
I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days, 
When that great fleet ' Invincible ' against her bore in vain 
The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain. 
" It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, 
There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth Bay ; 
Her crew hath seen Castille's black fleet, beyond Aurigny's isle, 
At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile. 
At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace ; 
And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in chase. 
Forthwith a guard at every gun was placed along the wall ; 
The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbes lofty hall ; 
Many a light flshing-bark put out to pry along the coast ; 
And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post." . . 

— The Armada : by Macaulay. 

.LTHOUGH there are a few Naval Ballads of still earlier date 
extant, with the record of others that have perished, we begin our 
Group with some contemporaneous celebrations of that memorable 
and most important victory among English sea-fights, the dispersal 
and virtual destruction of the Spanish Armada ; towards the ter- 
centenary of which event the world is tending rapidly. Strange 
coincidence was it, that on its first centennial anniversary in 
England, in 1688, another great defeat of Home's ecclesiastical 
power took place ; James the Second by his rash and headstrong 
folly having sacrificed alike his own sovereignty and the hopes of 
his Catholic subjects : as shown in volumes iv. and v. of this series. 

Fortunately for our country and the ' Reformed ' Church of 
England, the ill-omened marriage of Henry the Eighth's legitimate 
daughter Mary to Philip the Second of Spain was a barren union. 
No offspring came to perpetuate the race. Evil enough had she 
wrought, during her four calamitous years. Bigotry and fanaticism 
crowded them with martyrdoms. Had a child been born, causing 
a long regency, a civil-war might have followed. It is doubtful 
whether the nation would have any longer endured such ruthless 
persecution of "heretics" as had been satisfactory to "bloody 
Mary " in her brief reign. Such experience was not to be forgotten, 
when her death released England from her husband's presence, 
although his interference was continued : hence the antagonism 
of the zealous Reformers against the devout Catholics of the old 
religion had become specially embittered. 

Elizabeth speedily fell into habits of cruelty, persecuting without 
excuse of necessity those who were willing to remain loyal subjects, 
although opposed to new-fangled Protestantism. It was a grave 
error : most of the troubles that ensued were its fitting punishment. 

372 " The Golden Days of Good Queen Bess." 

She could not be so wise, far in advance of her age, as to grant 
full religious toleration. But there was no excuse for the haste 
with which she enacted the most oppressive penal laws against all 
who continued to cherish the form of religion hitherto fostered by 
the State. At her accession the Catholics had shown themselves 
loyally willing to accept her as their Queen, without rebellion, 
such as the Protestants had earlier attempted when Edward the 
Sixth died. Yet Elizabeth's claim to the succession was certainly 
open to question. Daughter of Anne Boleyn, born during the life- 
time of Queen Catharine of Arragon, Elizabeth's legitimacy was 
Avorse than doubtful. 'Ihe injustice of her acts, even before the 
Pope launched his Bull of E.xcommunication against her, and still 
more in later years her jealousy, tyranny, treachery, and ruthless 
barbarity against the ill-fated Mary Queen of Scots, gave occasion 
for plots and conspiracies among those who had learnt to understand 
her defects of character, since no trust could be reposed in her 
pledged word or sense of honour. Her statecraft was unprincipled, 
vacillating, selfish, and ignoble. She was popular among the 
Common people, nevertheless, for to them she was less cruel than 
her half-sister had been ; Elizabeth confining her tyrannies to 
persons whose wealth she coveted or whose influence she feared. 
Often entangled amid foreign politics, she won little glory as an 
ally. She affected the position of an arbitress and protectress of 
the revolted Netherlanders, the escaped or exiled Protestants of 
Erance ; but her deeds were seldom in accordance with her 
promises. She irritated Spain by habitual connivance with those 
adventurers who plundered argosies and carracks ; yet she truckled 
oftentimes to the power of Philip, whom she pretended to defy. 
If we carefully study the succession of events, we cannot be 
surprised at the mingled hatred and scorn shown by Spain against 
England ; not so much for what was done, lamely and ingloriously 
by our soldiers in the Netherlands, under the mismanagement of 
Leicester, as at the sharp practices of English privateers, pirates, 
plunderers of ships, destroyers of cities, desecrators of churches, 
and ravagersof convents, whosecrimes were disallowed diplomatically, 
but publicly rewarded. Rapacious and parsimonious, she shared in 
the spoil. These deeds led Spain to make one supreme effort at 
reprisal with the " Invincible Aimada." 

Erance, alter the massacre on St. Bartholomew's Day, 1572, 
had shared little interest or friendship. With the Netherlands, 
before trade-rivalries brought jealousy, the sympathy was chiefly 
felt among grim Calvinists, the early race of Puritans, who 
were soon to work more mischief than Pomauists. But against 
Spain, partly in connection with the atrocities of Alva, there was 
a loathing and hatred manifested, seldom devoid of terror among 
the populace, such as may be read in many of our ensuing ballads. 

The j)nst and jjresent of " Proud Sjxiin." 373 

In modern days Spain has never held a commanding position 
among nations. It has degenerated into a third or fourth-class 
power. Its enmity is ridiculed, its alliance is scorned. It has 
fallen from political importance, through intestinal feuds and 
jealousies, with ruinous blunders that history neither magnifies 
nor extenuates. Intrigues are woven there, as of old ; fierce and 
sudden insurrections imperil the security of each successive 
ruler; frivolities and bloodshed, the decay of heroic patriotism, 
a besetting selfishness, and pride that ludicrously travesties the 
ancient haughtiness of the Hidalgo, combine to keep the once- 
powerful nation isolated and in low esteem. Sunk into decay, 
although not into squalor and contempt, because traces of the 
dignity remain, Spain still fascinates the traveller by picturesque 
antiquities, by legendary lore and historic memories, by the glowing 
life of its olden novelists and painters, by the grace of its Moorish 
architecture. All the interest belongs to the distant past, except 
the beauty and grandeur of scenery, which nothing can destroy. 

Amid the general decay of energy, save in spasmodic and 
destructive outbursts of popular impatience or discontent, it 
requires an effort to bring back to the spectator a remembrance 
of the world-wide influence, the untold wealth, the indomitable 
pride, the haughty arrogance and tyrannical cruelty of that Spain, 
three hundred years ago, whence vauntingly came forth in 1588 
the ' Invincible Armada,' of which the destruction was so speedy 
and so fatal. 

Every successful adventure of our voyagers on the Spanish Main, 
even the Buccaneering marauders, was hailed with enthusiasm 
among the Elizabethans. The courage of our warriors was as 
famous as the later brilliancy of intellect in dramatists and poets. 
The nation could appreciate both, but preferred successful action. 

Many times in our history it seemed as though only a miracle 
could have saved us; so conflicting have been the counsels, so 
ruinous the divisions among responsible advisers. Pew were the 
brave and honest statesman who used their influence as a sacred 
trust. Wretched party wrangles absorbed the strength of those 
who ought to have laboured for the good of their country. The 
vilest motives intruded to spoil the noblest causes. Paltry spite 
and sordid greed were suffered to outweigh the claim of honour. 
Instead of being governed by the highest intellects, of pure and 
consistent gentlemen, the record shows a catalogue of vacillating 
blunderers, incapable of conceiving a lofty ideal, and too fickle or 
treacherous to be faithful to their own partizans or leaders. 
Ever and anon the government passed into the liands of some 
unscrupulous despots, whose own course lay through slime and 
blood, men who have left our annals dark beyond forgiveness or 
oblivion. Happy are we if the future repeat no past errors. 

374 The threatened approach of the * Invincible Armada.^ 

Well for enthusiasts that they still can cherish hope, looking 
forward to the coming of a brighter clay, of wider sympathy, of 
more loving brotherhood, of contented labour and innocent enjoy- 
ment : a time when the grievous contrasts between sated luxury 
and phrensied want may cease ; when the wild beast ot our nature 
shall be not merely chained and scourged into subjection, but 
tamed and purified. It may be so, that such an earthly paradise 
is possible, but sure we are that no signs of its early arrival are 
visible, to those who have eyes to read and hearts to sadden over 
the lessons that each year brings forth. The individual peril passes 
away, or the blow falls, destroying some and leaving others free, 
uninjured. In past and present we behold this. But the incessant 
recurrence of the self-same trouble, the relapses into the besetting 
sin, the removal prematurely of the best and the constant survival 
of the «mfittest, weary the heart of tlic historian, as they do also 
of the contemporary, so that our painful knowledge of the past 
discolours sadly every prospect of the future. 

Not to feed this gloomy discontent do we study the annals of our 
naval victories. We draw from innumerable records the indication 
of terror at the impending invasion being widely spread. We prize 
the national courage and loyalty wherewith all classes united in one 
common purpose to defend their Queen and country (as, we trust, 
would be shown again, if the integrity of the empire were seriously 
imperilled) : so that even the persecuted Roman Catholics rallied to 
support the throne, scorning all temptation in the hour of peril 
to avail themselves of any foreign invader, who might offer to 
advance their own religion as being a brother in the common faith. 
That the approach of the Armada dismayed our people is beyond 
doubt, but it also revealed the strength and courage, the single- 
mindedness of our best men and women. Bravely as our sailors 
foujjht, worthily as they were guided into action, the gross mis- 
management and parsimony of Eliznbeth's counsellors were such 
that not even Drake and Baleigh could have averted a woful 
defeat (howsoever temporary), had it not been that the elements 
fought for us, and completed what skill and fortitude began. " The 
stars in their courses fought against Sisera." 

Kemembering how much was wrought by the tempest, while our 
sailors were left unsupplicd with ammunition to maintain the fight 
in 'Eighty-eight, we turn back more gladly to wonder at Drake's 
brilliant achievements one year earlier ; achievements which remain 
to this day unequalled. On Sunday the i%th of April, 1587, he 
left Plymouth, where he had stayed a week to furnish his fleet, 
and put to sea with twenty-five sail, the four flag-ships being 
the Elizaheth-Bonaventnra, 600 tons, under the command of the 
admiral, Drake ; the Golden Lion, 500 tons, under vice-admiral 
William Burroughs, the timid and over-ruled controller of the 

Drake's triiDnp/ianf assault on Cadiz, 1587. 375 

N'avy; the Dreadnought, 400 tons, under the rear-admiral; and 
the E,ainbow, 500 tons (of which vessel we shall read anon in the 
" Captain Ward " ballad). Others were merchant-adventurers' 
vessels and two pinnaces. Next day they cliased two ships, men of 
war of Lyme, and persuaded them to join. After some tempestuous 
weather they reached Cadiz (" Cales" it was always called at that 
date) on the ifth of April, and found "a great flete of sliippes 
rydeing," as worthy Robert Leng tells us in his True Liscripcion of 
the last Voiage ; which was printed for our excellent Camden Society 
in 1863, from the original MS. in the British Museum; edited with 
unobtrusive thoroughness by Clarence Hopper, who thus writes : — 

" In less than two months from the time of his departure from Plymouth, the 
intrepid Admiral completely swept from the coasts of Gallicia, I'ortugal, and 
Andalusia every description of craft, from the formidable galley to the humble 
trawl, bearing the flag of, or politically connected with, the dynasty of Spain. 

Drake's achievements in that brief space of time are absolutely unparalleled 
in the annals of naval warfare. In his rapid progress he annihilated the tunny 
fishery, upon the annual success of which tlie Spanish nation almost exclusively 
depended during Lent and other seasons of abstinence. To a devoted Catholic 
nation such a loss, in that age, was a serious if not an irreparable calamity. In 
the harbour of Cadiz he dentroytd ten thousand tons of shippu/ff, besides warlike 
stores and provisions of incalculable vniue, which had been laboriously gathered 
from the widely -sjiread dominions of Philip, and from other countries in alliance 
with the crown of Spain, to furnish supplies for the renowned and so-called 
' Invincible ' Armada. 

The signal discomfiture and loss inflicted upon the Spaniards necessitated a 
postponement of their long-meditated invasion of our shores ; whilst England, by 
the activity, courage, and skill of Drake, gained an addilionnl ticelveino)dh for 
making preparation to resist her formidable and implacable foes ; but that which 
was of infinitely greater importance, her gallant sea-captain had fairly tested the 
vaunted superiority of the large Spanish galleys, and taught his followers to 
despise them. In a few hours he demonstrated their unfitness to cope with the 
lighter vessels of Britain. Such a lesson was not lost upon his countrymen in 
the following year, when Drake saw the fulfilment of his boast, that four of the 
Queen^s ships were more than a match for the new-fangltd and unwieldy argosies 
of Spain. 

This terrible visitation on the coasts of the Spanish monarch Drake, who 
appears to have been as witty as he was bold, was wont jocosely to term ' tlie 
singeing of King Philip'' s beard.^ 

From Cadiz Sir Francis directed his course to the Azores, where his customary 
good fortune attended him. Off the island of Terceira he fell in with and 
captured a stupendous and richly-laden carrack [-S'«» Philip\ returning from a 
lengthened voyage to the East Indies. As well from the commodities as from the 
journal, charts, and other papers and documents found on board that prize, our 
merchants learned for the first time the immense commercial resources of the 
East. It was, in fact, the capture of this inagnificent vessel that suggested the 
first idea of establishing the East India Company. The name of Drake, although 
he did not live to see the company incorporated by royal charter \_i.c. in Dec. 
1600], is thus identified with the most superb acquisition of the British crown." 
\_Cf. Thomas Greepe's poem llie True and perfect Neu-es of the ivnrthy and valvnit 
exploytes atchieued and done by that valiant Knight, Syr Frauitcis Drake, 1587. 
'•Tryumph, C) England, and reioyce."] 

376 The Fame of Sir Francis Brake, 1581. 

Drake's magnificent naval achievement, thus destroying in Cadiz 
harbour the fleet that was already being prepared against England, 
deserved to be celebrated in the best of naval ballads. But we 
have found none extant. He might not escape the affliction of 
being addressed in dreary and monotonous poems, written in his 
honour, but so tedious and long-winded that nobody could read 
them, unless debarred from all other literature and during ftn im- 
prisonment long as that of Sir Walter Raleigh. 8uch was George 
Puttenham's Partheniades (Cottoniun MS. Yespasian, E. viii. fol. 
169 etc.), beginning, " Gracious Princesse, "Where princes are in 
place," etc. Sixch, also, the anonymous " Vei'ses upon the report 
of the death of the Rt. Hon. the Lord of Essex" (Robert Devereux, 
vide post), beginning, "Good God, what will at length become 
of us?" (Harleian MS. 6910, fol. 177). And such was the inter- 
minable poem by Gervasc Markliam, on Sir Richard Grenville's 
heroic fight in the Revenge, 1591, " Tlie Most Honorable 
Tragedy of Sir Richard Grenville," 1595, which begins, "That 
time of yeare when the inamoured sunne." The allusions to Spain 
in such a Roxburghe Ballad as our forthcoming, " Eive Sail of 
Frigates bound for Malago " (p. 411), with the irrepressible delight 
at plunder and destruction of property, suggest remembrance of the 
Spanish Armada 'scare.' It is true that we find in "The George 
Aloe and the Sweepstake too" (p. 409), equal exultation at the 
slaughter of "French dogs"; but in general the rule holds that the 
Spaniards were more hated than ridiculed, and the French more 
ridiculed tlian hated. This prevailed into modern times. 

Although we have no ballad to give on "Drake at Cales, in 
1587," we are more fortunate regarding his famous expedition 
round the world in 1581. A lively spirit, worthy of himself, is in 
these stanzas and in the later " Song on Sir Francis Drake." 

Wqz Jaiue of Sir jFraucis Stake. 

(On his Return from Circumnavigating the World, in 1581.) 

QIR T)raTce,'Vi\iOTa. well the "World's end knew, 
Which thou did'st compass round. 
And whom hoth Poles of Heaven once saw. 

Which North and South do bound ; 
The Starres above would make thee knowne. 

If men here silent were : 
The Sun him selfe cannot forget [Ptolemaic system. 

His feUow- traveller. 

Drake, Grenville, Frobisher, Hawkins, Cavendish, Raleigh, 
Monson, great men all, brave and skilful, can never be forgotten, 
but best of all, to many minds, is he whom our own early master 
David Scott nobly portrayed (in his Westminster-Hall Competition 
Cartoon), surveying calmly from the deck of his victorious ship 

the destruction of the Armada. [Wc hope to add it as Frontispiece. 


Another Song on Sir Francis BraJce, 1581. 377 

It is melanclioly to remember how Drake, like others at that day 
(Hawkins, to wit, and in the same year, 1596), died as he had 
lived, thwarted, and. harassed by unworthy foes, despite the noble 
deeds by which we might have thought he could have put to shame 
such venomous intriguers as Crofts and Burleigh. If the virtues of 
those days were great, so were the vices. Drake was a true hero. 

The waves became his winding-sheet, the waters were his tomb. 
But for his fame the ocean sea was not sufficient room. 

Here is the other song, by a different hand. Yariations noted below. 
^ .Santj on Sir Jranci's Bralic. 

(Written in 1581, or soon after.) 

jIR Francis, Sir Francis, Sir Francis is come,^ 
Sir William and eke Sir Robert his son,^ 
And eke the good Earl of Sauthampton "* 
Marcht on his way most gallantly on ; 
Then came my Lord Chamberlain, with his white staff,* 
And all the people began for to laugh. 
And then the Queene began to speak, 
" You're welcome home. Sir Francis Drake ! " 

The Queen's Speech. 

" Oallants all of British bloud, 
Why do ye not saile on th' Ocean flood ? 
I protest y' are not all Avorth a Philberd 
Compared with Sir Humphrey Gilberd.^' ^ 

The Queen's Reason. [Probably added in 158*.] 

For he walkt forth in a rainy day. 
To the New-Found-Land he took his way. 
With many a gallant fresh and green 
He never came home agen. 
God bless the Queen ! 

1 We understand as the threefold holders of the name "Sir Francis" these 
persons : Sir Francis Drake, knighted by the Queen after his return from circum- 
navigating the world, in 1580 ; Su- Francis Walsingham ; and Sir Fi-ancis Vere. 

* Sir AVilliara Cecil (Lord Burleigh), and his son Sir Robert (not Knighted 
till IGOl) ? We cannot feel sure as to the present reading being the correct one. 
A printed version begins differently ; " Sir Francis, Sir Francis, Sir Francis 
his sou, Sir Robert and eke Sir William is come." 

3 The Earl of Southampton, Henry Wriothesley ; but a MS. version reads 
"the Earl of Himtiugdon," Henry Hastings, the 20th Earl, who died in 1595. 

* By the Lord Chamberlain is probably meant the despicalsle Sir James Crofts, 
who hated and calumniated Drake, regarding him as a cliief obstruction to that 
peace with Spain which Crofts intrigued to obtain. 

5 In 1583 Sir Humphrey Gilbert took possession of Newfoundland in the 
name of Queen Elizabeth, but was lost at sea in his voyage back to England in 
1584. The allusions to his fate prove that the final stanza could not have been 
written (probably as an addition) until three years after the knighting of Sir 
Francis Drake in 158x, when he had come back in the Felican from circum- 
navigation, as shown earlier. (Cf. Ashm. MS. 36, 37, fol. 296 verso.) He was 
the first English Commander who succeeded in such a feat. 

378 Dr. John StilVs Hymn against the Spanish Armada. 

The following Hymn of Deliverance, sung when the Spanish 
Armada was approaching our shores, is preserved in a manuscript 
that had belonged to the late Mr. R. Pearsall, of Willsbridge. 

^ p?gmne to hz simtf fig all lEntjlantie: Momcn, goutfjcs, (Ilarkcg, 
anti .SoultiiErs. JHatiE 60 3.5. 

FRom mercilesse Invaders, from wicked men's deuice, 
God ! arise and helpe us to quele owre enemies. 

Kyrye eleison. Christe eleison. 

Sinke deepe their potent Navies, their stieno^the and corage breake, 
O God ! arise and sane us, for lesus Christ his sake. 

Though cruel Spain and Parma with heathene legions come, 
O God ! arise and arm us, we'll dye for owre home. 

We will not change owre Credo for Pope, nor hoke, nor bell ; 
And yf the Devil come him self, we'll hounde him hack to hell." 

[Written by John Still, Bishop of Bath and Wells, author of Gammer Gurton^s 
Needle, in which occurs the excellent song of " I cannot eat but little meat."] 

The music of the Uymne is given in the Appendix to vol. 1st, p. 117, of Mr. 
William Chappell's excellent work (breaking absoltitely new ground at the time) 
A Collection of Ancient Engliah Melodies, 1840. Words in vol 2ud, p. 188. 

We have found no dated versions of the next song before 1656. 


®[pon tljc Spantslj Entiasion m 'Crt(j|)t2=^itjl[)t. 

(1656 version of Text.) 

IN Eighty-eight, ere I was born, as I do well remember a. 
In August was a Fleet prepar'd, the month before September a. 

Lisbone, Cales, and Porlugall, Toledo and Grenada, \_Cales = Cadiz. 

They all did meet and made a Fleet, and call'd it the Armada. 

There dwelt a little man in Spain, that shot well in a gun a, 
Don Pedro hight, as black a wight as the Knight of the Sun a. 

King Philip made him Admirall, and charg'd him not to stay a, 
But to destroy both man and boy, and then to come away a. 

He had thirty thousand of his own, but to do us more harm a. 
He charg'd him not to fight alone, but to joyn with th' Prince of Parma. 

They say they brought provision much, as biskets, beans, and bacon ; 
Besides, two ships were laden with whips : but I think they were mistaken. 

When they had sailed all along, and anchored before Dover, 
The English men did board them then, and heav'd the Rascalls over. 

The Queen she was at Tilbury, what could you more desire a ? 
For whose sweet sake Sir Francis Drake did set the ships on fire a. 

Then let them neither brag nor boast, for if they come again a, 
Let them take heed they do not speed as they did they know when a. 

There are sufficient variations in another version of this " Old 
Song on the Spanish Armada " to make it expedient for us to give 
it alongside, for comparison. We believe that the original belongs 

Old Song on the Spanish Armada qf^Eightij-Eight. 379 

to the reign of James the First, but not earlier. We have already 
had occasion to mention the Romance of the KnigM of the Sun (see 
p. 325), more generally and early known as '' The Mirrour of Princely 
Deedes and Knighthood, ivherein is shelved the worthiness of The 
KnigM of the Sunne,'''' etc. Consisting of Mne Parts, written in 
succession by different authors, it was published at intervals, be- 
tween 1585 and 1601 ; and translated into English in 1598, etc. 
It is mentioned along with similar romances in the ballad-burlesque 
entitled The Trimming of Tom Nash, " Harke ! harke ! my Maysters, 
and be still, be still," in Sloane MS. Plut. xcvi. E., to the Tune 
of Harke ! harke ! my Masters^ and give eare, give eare : — 

Harke ! harke ! jny maysters and be still, be still, and giue good eare, 
And I will singe as merrye a jeast as you have hearde this yeare ; 
For mirth methinkes this merrye ryme shold not come out of season. 
If any then fynde any faulte, he lackes both wit and reason ; 
Yet sing I not of lo[rd] nor kn[ight] nor sq[uire] of low degree, 
Eut of a merry Gretke who dwelt far hence i' th' North Countrye ; 
Far hence i' th' North Countrye he dwelt ; his name 1 have forgot, 
£ut since he was foole neere a kin to Monsier Bon Quixof, 
And like him too, as like may bee, in bodye, mynde, and face. 
And for his doughtye deedes in fight, not bating him an ace ; 
And he as many authors read as e're Don Qnixot had, 
And some of them colde say by harte, to make the hearers glad. 
The valyand deeds o' th' Knight of M Sun and Rosicleer soe tall, [N.B. 

And Ptilmarinde of England too, and Amadis of Gnul ; 
Bevis of Hampton he had read, and Guy of Wanvicke stoute, 
Suon of Burdeux, though so long, yet he had read him out : 
The Hundred 'Talis, and Scoggiags Jeasts, and Arthur of th' round Table, 
The twelve wi/se men of Gotain too, and Ballats innumerable. [O rare! 

But to proceed, and not to make the matter long or garrishe, 
He was the onlye onlye youth that was in al our parishe. 

Surely a goodly store : like that in the Library of Captain Cox at 
Kenilwortli ! Our desire would have been to make acquaintance 
with, this most " merry Greeke " and his "ballads innumerable" 
(Huth Librarj-). Sir Thos. Overbury mentions the Kniglit of the Sun 
fascinating a chamber-muid and tempting her to turn knight-errant. 

^n ©lb Santj on t^e ^parttsl^ ^rmatio. 
Sir iFtancfs Drafec; or, '3Etrj|)tg=1£tgljt.' 

(1670 Text.) 


Orae years of late, in 'Eighty-Eight, as I do well remember-a, 

It was, some say, the nineteenth of May, and some say of Septemher-a.? 

The Spanish train laimch'd forth amain, with many a fine bravado. 
Their (as they thought, but it prov'd nought), ' Invincible' Armado.^ 

^ The double date is in this wise : the starting from Lisbon was on the M of 

May, storms delayed it, repairs took time until August. 
2 In saucy contemptuousuess it would not be easy to beat this parenthesis. 


380 " JF/ien the SjMniard came, her courage to tame." 

There was a little man, that dwelt in Spain, that shot well in a Gun-a,* 
Don Fedro hight, as black a wight as the Knight of the Sun-a. 

King Philip made him Admiral, and bade him not to stay-a, 
But to destroy both man and boy, and so to come away-a. 

Their Navy was well victualled, with Bisket, Pease, and Bacon ; 

They brought two ships, well fraught with Whips ; but I think they were mistaken. 

Their men were young, Munition strong, and to do us more harm-a,* 
They thought it meet, to joyn their J'leet all with the Prince of I'antia.^ 

They coasted round about our Land, and so came in by Dover, 
But we had men set on 'em then, and threw the Rascals over. 

The Queen was then at Tilbury : what could we more desire-a ? 
Sir Francis Brake, for her sweet sake, did set 'em all on fire-a. 

Away they ran, by sea and land, so that one man slew three-score-a ; 
And had not they all run away, 0' my soul ! we had kill'd niore-a. 

Then let them neither brag nor boast, for if they come again -a, 
Let 'em take heed, they do not speed as they did they know when-a ! 

Although she rose admirably to the occnsion when the Armada 
had closely approached our coast, and showed the dauntless courage 
befitting a Queen, to whom her subjects were loyally fiiithful in the 
hour of greatest danger, we must lionestly admit that Elizabeth had 
brought on herself and on the nation many cahimities. She by no 
means deserves cither our love or our reverence, when we rightly 
examine her personal character. In youth her nature seemed good, 

1 The " little man, Don Pedro hight" is Pietro do Valdez. Alonzo Perez di 
Guzman, Duke of jMudina Sidonia, in 1 088 commanded the Spanish fleet. 

* The Prince or Duke of Parma mentioned above was Alexander Farnesse. 

3 The common belief that a cargo of torture-whips were brought over in one 
of the Spanish ships had found contemporary record by Thomas Deloney {vide 
p. 387, where Ave give the ballad complete verbatim el literatim). The subject is 
referred to in the fifth stanza of a ballad upon the death of Queen Elizabeth 
(see Miss de Vaynes's Kentish Garland, i. 527, 1882), in Ashmolean MS. 36, 37, 
fol. 296 verso, viz. " I tell ye all, both great and small, and I tell ye all truly " : 

In 'Eighty-Eight how shee did fight 

Is kuowne to all and some. 
When the Spaniard came, her courage to tame, 

but had better haue stay'd at home : 
They came with Ships, fill'd full of Whipps, 

to haue lash'd her Princely Hide; 
But she had a Frake made them all cry ' Quake,' 

and bang'd them back and side. 

A wiser Queene never was to be seen, 

for a woman, or yet a stouter ; 
For if anie thing vext her, with that which came next her, 

how she would lay about her ! 
And her Scholarship 1 may not let slip, 

for there she did so excell. 
That amongst the rout, without all doubt. 

Queen Besse she bore the bell. 

" iVo Hcandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope. ^* 381 

but the dangers around had early trained her to be cunning. She 
became both treacherous and cruel. Ungrateful to her best subjects, 
always ready to sacrifice innocent victims to her caprices or to her 
selfish policy, she was meanly parsimonious where she ought to 
have been generous, paltry in her jealousies, exorbitantly exacting 
of deference and subjection, ridiculous in her insatiable vanity, and 
greedy of adulation. Her vacillation of purpose and inconstancy in 
affection were the sure signs of an unprincipled disposition, 
swayed by ignoble impulses ; while her inherited obstinacy of the 
Tudor race became most ungovernable where a reasonable woman 
should have gracefully yielded. We may concede her claim to 
chastity, but grave doubts remain. If she remained virtuous, she 
gave herself unpardonable licence, both in speech and conduct, and 
deserved the " scandal about Queen Elizabeth." 

At the same time, while admitting her great faults, we by no means accept 
as an absolutely faithful likeness of the Queen tliat besmirched and bedraggled 
caricature of weakest womanhood which James Anthony Froude was content to 
construct from the untrustworthy relations of foreign spies and gossiping am- 
bassadors. He loves too well the bespattering process, and no lamp-black is dark 
enough for his palette, or for that of his former associate, Thomas Carlyle. They 
degraded history by making it embody their own personal spite and prejudice. 
Elizabeth could not have been idolized by the best men of her time, as she was, 
if her nature had been so utterly despicable as Froude tries to make us believe. 
Eut he has told the story of the Spanish Armada so well (let it be remembered to 
his credit, in offset against his literary delinquencies elsewhere), that we need not 
recapitulate the details of that glorious struggle. Our business is with the 
Ballads, not to criticize the vexatious counter- orders or the scandalous neglect of 
providing the mariners with ammunition and food. Let us first examine the 
record of ballads issued at the time. 

For a few months after the 4th of March, 1588, when to John "Wolfe was 
entered the ballads of "A Glorious Resurrection," [A. Dialogue] " between Con- 
tent and Povertie," and " Goe from the Windowe, goe ! " (as mentioned on our 
p. 201), the Stationers' Registers bear record of a few miscellaneous ballads, 
until we reach the date of '29th June, when we find " A Dyttie of encoragement 
to English men to be bold to tight in Defence of prince and cuntrey." This was 
entered to II. Kifkham. The danger of invasion brought forth many swiftly 
following broadsides. On 9th July, John Wolfe registered a similar " Ballad of 
Encoragement to English Soldiours valyantly to behaue them selues in Defence 
of the true religion and their Cuntrey." " An excellent newe songe of prayer 
and prowess," on the 3rd August, was entered to Richard Jones ; while J. Wolfe 
had " A Joyfull Sonnet of the Redines of the shires and nobilitie of England to 
her Maiestie's Service." One week later we find the same printer authorized 
under Dr. Stallarde's hand for " A ballad of iW obteyiiiiu/e of the Galeazzn ivherein 
Bon Pidrn de Val\_d'\czwafi chief.'''' On the same day, the 1 0th of August, 1588, 
John Wolfe obtained permission to print another ballad, by a different writer, 
one " T. J." [who is unlikely to have been Thomas Jeney, the translator in 1568 
of Ronsard's " Discourse of the present Troubles in France"], viz. "A ioijfull 
songe of the Roiall lieceaning of the Qiieenes uKiieslie into her Canipe at Tilhery : 
the 8 and 9 of August, 1588." Both of these ballads, each extant in single 
exemplars, and also a distinct ballad on "The Queen at Tilsbime," by Thomas 
Deloney, we reprint on pp. 384 to 397. Again to John Wolfe, there followed 
on 18th August, "A ballad intytuled the Englishe preparacon of the Spaniardes' 
navigacon; " on the 23rd, "An excellent Songe of the breaking up of the Campe ; " 

382 " In May, Fifteen-hundred eight;/ and eight." 

and on the, "A propper newe ballad briefely shewinge the honorable 
Cumpanyes of horsmen and tootemen which dyverse nobles of Englaude brought 
before her maiestie, etc." On the last day of the month Thomas Orvyn paid the 
fee of sixpence for a ballad " nf the strange WJtippes which the Spanyardes had 
prepared [/o>-] the Englishemen and xi-omenP This ballad also is by Thomas 
Deloney, and is extant in a single exemplar (see p. 387). His three are printed 
on stout paper, one side only, and with evident care, superior to the workmanship 
displayed in later and smaller broadsides, whereof the paper is inferior in quality. 

It may be that other ballads of the same date, on the Spanish Armada, failed 
to be registered and to be preserved. But it is clear that public taste soon shifted 
back to the usual subjects, for '^ Tarleton''s Farewell'^ on 23rd September, 
^^ Peggies complaint for the Death of her Willi/e,^^ on the 26th, are entered to 
John Wolfe ; also two other ballads, on the 28th and 30th, viz. 1.—" The late 
wonderfall Dystrcs ivhichc the Spanishe Navye siistayncd yn the late fghte in 
the Sea, and vpon the West Coant if Ireland in this montth of September, 1.588." 
2. — " The valiant deedes of Mac Calie an Jrishe man." Ilenry Kirkham, on 
7th October, was allowed "A Ballad of Thankes gyving vtito God for his mercy 
toward hir Maiestie ; begynnynge ' Beioyce England." A few more complete 
the list unto the end of the year. To H. Carre and Thomas Orwyn on 3rd 
November, " A ballad of the most happie Victory obtained over the Spaniardes, 
and their overthrowe in July last, 1588." To John Wolfe (who seems to have 
been loyally active) entered on Xovembcr 4th and llth, "A songe wherein is 
conteyned the Treacherie of the wicked, and is made to be sunj: on the Coronacon 
Daye or at any other tyme;" and another "Joyful ballad of the Hoiall 
entrance of Queene Elizabeth into her cyty of London tbe [blank] Day of 
November, 1588, and of the solemnity vsed by her maiestie to the glory of God 
for the wonderfuU overthrowe of the Spaniardes." Also, "A Dyttye of the 
exploit of the Erie of Cumberland on the sea," etc., in October, 1588, and of 
"the overthrowe of 1600 Spaniardes in Ireland." Lastly, to Eichard Jones, on 
21st November, one "under the Bishop of London's hand, entituled, a new 
ballad of Englunde''s Joy and delight. In the back liebound of the Spanyardes' 
spyght.''^ One valuable contemporary record is entitled, ^^ A true Discourse of 
the Armie which the King of Spaine caused to be assembled in Hauen of Lisbon, 
in the Kingdome of Fortugall, in the year 1588 against England : the which 
began to go out of the said Bauen on the 29 and 30 of May : " translated out of 
French into English, by Daniel Archdeacon : printed at London by John Wolfe, 
1588: we find a list of the Spanish Ships. On p. 24 is "The army of the 
Ships of Andelouzie, of the which is captain don Pedro de Valdes,^' beginning 
Avith ' The Captain ship of 1550 tunnes, carieth 304 men of warre, 118 mariners, 
50 canons, powder, bullets, and the rest of their provision.' 

Elsewhere we read, condensedly, concerning the total force, that the Spanish 
ships, 130 in mmiber, were of different classes, 65 being galleons and larger 
vessels, 25 pink-biult ships, 19 tenders, 13 small frigates, 4 galeasses, and 4 
galleys. The soldiers on board amounted to 19,295; the mariners to 8050: 
of these 3330 soldiers and 1293 mariners had been supplied by Portugal : beside 
whom the rowers in the galeasses amounted to 1200, and in the galleys to 888. 
'i'here were on board 2431 pieces of artillery, and 4575 quintals of powder [our 
defenders were scandalously neglected in this matter, while the Spaniards were so 
well furnished] : .'^47 of the pieces of artillery had been supplied by Portugal. 
Two thousand volunteers of the most distinguished families in Spain, exclusive 
of the sailors and soldiers already mentioned, are stated to have accompanied the 
expedition. — (Charles Knight^ s Penny Cyclopcedia, 1834. ii. 348, Armada). 

Besides these were prepared near Nieuport and Dunkirk an array of 30,000 
foot and 4000 horsemen, under command of the Duke of Parma, intended to 
co-operate with the Armada. 

Thomas Deloney's three following ballads, contemporary with the events of 

Song on the ' Invincible ' S^mnish Armada. 383 

which he sang, are preserved at the British Musum in a volume labelled 
'■'■ Fragment a''' (fase 18. e. 2). 'I'hey were purchased from their discoverer, J. 
0. Halliwell-Phillips, Esq., F.R.S., F.S.A., who had previously reprinted thirty 
copies of them, in 1860, and thus doubly saved them from oblivion. On Deloney 
we give a paragraph extract from Thomas Nash ; see p. 389. 

We close this Introduction to the Deloney Ballads by prefixing a two centuries' 
later Song on the Spanish Armada (written exactly one hundred years ago, by 
John O'Keefe, for Weatlierbang in "The Siege of Curzola," Act. ii.) : it was 
sung at the Ilaymarket. by Davies and Brett. The music was composed by Dr. 
Samuel Arnold, in 1786. 

W^z Spam'sf) ^rmatia. 

IN May fifteen hundred and eighty and eight, 
Cries FhiUp, " 'I'he English I'll humble ; 
I've taken it into my majesty's pate, 

And their Lion, oh, down he shall tumble ! 
They Lords of the Sea ! " — then his sceptre he shook — 

" I will prove it an arrant bravado. 
By Neptune ! I'll sweep them all into a nook 

With tW Invincible Spanish Armado .'" 8 

This fleet then sail'd out, and the winds they did blow, 

Their guns made a terrible clatter ; 
Our noble Queen Befis, 'cause she wanted to know, 

Quiil'd her ruff, and cried, " Pray, whafs the matter ? " 
" They say, my good Queen," replied Howard so stout, 

" The Spfuiiard has drawn his Toledo, 
Cock sure that he'll thump us, and kick us about, 

With tK Invincible Spanish Armado."" 16 

The Lord Mayor of London, a very wise man, 

"What to do in this case vastly wonder'd ; 
Says the Queen : " Send in fifty good ships if you can." 

Says my Lord, " Ma'am, I'll send in a himdred." 
Our iire-snips they soon struck their cannons all dumb, 

For the Dons run to Ave and Credo ; 
Great 31edina roars out, " Sure the devil is come 

For th' Invincible Spanish Armado." 24 

On Effinghatn's squadron, though all in abreast, 

Like open-mouth curs they came bowling ; 
His sugar-plums finding they could not digest, 

Away home they ran yelping and howling. 
When 'er Britain'' s foes shall, with envy agog, 

In our Channel make such a bravado, 
Huzza, my brave boys ! we're still able to flog 

An invincible Spanish Armado. 32 


[British Museum Collection, C. 18. e. 2, fol. 62.] 

a iotjful ncto Ballati, tirrlarintj t!)c ^lappte oitnfm'ntj of tfjc great 
Galleiizzo, infjcrcin Don Tietro de Yaldez toas tfjc dji'cfc, tljrougij 
tljE migijti'c potocr ant) pvouiticncc of Got), being a spcci'all tolun 
of \)iQ gracious anli fatlicrb gootmcss totoartis lis, to tht great 
tncouragemcnt of all tlio5cl!iat luillingb figljt in tljctjcfence of 
ijis gospel, ant) our gooti ^Queene of Eugiaud. 

To THE TtNE OF, Mowiseurs Abnaigne. 

OXoble England, fall doimo vpoii tliy knee, 
And prake thy God with thanktuU liart, which still maintaineth thee. 
The forraine forces, that seckes thy vtter spoile : 
Shall then tlirough his especiall grace be brought to sharaefuU foile. 
Witli miglitiu power thev come vnto our coast : 
To ouer runne our countrie quite, they make their brags and boast. 
In strength of men tliey set their onely stay, 
But we vpon the Lord our God will put our trust alway. 8 

Great is their number of ships vpon the sea ; [See p. 382. 

And their proiiision wondcrfull, but Lord thou art our stay. 
Their armed souldiers are many by account. 
Their aiders eke in this attempt doc sundrie waies surmount. 
The Pope of Rome, with many blessed graines. 
To sanctify their bad pretense, bestowed both cost and paines. 
But little land, be not dismaide at all ; 
The Lord no doubt is on our side, which soon will worke their fall. 16 

In happie houre our foes we did discry. 
And vnder saile with gallant winde as tliey cam passing by. 
"Which suddaine tidings to I'/i/)i, month being brought, 
Full soone our Lord high Admirall for to pursue them sought. 
And to his traine coragiously he said : 

' Now for the Lord and our good Queene to fight be not afraide. 
Regard our cause, and play your partes like men : 
The Lord no doubt will prosper vs, in all our actions then.' 24 

This great Galleazzo, which was so huge and bye, 
That like a bulwarke on the sea did seeme to each man's eye. 
There was it taken, vnto our great reliefe ; 

And diners Nobhs, in which traine Don Fietro was the chiefe. [See p. :<80. 
Stronge was she stuff, with Cannons great and small. 
And other instruments of warre, which we obtained all. 
A certaiue sisne of good successe we trust. 
That God will ouerthrow the rest, as he hath done the first. 32 

Then did our Nauie pursue the rest amaine, {Second column beyim.] 

"With roaring noi«e of Cannons great, till they neare Callice came. 
With manly courage they followed them so fast. 
Another mightie Gallion did seem to yeeld at last. 
And in distress, for sauegard of their Hues, 
A flag of truce they did hang out, with many mournfull cries : 
Which when our men did perfectly espie, 
Some little Barkes they sent to her, to board her quietly. 40 

The Obtaining of the Great Galleazzo. 385 

But these false Spaniards, esteeming them but weake, 
"When they within their danger came, their malice forth did breake. 
"With charged Cannons, they laide about them then ; 
For to destroy those proper Barkes, and all their valiant men. 
Which when our men perceiued so to be, 
Like Lions fierce they forward went, to 'quite this injurie, 
And bourding them, with strong and mightie hand. 
They kild the men vntill their Arke did sinke in Callice sand. [=Calais. 

The chiefest Captains of this Gallion so hie, 
Don Hugo de MoncaJdn i he, within this fight did die, 
Who was the Generall of all the Gallions great : 
But through his braines w[ith] pouders force a Bullet strong did beat. 
And raanie more by sword did loose their breath : 
And manie more within the sea did swimme and tooke their death. 
There might you see the salt and foming flood, 
Dyed and staind like scarlet red, with store of Spanish blood. 66 

This mightie vessell was threescore yards in length : 
Most wonderfull to each man's eie, for making and for strength, 
In her was placed an hundreth Cannons great ; 
And mightily prouided eke, with bread-corne, wine, and meat. 
There was of Oares two hundreth I weene : 

Three-score foote and twelve in length, well measured to be seene, 
And yet subdued, with manie others more : 
And not a Ship of ours lost, the Lord be thankt therefore. 64 

Our pleasant countrie, so fruitfuU and so faire, 
They doe intend by deadly warre to make both poore and bare : 
Our townes and cities to racke and sacke likewise ; 
To kill and murder man and wife, as malice doth arise ; 
And to deflower our virgins in our sight ; 
And in the cradle cruelly the tender babe to smite. 

God's holy truth they meane for to cast downe : ['ird column begins. 

And to depriue our noble Queene both of her life and crowne. 72 

Our wealth and riches, which we enioyed long, 
They doe appoint their pray and spoile, by crueltie and wrong ; 
To set our houses a fier on our heades ; 
And cursedly to cut our throates, as we lye in our beds. 
Our childrens braines to dash against the ground ; 
And from the earth our meniorie for ever to confound. 
To change our ioy to griefe and mourning sad : 
And neuer more to see the dayes of pleasure we haue had. 80 

But God alraightie be blessed euerniore. 
Who doth encourage Englishmen to beate them from our shoare. 
With roaring Cannons, their hastie steps to stay, 
And with the force of thundering shot to make them flye away : 
Who made account, before this time or day ; 
Against the walls of faire London their banners to display, 
But their intent the Lord will bring to nought, 
If faithfully we call and cry tor succoixr as we ought. 88 

1 Otherwise styled Mon^ada, chief of the Galleases, struck simultaneously by 
two musket-balls, he fell dead on the deck of his own vessel, while it was aground 
on Calais Bar. 

VOL. VI. 2 c 


The Obtaining of the Great Galleazzo. 

And you, deare bretheren, which beareth Armes this day, 
For safegarde of your natiue soile, marke well what 1 shall say. 
Regard your diieties, thinke on your countrie's good : 
And feare not, in defense thereof, to spend your dearest bloud. 
Our gracious Queene doth greete you euery one : 
And saith she will among you be in euery bitter storme. 
Desiring you true English hearts to beare ; 
To God, and her, and to the land wherein you nursed were. 96 

Lord God almightie, which hath the harts in hand: 
Of euerie person to dispose, defend this EiujlUh land. 
Bless thou our Soueraigue with long and hapi)ie life : 
Indue her Counccl with thy grace, and end this mortall strife. 
Giue to the rest, of Commons more and lesse, 
Louing harts, obedient minds, and perfect faithfulnesse. 
That they and we, and all, with one accord 
On Smi hill may sing the praise of our most mightie Lord. 104 

Jinis. T[homas] D[eloney]. 

London : Printed by John Wolfe, for Edward White, 1588. 

[In Black-letter, with type-ornament border, and a small woodcut of two English 
ships. Date, as registered by Stationers' Company, on August 10, 1588.] 

It is noteworthy that the late J. P. Collier (the ever-dear friend of the present 
editor) in 1868 privately reprinted twenty-five copies from a different issue of 
this same ballad, with a woodcut of a war-ship (like the one given here), but no 
tune-mark, from a broadside now unknown "imprinted at London for 11. I. ; " 
that is, Richard Jones, whom we have shown to have manifested equal activity 
with John Wolfe and Edward White in production of Armada ballads. The 
verbal differences (if we may depend on the reproduction) are not important. 


[British Museum Collection, C. 18, e. 2, fol. 63.] 

^ ne&j Ballet of tfje straunge artti most crudl OTIjippes 'ixi\\ic^ t\)z 
Spanyards Jjati prcparcti to HEIjippe anti torment English men 
anlj inomni ; lnf)tcf) tuere founti ant) taken at tf)e oucttfjtoto of 
certain of tl^e Spanishe ^|){ppe0 in luly last past, 1583. 

To THE Tune of, The Valiant Soldiour. 

A LI you that list to looke and see what profite comes from Spayne, 
And what the Pope and Spauyards both prepared for our gayne, 
Then turne your eyes, and bend your eares, and you shall heare and see 
AVhat com-teous minds, what gentle harts, they beare to thee and mee. 

They say they seeke for 'England'' s good, and wish the people well : 

They say they are such holie men, all other they excell. 

They bragge that they are Catholikes and Christe's only Spouse : 

And what so ere they take in hand the holie Pope allowes. 8 

These holie men, these sacred Saints, and these that thinke no ill, 
See how they sought against all right to murder, spoyle, and kill. 
Our noble Queene and countrie first they did prepare to spoyle, 
To ruinate our lines and lands, with trouble and turmoyle. 

And not content by fire and sword to take our right away, 

But to torment most cruelly our bodies night and day ; 

Although they ment with murd'ring hands our guiltlesse bloud to spill. 

Before our deathes they did deuise to whip vs first their fill. 16 

And for that purpose had preparde of whips such wondrouse store, 
So strauugely made, that sure the like was neuer scene before. 
For neuer was there Horse nor Mule, nor dogge of currish kinde, 
That euer had such whips deuisde by any sauadge minde. 

One sorte of whips they had for men, so smarting, fierce and fell. 

As like could neuer be deuisde by any deuill in hell ; 

The strings whereof with wyerie knots like rowels they did frame, 

That euery stroke might teare the flesh they layd on with the same. 24 

And pluckt the spreading sinewes from the hardned bloudie boue. 
To pricke and pearce each tender veine within the bodie knowne ; 
And not to leaue one crooked ribbe on any side vnseene. 
Nor yet to leaue a lumpe of flesh the head and foote betweene. 

And for our seelie women eke, their hearts with griefe to clogge. 

They made such Whips wherewith no man would seeme to strike a dogge : 

So strengthned eke with brasen tagges, and filde so rough, and thin, 

That they would force at euery lash the bloud abroad to spinne. 32 

Although their bodies sweet and fayre their spoyle they ment to make, 

And on them first their filthie lust and pleasure for to take, 

Yet afterward such sower sauce they shoulde be sure to finde, 

That they shoulde curse each springing braunch that cometh of their kinde. 

Ladies fayre, what spite were this, your gentle hearts to kill : 

To see these denilish tyrants thus your children's bloud to spill ! 

What griefe vnto the husband deere, his louing wife to see 

Tormented so before his face with extreame villanie ! 40 

388 TJw strange and most cruel Spanish Whips. 

And thinke you not that they, which had such dogged mindes to make 

Such instruments of tjTannie, had not like hearts to take 

The greatest vengeance that they might upon vs euery one : 

Yes, yes, be sure, for godlie feare and mercie they haue none. 44 

Euan as in India once they did against those people there, [»•«• S. America. 

With cruell Curres in shamefull sorte the men both rent and teare : 

And set the Ladies great with childe vpright against a tree. 

And shoot them through with pearcing darts, such would their practise bee. 

Did not the Eomans in this land sometime like practise Tse, 
Against the Brittaiiies bolde in heart, and wonderously abuse 
The valiant King whom they had caught before his Queene and wife, 
And with most extreame tyrannic dispatcht him of his life ? 

The good Queene Voadicia, and eke her daughters three, [See Note. 

Did they not first abuse them all by lust and lecherie : 

And after stript them naked all, and whipt them in such sortc 

That it would grieue each Chi-istiau hearte to heare that iust reporte. 66 

And if these ruffling mates of Rome did Princes thus torment, 
Thinke you the Romish Spanyards now would not shewe their desent ? 
How did they late in Rome reioyce, in Itnlie and Spayue : 
"What ringing, and what Bontires, what Masses sung amaine. 

What printed Bookes were sent about, as filled their desire, 

How England was by Spanriards wunne, and London set on fire. 

Be these the men that are so niilde, whom some so holie call : 

The Lord defend our noble Queene and Countrie from them all. 64 

jFini's. T[homas] D[eloney]. 

Imprinted at London by TJiomns Orivin and Thomas Gubhin, and are to be solde 
in Paternoster-row, ouer against the blacke Raven, 1588. 

[In Black-letter, surrounded by a favourite type-ornament of the time, as shewn 
on p. 1 of this volume. Two woodcuts, one representing the apocryphal Avhips, 
the other being a final block with initials of the publisher Thomas Orwiu. 
Date, as registered by the Stationers' Company, 31st of August, 1588.] 

Note. — Compare Cowjjer's once-popular poem on Boadicea, beginning thus : 
" When the British Warrior Queen, bleeding from the Roman rods. 
Sought, with an indignant mien, counsel of her country's gods, etc. 

*^* The Tune of Wilson's Wilde (as it is called in Mmiek's JDelight on the 
Cithern, 1 666) for next ballad appears to be elsewhere called Wilson's Neiv Tune, 
1586, and WHsmi's Delight : though these may possibly be distinct tunes. Mr. 
Chappell identified If'oheg's Wild'' of Queen Elizabeth's Virginal Book to be the 
same tune as Wilson's Wile of William Ballet's Lute-Book (Trinity College, 
Dublin, D. I. 21). He mentions as being " in the Bagford Collection of Ballads, 
British Museum," one by Thomas Deloney, dated 1586, "The Lamentation of 
Beccles, a town in Suftolk," to Wilson's Tvne, somewhat differing in metre from 
our Tilbury ballad. We know of no Bagford copy. There is one in the Huth 
Collection, formerly George Daniel's, beginning "With sobbing sighes and 
trickling teares." Another ballad of 1586, "to Wilson's neto Tune," is preserved 
by the Society of Antiquaries, beginning, *' When first the gracious God of 
heaven," etc. A different name for the tune was Weepe, Wiepe, assigned to 
two ballads, at least : 1. — A Proper new Ballad, etc., on Ballard and Babington, 
September, 1586, by T. Deloney, beginning, " ilejoyce in hart, good people all " 

Rare ballads by Thomas Deloneij, and their Tunes. 389 

(Ouvry Coll., I. p. 5), twice reprinted by J. P. Collier, in 1840 and 1868) ; 
2. — England's Lamentation for the late Treasons conspired against the Queenes 
Maiestie by Frances Throgmorton, July, 1584, by W.M., beginning, "With 
brinishe teares, with sobbing sighes." (Reprinted, 1870, by J. P. Collier.) 
"We are not to confound our Jf'ilso)i's Wilde " Weep, weep,'''' with the tune of 
an earlier ballad, June 17, 1579, " Declaryng the dangerous shootyng of the 
Gunne at the Courte," which begins, 

" "Weepe, weepe, still I weepe, and shall doe till I dye: 
To thinke vpon the gunne was shot at Courte so daungerovslye ; " 

for this is appointed to the tune of Sicke and Sicke, and differs in metre. 
Probably this '' Sicke ^' was a ballad twice entered on the Stationers' Eegisters 
to Eichard Jones (24th March and 19th June, 1579), entitled, 

Sicke, sicke in graue I would I ivere. 

For griefe to see this ivicked world that ivill not mend, I feare. 

To us who study such of Thomas Deloney's ballads as are still extant, nearly 
all being of serious character, generally somewhat dreary and lugubrious, they 
appear to be by no means exhilarating as literature. The earliest known are of 
date 1586, but during the ten years onward he seems to have affected a jocular 
style in those works that either perished or remain unauthenticated by his signature. 
Thomas Nash in a satire directed against Spenser's friend Gabriel Harvey, in 
1596, thus disrespectfully mentions the writer of our Armada ballads and the 
Garland of Goodwill : — " Thomas Deloney, the balleting silke-weauer, hath rime 
inough for all myracles, and wit to make a Garland of Goodwill more than the 
premisses, with an Epistle of Monius and Zoylus ; whereas his Muse, from the 
first peeping foorth, hath stood at Liuery at an Ale-house wispe, neuer exceeding 
a penny a quart, day nor night, and this deare yeare, together with the silencing 
of his loombes, scarce that ; he being strained to betake him to carded Ale : whence 
it proceedeth that since Candlemas, or his ligge of lohn for the King, not one 
merrie Dittie will come from him, but The Thunderbolt against Swearers, — 
Jiepent, England, Repent, — and The Strange ludgments of God.'^ — Nashe's Haue 
with you to Saffron- Walden, or, Gabriel Hartley's Hunting Up. — (Dr. Grosart's 
Huth Library reprint of Nash, vol. iii. p. 123.) 

Thomas Deloney's ballad, "A most joyfull songe, made in behalfe of all her 
Maiesties faithfull and loving subiects : of the great joy which was made in 
London, at the taking of the late trayterous conspirators," etc., Sept., 1586, is 
to the tune of man in desperation. It is signed " T. D.," and begins. 
Oh Englishmen with Romish harts, what Deuil doth bewitch you, 
To seek the spoyle of Prince and Realme, like Traytors most untrue ? 
Why is your duetie so forgot, unto your Royall Queene, 
That you your faith and promise breake, viperous brood uncleene. 

*^* To prove the extent of the national awakening in presence of so great a 
danger, let attention be paid to a little volume of 127 pp. published by Alfred 
Russell Smith, London, 1886, " The Names of those Persons ivho subscribed 
towards the Defence of this Country at the time of The Spanish Armada, 1588, 
and the amounts each contributed,'^ with Historical Introduction by T. C. Noble, 
and Index. It tells the names, places of abode, and callings of no less than 
2416 persons, living in thirty-six counties. The sum total raised by this assess- 
ment was over £74,000. 

.J^o.S <j,.-<^ 


[British Museum Collection, C. 18. e. 2, fol. 64.] 

Cbe Ciucenee tJisiting of tf)c Campc at CibtJurie, 
toitf) i)er cntettainment tbece* 

To THE Tune of, Wilson's wilde. [See previous page.] 

WITHIN the yeare of Christ our Lord a thousand and fine hundreth full, 
And eightie eight by lust record, the which no man may disanull ; 
And in the thirtieth yeare remaining 
Of good Queene Elizabeth's raigning, 
A mightie power there was prepared by Philip then the King of Spaine, 
Against the maiden Queene of England, which in peace before did raigne. 

Her R[o]yall ships to sea she sent, to garde the coast on euerie side,^ 
And seemg how her foes were bent, her rcalnic full well she did prouide, 

With many thousands so prepared, 

As like was neuer erst declared. 
Of horsemen and of footemen plentie, whose good harts fidl well is scene, 
In the safegarde of their countrie, and the seruice of our Queene. 12 

In Essex faire, that fertill soile, upon the hill of Tilshurie, 

To giue oiu' /Spaiiish foes the foile, in gallant campe they now do lye, 

Where good orders is ordained, 

And true iustice eke maintained. 
For the punishment of persons that are leude or badly bent : 
To see a sight so straunge in England, 'twas our gracious Queene' s intent. 

And on the eight of August she from faire Saint James' tooke her way. 
With many Lords of high degree in princely robes and rich aray, 

And to bardge vpon the water, 

Being King Henries royall daughter, 
She did goe with trumpets sounding, and with dubbing drums apace, 
Along the Thames, that famous riuer, for to view the campe a space. 24 

When she as farre as Grauesend came, right oner against tliat prettie towne. 
Her royall grace with all her traine was landed there with great renowue ; 

The Lords and Captaines of her forces. 

Mounted on their o^allant horses, 
Readie stood to entertaine her, like martiall men of courage hold : 
' Welcome to the campe dread soueraigne,' thus they said both yong and old. 

The Bulworkes strong that stood thereby, well garded with sufficient men, 
Then flags were spred couragiously, their cannons were discharged then. 

E[a]ch Gunner did declare his cunning. 

For ioy conceiued of her coming. 
All the way her Grace was riding, on each side stood armed men, 
With Muskets, Pikes, and good Caleeuers, for her Grace's safegarde then. 36 

^ MS. Reg. 18. C. xxi. details the regular forces of England, to oppose the 
Armada. 'Ihe ships were of less heavy build than those of Spain, but, as 
already shown (p. liZo), Drake's exploits in Cadiz harbour the year before had 
taught the lesson that our light vessels well manned needed not fear the encounter. 
The vessels, large and small, of our available navy, amounted to 181 ships, 
manned by 17,472 sailors. The military force consisted of two armies, one, 
commanded by the Earl of Leicester (18,449), for immediately opposing the 
enemy ; the other, for defence of the Queen's person, under Lord Hunsdon, 
amounting to 45,362, besides the band of pensioners. 

Queen Elizabeth visiting Tilbury Cam}). 391 

The Lord generall of the field had there his bloudie auncient ^ borne, 
The Lord marshall's coulors eke was carried there all rent and torne, 

The which with bullets was so burned, 

"When in Flaundcrs he soiouvned. 
Thus in warlike wise they martched, euen as soft as foote could fall : 
Because her Grace was fully minded perfectly to view them all. 

Her faithfull souldiers great and small, as each one stood within his place, 
Upon their knees began to fall, desiring God to saue her Grace : 

For ioy whereof her eyes was filled. 

That the water downe distilled. 
' Lord blesse you all, my friendes ! ' she said, ' but doe not kneele so much to me : ' 
Then sent she warning to the rest, they should not let such reuerence be. 48 

Then casting vp her Princely eyes vnto the hill, with perfect sight. 
The ground all couered she espyes, with feet of armed souldiers bright ; 

Whereat her royall hart so leaped. 

On her feet vpright she stepped, 
Tossing up her plume of feathers, to them all as they did stand, 
Chearefully her body bending, waning of her royall hand. 

Thus through the campe she passed quite, in manner as I haue declared : 
At Maister Eiche's for that night her Grace's lodging was preparde. 

The morrow after her abiding. 

On a princely paulfrey riding. 
To the camp she cam[e] to dinner, with her Lordes and Ladies all : 
The Lord generall went to meete her, with his Guarde of yeomen tall. 60 

The Sargeant trumpet with his mace, and njTie with trumpets after him, 
Bare headed went before her grace, in coates of scarlet colour trim. 

The king of Heralds, tall and comely. 

Was the next in order duely. 
With the famous Amies of England, wrought with rich imbroidered gold. 
On finest veluet, blew and crimson, that for siluer can be sold. 

With Maces of cleane beaten gold, the Queene's two Sargeants then did ride. 
Most comely men for to behold, in veluet coates and chaines beside. 

The Lord generall then came riding. 

And Lord marshall hard beside him : 
Eichly were they both atired, in princelie garments of great price ; 
Bearing still their hats and fethers, in their handes in comely wise. 72 

Then came the Queene on pranceing steede, atired like an Angell bright : 
And eight braue footemen at her feete, whose lerkins were most rich in sight. 

Her Ladies likewise, of great honor. 

Most sumpteously did waite vpon her. 
With pearles and diamonds braue adorned, and in costly cales "^ of gold ; 
Her Guarde in scarlet then rid after, with bowes and arrowes stoute and bold. 

1 Ancient = standard, ensign, or flag. 

' "Cales" [sic], not vales = veils, but the old French word, cale, signifpng 
a head-covering, a cap, cowl, or caul. This name was used for the coveted child's 
birth -cap, which sailors believed to be a preservative against drowning. 

392 Queen EUzaheth rmting Tilbury Camp. 

The valiant Captain es of the field, meane space them selues in order set ; 
And each of them, with speare and sheelde, to joyne in battaile did not let : 

With such a warlike skill extended, 

As the same was much conmieuded. 
Such a battaile pitcht in E)igla)id many a day hath not beene seene : 
Thus they stood in order waiting for the presence of our Queene. 84 

At length her grace most royally receiued was, and brought againe 
Where she might see most loyally this noble hoast and warlike traine ; 

How they cam martching all together, 

Like a wood in winters weather : 
With the strokes of drummers sounding, and with trampling horses than, 
The earth and aire did sound like thunder, to the eares of eucrie man. 

The warlike Armie then stood still, and drummers left their dubbing sound, 
Because it was our Princes' will to ride about the Armie round ; 

Her Ladies she did leaue behind her. 

And her Guarde whicli still did minile her : 
The Lord generall and Lord inarshall did c(Uiduct her to each place ; 
The pikes, the colours, and the lances at her approch fell downe apace. 96 

And then bespake our noble Queene, ' My louing friends and countriemeu, 
I hope this day the worst is seene, that in our wars ye shall sustaiue : 

But if our enimies doe assaile you, 

Neuer let your stomackes faile you. 
For in the midst of all your troupe, we our selues will be in place. 
To be your ioy, your guide and comfort, euen before our enimies' face.' 

This done, the souldiers all at once a mightie shoute or cr3'e did giue. 
Which forced from the A ssure skyes an Ecco loud from thence to driue. 

Wliicli hid her grace with ioy and pleasure. 

And riding then from them by leasure. 
With trumpets sound most loyally, along the Court of guarde she went : 
Who did conduct her Maiestie unto the Lord chief e general's tent. 108 

Where she was feasted royally, with dainties of most costly price : 
And when that night approclied nye, her Maiestie, with sage aduice, 

In gracious manner then returned. 

From the Campe where she soiourned ; 
And when that she was safelie set within her Barge, and past away, 
Her farewell then the trumpets soimded, and the cannons fast did play.^ 

iFmfs. T[homas] D[eloney]. 

Imprinted at London by lolm Wolfe for Edivarde White, 1588. 

[In Black-letter, with a graceful Floral and Fruit ornamental-border on each 
side (small mutilated portion of which is given in vol. iii. p. 39G) : at bottom 
the centre-piece of two dolphins and two ships : also a woodcut of an armed 
warrior, standing, with a sword leaning on left shoulder, some slaughtered 
whelps in his right hand. Date, probably soon after T. J.'s ballad on the 
same event, as registered by the Stationers' Company, 10th of August, 1588.] 

1 Accounts differ as to the number of Spanish ships and men destroyed. 
Strype reckons fifteen ships and above 10,000 men lost on the English coast, with 
seventeen ships and 5394 men slain, drowned, or taken on the coast of Ireland. 
Other statements, contemporary and authoritative, differ from him in making 
the total of men lost 10,185. 


[Britwell Library Collection ; formerly G. Daniel's and E. Heber's.] 

3 3Iopful ^ong of tf\c IRopl EcceitJing of tfte 

^ue£rt£S most ficcllent i'ttaJEStic into |)cr l^t'tjfjnESse ffl^ampe 
at Tilsburie m Essex : on STIjurstiag anti ifrgtiao tt)c cioiljt 
anti nintf) of August, ISSS* 

To the Tune of Triumph and Joy. [See p. 397.] 

GOod English men, whose valiant harts, 
With courage great and manly partes. 
Doe minde to daunt the overthwarts 

Of any foe to England, 
Attend a while, and you shall heare 
"What love and kindnesse doth appeare 
JFrom the princely mind of our Love deare, 

Elizabeth Queene of England. 
To cheare her souldiers one and all, 
Of honour great or title small. 
And by what name you will them call : 

Elizaheth Qi\xQQne oi. England. 12 

The time being dangerous now, ye know, 
That forraigne enimies to and fro 
For to invade us make a show. 

And our good Queene of England, 
Her Maiestie, by grave advice. 
Considering how the danger lyes, 
By all good meanes she can devise 

Eor the safetie of all England, 
Hath 'pointed men of honour right, 
With all the speede they could or might, 
A campe of men there should be pight 

On Tilshirie hill in England. 24 

Her grace being given to understand 
The mightie power of this her land, 
And the willing harts thereon she fand [= found. 

From every shire in England, 
The mightie troupes have shewed the same, 
That day by day to London came 
From shires and townes too long to name, 

To serve the Queene of England. 
Her grace, to glad their harts againe. 
In princely person took the paine 
To honour the troupe and martiall trains 

In Tilshurie campe in England. 36 

394 The Receiving of Queen Elizabeth at Tilbury Camp. 

On thursday the eight of August last, 
Her Maiestie by water past, 
When stormes of winde did blow so fast 

Would feare some folke in England ; ['•«• Mgbten. 
And at her forte she went on land, 
That neare to Tilsburie (strong) doth stand, 
Where all things furnisht there she fand 

For the safe defence of England. 
The great shot then did rage and roare, 
Replyed by a forte on the other shore, 
Whose poudred pellets, what would ye have more ? 

Would feare any foe in England. 48 

Her Highnesse then to the campe did goe, 
The order there to see and know, 
Which her Lord Generall did dutifully shewe [Leicester. 

In Tilsburie campe in England : 
And euerie captaine to her came, 
And euerie officer of fame. 
To shew their duetie and their name 

To their sovereign Qucene of England. 
Of tents and cabins thousands three, 
Some built with bowes and mnny a tree, 
And many of canvasse she might see 

In Tilsburie campe in England. 60 

Each captaine had his colours brave 
Set over his tent in wiude to wave ; 
With them their officers there they haue 

To scrue the Queene of England. 
The other lodgings had their signe 
For souldiers where to sup and dine. 
And for to sleepe, with orders fine 

In Tilsburie campe in England : 
And vittaling boothes in plentie were. 
Where they sold meate, bread, cheese, and beere ; 
One should have been hang'd for selling too dear, 

In Tilsburie camp in England. 72 

To tell the ioy of all and some, 
When that her Maiestie was come. 
Such playing on phiphes and many a drum 

To welcome the Queene of England : 
Displaying of ensignes very braue. 
Such throwing of hats, what would ye have ? 
Such cryes of ioy, ' God keepe and save 

Our noble Queene of England J ' 

The Receiving of Queen Elizabeth at Tilbury Camp. 395 

And then, to bid her grace good night, 

Great ordenance shot with pellets pight, [=charged. 

Fourteene faire peeces of great might, 

To teare the ioe^ oi JEngland. 84 

Her Maiestie went then away, 
To the Court, where that her Highnesse lay, 
And came ajjaine on the next day 

To Tilsburie campe in England. 
The captaines yerly did prepare 
To haue their battell set out faire, 
Against her Highnesse coming there, 

To Tilsburie campe in England; 
And long before her Highnesse came. 
Each point was ordered so in frame, 
Which served to set forth the fame 

Of a royal campe in England. . 96 

The gallant horsemen mounted braue. 
With stomackes stoute that courage haue ; 
Whose countenance sterne might well depraue 

In fight the foe oi England \ 
The armde men, bowmen, and the shot 
Of muskets and calivers hot, 
None of these wanted, well I wot. 

In Tihhurie campe in England. 
Fiftie ensignes spred there were 
Of severall colours fine and faire, 
Of drums and phyphes great numbers there, 

In Tilsburie campe in England. 108 

The battell plac't in order due, 
A mightie hoste, I tell you true, 
A famous sight it was to view 

That royall campe in England. 
The hoast thus set in battell 'ray, 
In brauer sorte then I can say. 
For want of knowledge to display 

So goodly a campe in England. 
How the maine battell and the winges, 
The vauntgarde, rearewarde, and such thinges, 
The horse men whose sharpe launces stinges 

In fight the foe of England. 1 20 

The noble men and men of fame, 
In duetie bound did show the same, 
To waite when that her Highnesse came, 
Our soueraigne Queene of England : 

396 The Receidng of Queen Elizabeth at Tilhury Camp. 

And she, being come into the field, 
A martiall staffe my lord did yeelde 
Unto her Highnesse, being our shield 
And marshall chief of England. 
Then rode she along the campe to see 
To cuerie captaiue orderly, 
Amid the rankes so royally. 

The marshall chiefe of jE'w^^'/flswf?. 132 

What princely wordes her grace decLarde, 
"What gracious thankes in euerie warde, 
To cuerie souldier, none she sparde 

That serued any where for England. 
With princely promisse none should lacke 
Meate or driuke or cloth for backe, 
Golde and siluer should not slacke 

To her mai'shall men of England. 
Then might she see the hats to flye, 
And euerie souldier shouted hye, 
' For our good Queene we'll fight or dye, 

On any foe to England.^ 144 

And many a Captaine kist her hand, 
As she past forth through euerie band, 
And left her traine farre olf to stand 

From the marshall men of England. 
Two houres she spent among them there, 
Her princely pleasure to declare, 
Where many a one did say and sweare 

To Hue and dye for England; 
And would not aske one penny pay. 
To charge her Highnes«e any way. 
But of their owne would finde a stay 

To serve her grace for England. 156 

To my lorde's pavilion then she went, 
A sumptuous, faire and famous tent, 
Where dinner time her Highnesse spent 

With martiall men of England ; 
In the euening, when the tide was come, 
• Her Highnesse thankt them all and some ; 
With trumpets shrile and sound of drum 

Eeturnd the Queene of England 
To the block-house, where she took barge. 
Their divers captaines had their charge, 
Then shot the cannons off at large, 

To honour the Queene of England. 168 

Green-sleeves, and other old Ballad-Tunes. 397 

And thus her Highnesse went away, 
For whose long life all England pray, 
King Uenrie's daughter and our stay, 

Elizabeth Queene of England. 
"What subject would not spend his life, 
And all he hath, to stay the strife 
Of forraigne foe that seekes so rife 

To inuade this realm of England ? 
Therefore, deare countrie-men, I say, 
With hart to God let us all pray 
To blesse our armies night and day, 

That serue our Queene for England. 180 

Ji'nfs. T. I. 

London, Printed by lohn Wolfe for Richard Tones, 1588. 
[Black-letter. True date, registered by Stationers' Company, lOth August, 1588.] 

*5t* The tune assigned to this ballad is named Triumph aiid Joy : it is rightly 
believed by Mr. William Cbappell to be the same as the charming lilting tune of 
Greensleeves is all mi/ joti (given in his Popular Music of the Olden Time, 18or5, 
p. 230). He supposed it might have taken its present title of Triumph and Joy 
from a lost ballad registered by the Stationers' Company as " The Tryumpbe 
shewed before the Queene and the Frenche Embassadors," the precursors of the 
Duke of Anjoii, when Queen Bess was coquetting after her usual insincere and 
conceited manner, playing fast and loose. But the entry cited, made on the first 
of July, 1581 (the entertainment had taken place on Whit- Monday and Whit- 
Tuesday), appears to have been demonstrably a book (the fee paid was sixpence), 
tolerated unto Robert Waldegrave, and is not there stated to be a ballad. Soon 
after, on the first day of October, we find mention of "a ballad intituled The 
Entertain emente of the Frenchemen,'''' licensed to Roger Warde. But so early 
as 9th August, 1679, a dispute had been regarding the same or a similar ballad on 
a previous 'Entertainment,' when the "court ordered [Roger] Ward to pay to 
[Yarrath] James 10.$. to put an end to a controversy touchinge a ballad of TA' 
Enterteinment of the Frenchmen^ 

Perhaps "Alas ! my Love, you do me wrong," was the original Greensleeves. 
To Richard Jones had been licensed on the third of September, 1580, "A newe 
Northern ditty of y® Ladye Greene Sieves " which may seem to have been the 
original. On the same day, licensed to Edward White, "a ballad, beinge J"« 
Ladie Greene Sleeves answere to Uonkyn hir freiide.'" To Henry Carre on loth 
September, 1.580, was licensed " Greene Sieves moralised to the Scripture, De- 
claringe the manifold benetites and blessinges of God bestowed on sinful manne." 
Three days later, to Edward White, was " tolerated by Master Watkins a ballad 
intituled Greene Sieves and Uountenaunce, in Countenaimee is Greene Sieves." Also 
tolerated to Richard Jones by Master Watkins on the 14th December, 1580 
(probably a fresh version), is " a ballad intituled a merry newe Northen songe of 
Greenesleues, begynnyng The boniest lasse in all the land ; " apparently the 
same as one paid for anew on 13tb February, 158?, as " a ballad intituled, A 
Reprehension againste GREENE SLEVES, by William Elderton." Certainly 
he could not have written " Alas ! my love," etc. The tune and subject became 
instantaneously popular. On the 24th of August, 1581, to Edward White was 
licensed " a ballad intituled Greene Sleeves is worne awaie, Yellowe Sleeves eomme 
to decaie, Blacke Sleeves I hold in despite, But White Sleeves is my delighte.''^ 

398 Registration of early-printed Ballach. 

Evidently an imitation, in the same cadence. The original words are preserved 
in the unique copy of Clement Eobinson's Handeful of Pleasant Delites, 1584, 
and may have been written by him : — A new Courtly Sonet, of the Lndie Green 
Sleeues : To the new Tiuie of Green SUeues. Eighteen stanzas, the first is this ; — 

Alas, my Loue ! ye do me wrong, to cast me oif discurteously ; 
And I haue loued you so long, delighting in your compauie. 
Green-sleeues was all my ioy, Green-sleeues was my delight : 
Green-sleeues was my heart of gold, and who but my Ladic Green-sleeues ? 

Since " A Warning to all false Traitors, by example of Fourteen " executed in 
August, 1588, was appointed to be sung to the Tune of Green- Sleeves, we may 
feel almost certain that Triumph and Joij was the same tune, as indicated by the 
resemblance between their several ballad burdens. The ditty of 1588 begins thus : 

You Traitors all that doo deuise to hurt our Queene in trecherous wise, 
And in your hartes doo still surmize which way to hurt our England, 
Consider what the endo will be of traitors all in their degree ; 
Hanging is still their destenye, that trouble the peace of England. Etc. 

{buvry Coll.) 

We here note iotne Naval-Ballad Entries in Stationers' Registers. 

15°Maij, 1591. 

Andrewe "White. Entred vnto him for his copio vndcr the handes of the wardens, 

The Wondcrfull vijetorye obteyned by tlie ^ Ceiiliiryon' of London, 

againste Fyve Spanishe gallies, the iiij"'- of Aprill, beinge Ester dai/e, 

1591. y}d. 

23 Julij, 1591. 

Edward "White. Entred vnto him a ballad of the nolle departinge of the right 
honorable the Erie of Ensex, lieutenant generall of her maiesties forces 
in Eraunce and all his gallant eompanie. '^'J'^- 

19° Octobris, 1592. 

John Kydde. Entred for his copie vnder master warden Slirrops hand, a 
ballad intituled The Seaman's Caroll, for the takinge of the greate 
Caracke. vj(^. 

4° die Decembris [1594]. 

Edward "White. A Ballad entituled, A snrrowfull songe made rppon ye valiant 
Souldiour Sir Martin Erobisher tvho was slayne neere Urest in Eraunce 
in November last. yjd. 

14° Januarij [159|]. 

Thomas Creede. A ballad called the Saylers ioye, to the tune of heigh ho 
holHdaie, uppon condicon that yt apperteyne to noe other man. vjc?. 

17 Decembris, 1595. 

Thomas Milt.ington. Entred for his Copie vnder the [handes of the] wardens 
a Ballade intituled A pynnefor the Spauyardcs. y\d. 

3 Januarij, 1595 [1591]. 

John Danter. Entred for his copie vnder the handes of the wardens .... a 
ballad intituled Englandes resolution to beate baeke the Spaniardes. vjt/. 

Ultimo Maij [1603]. 

"William "White. The Erie of Essex going to Gales, a ballad, to be stayed for 
him, begjTis Gallantes, 


" "We Sea-men are the bonny boyes, that feare no stormes nor rocks-a ; 
"Whose musick is the Cannon's noise, whose sporting is with knoeks-a ! . . , 

" 'Tis brave to see a tall ship saile, with all her trim gear on-a ; 
As though the Devill were in her taile, she for the wind will run-a ! . . . 

" Come let us reckon what ships are ours, the Gorgon and the Dragon, ' 
The Lyon that in fight is bold, the Bull with bloody flag on. . . , 

" The Bear, the Bog, the Fox, the Kite, that stood fast on the Hover, 
They chas'd the Turk in a day and night from Scandaroon to Dover.'" 

— Wit and Drollery, 1656. 



ITH the intermediate stanzas of our motto taken up for self- 
laudation by the contrasted Land-loupers, this was " A Song of 
the Sea-men and Limd-Soldiers," sung before 1656, in defiance 
of the Dutch, who disputed with. Blake the command of the seas. 
A century earlier from Spain came the chief dangers to our fleet. 

Apparently written by Simon Forman about 1592, and preserved 
in his own manuscript at Oxford (MS. Ashmol., 208, f. 263), the 
lines in commendation of Martin Frobisher deserve reproduction. 

3o]^n Itfrhljam's (!C0mmentiatian of ilHartin iFro6ts]^cr. 

'Ou Muses guide my quivering quill ! Calliope drawe neare ! 
Sicilian Nymphes accord my suit, and to my 'hestes give ear. 

> Your sacred ayd a while I crave, my shivering sense to staye. 
Such haught' exploits I take in hand, that men to me may say, 

' Thy ragged rime and rurall verse cannot ascend soe hye. 
To touch the top of Martin's prayse, which fleeth the highest skie. 

"When whirling spheres doe it resound, and dewish stars contain. 
What thund'ringe trumpe of goulden fame in azure air so plaine ? 

"Whose hawtie ants not heavens alone contented are to have. 
But earth and skyes, the surging seas, and silvan's echoes brave, 

Doe all resound with tuned stringe of silver harmonye, 
How Frobisher in every coast with flickering flame doth flye. 

A martial knight adventurous, whose valour great was such. 
That hazard hard he light esteem'd, his country to enriche.' . . 

[The transcript is not satisfactory, owing to the original phonetic spelling, it 
leaves much to be guessed : e.g. my suet ; sacred ayd a wyll ; hewt exploits ; 
toutch the tope ; deweshe staress ; azure ayer ; hewtie acts ; silvans eccoughes.] 

Abraham Cowley wrote a spirited " Ode, sitting and drinking in a chair made 
out of the Eeliques of Sir Francis Drake's ship " {Choice Poems, 1658), beginning, 
Cheer up, my Mates ! the wind does fairly blow, 
Clap on more sail, and never spare ; 
Farewell all land ! for now we are 
In the wide Sea of Drink, and merrily we go. 
Bless me, 'tis hot : another bowl of wine. 
And we shall cut the burning Line. 
Hey, boys, she scuds away, and by my head I know, 
"We round the world are sailing now. &c. 


Cbc Cflilinning: of Calcs, 1596. 

*' England, now lament in teares, in teares lament the dismall fall 

Of an beroick Eng-lisli peere, as cuer liu'd or euer shall, 
■^-Whose soule so sweet doth rest on high, to Hue with Christ eternally. . . 

" A second Mars he was of myghte, Apolloe's wit adorn'd his minde, 
Noe pen was able to recite the giftes of God to him assygn'de : 
But Envye, that foule monstrous Feynd, bath brougbte to death true Vertue's 

" The Spaniarde prowde can well reporte the deedes of armes that he hath done ; 
So witnesse canne theyr batter'd Forte, and stately Cnlcn be manly wone, 
And, in despight of Spanishe pride, eyght dayes he did thcrin abide, 

" To see if Philippe wo'd redeerae his conquered towne [with gold] of Spayne, 
I5ut when he saw his light esteenie, the towne on fvre be settes aniayne ; 
But to his men strayght Charge he gaue, that Mayds aud Wiues noe hurte 
should haue . . . 

" Two stately shippes he lickwise wone, and England's amies on them aduanccd, 
"Which V(cscir''s actes when he had done, into the deepe he forthwith launc'd : 
Hoystinge vp sayles to cutte the streames, that shine agaynste the sunnes 

bright beames." 


— (Tanner MS. 306) Ulct/y on the Earl of Essex. 

HATEVER objections might have been urged by the Spaniards 
against some of the marauding expeditions of I>rake, Frobisher, 
llaleigh, and others, who indulged their passions of revenge for the 
cruelties of the Inquisition, simultaneously with the acquisition of 
what Wemmick in modern days termed " portable property," there 
can be no doubt that our own nation rejoiced at every naval victory, 
and by no means scrupled to encourage similar adventures so long 
as they were successful. Sentimental considerations, or even the 
rigorous conformity to international law (so far as it was codified 
and understood), troubled no conscience. Satisfactory was this 
taking of the two great vessels, the S. Matthew and S. Andrew, 
with any number of treasure-ships, from the wealth stored at Gales 
(Cadiz). The failure of adventurers to indemnify themselves by 
successful spoliation was the one sin that could not be forgiven by 
monarch or nation. " The attempt and not the deed confounds us." 
It may be taken for granted that the earlier successes of our 
Merchant-adventurers in capturing here or there a rich prize, a 
Spanish ship laden with ingots from Peruvian mines or spices from 
the East Indies, was of the same character as an Arab's plundering 
a caravan of pilgrims in the desert, or a Highway Hector's stoppage 
of wealthy graziers returning from market across a lonely heath. It 
was robbery, pure and simple. Strong was the emotion of "Drake 
in 1578, when, after landing at Port Julian in South America, to 
decapitate the irrepressibly mutinous Doughty, Drake found a 
gallows already decorating the shore, the bequest of former visitors. 

The Winning of Cadiz, by Essex, 1596. 401 

He gave thanks religiously to heaven for this token that civilization 
had reached the place beforehand. Some people might have counted 
it unlucky, ahsit omen ! but Drake was a hero of truer mettle than 
to be affrighted by sound timber and pliant cordage. 

When once it was fairly understood, in 1587, that Spain was 
preparing an Armada (and, after it was defeated next year, that 
she was again making great efforts to furnish another fleet, in hope 
of succeeding, despite the late miscarriage), the complexion of 
marauding changed entirely. It became a pious deed, an act of 
national virtue, to destroy the wealth of Spain, and thus hinder 
her from being able to furnish another aggressive fleet. The 
enormous gains from both the Indies would be employed to speedily 
reimburse the treasury of their enemy, unless the vessels were 
intercepted by our dauntless mariners. The escape of the argosies, 
often by the narrowest chance of a single day's misadventure, (as 
in August, 1589, outside of Lisbon bar, where Drake missed five 
such prizes), was hailed in Spain with rejoicings, and denounced in 
England with execrations. If we could not capture them., and 
share the plunder, it became almost as meritorious to sink them 
in the depths of the ocean. Every injury done to the commerce of 
Spain was known to be an additional safeguard for England. We, 
remembering this, have the clue to understand the labyrinth of 
State intrigues, and the popularity of our jS^aval ballads. Trust- 
worthy records enable us to guess the marvellous amount of wealth 
drawn through the Portuguese and Spanish ships from the Indies, 
before the power of England blighted this harvest that had once 
been deemed inexhaustible. Jan Huygen van Linschoten, returning 
to Europe from Goa in November, 1588, and chased by English 
ships from Flores to Terceira, was forced to remain there for safety 
until December, 1591. His diary of the time indicates this wealth. 

"Linschoten saw the entire qviay of Angra, the chief village of Terceira, 
covered from November, 1589, to March, 1590, with chests of silver to the value 
of five millions of ducats, equal to one million pounds sterling (or in corresponding 
present value to four or five millions) ; all landed there at one time, together 
with a vast unregistered quantity of gold, pearls, and other precious stones, from 
two ships only, coming from the West Indies. AVhat must the annual fleets have 
carried ? A special fleet was sent from Spain for this treasure .... The fleet 
went to Lisbon, and was, with the treasure, saved." — (Arber's English Reprints, 
vol. xiv. No. 28, p. 4, 1871.) 

%* A Note on the tune, known as Bub a Dub, or The Seaman's Tantara rara, 
will be found on our p. 403. The Cales ballad is in The Percy Folio MS., iii. 454. 

VOL. VI. 2 D 


[Thomas Deloney's Garland of Good- Will.'\ 

^n C^icellcnt <Song on ^ 

Cfte minning of Cales tip tfic aBnglisft. 

[Tune of, Licb a Bub; or, The Seaman's Tantara vara. (See p. 403.)] 

LOng had the proud Spaniards advauted ^ to conquer us, 
Threatening our Country with tire and sword ; 
Often preparing their Navy most sumptuous, 
With all the provision that Spain could afford. 
iJiib a dub, dub, thus strike their Brums ; 
Tan-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra, the 'EngVish-men comes ! 

To the Seas presently went our Lord Admirall,- 

With Knights couragyous, and Captaines full good; 
The Earl of Essex, a prosperous Gencrall,^ 

With him prepared to passe the salt Hoode. 

Bub a dub, etc. 12 

At Tbjmoulh speedily took they shipp valiantly, 

Braver shippes never were seen under sayle ; 
Witli their fayre Colours spread, and streamers o're their head, 
Now, bragging Spanyards, take heed of your tayle. 
Bub a dub, etc. 
Unto Cales, cunningly, came we most speedylye, {at led., happily. 

Where the King's Xuvy did secretelye ride. 
Being upon their backs, piercing their butts of Sacke, [''•^- banks. 

Ere that the Spanyards our coming descry'd. 
Tan-ta-ra, vara, the English-wew comes ; 
Bounce-a-bounce, bounce-a-bouncc, off went the Guns. 24 

Great was the crj-ing, running and rydiug. 

Which at that season was made in that place ; 
Then Beacons were fyred, as need then required. 

To hyde their great treasure they had little space. 
' Alas ! ' they cryid, ' English-men comes,' etc. 

There you might see the shipps, how they were fired fast. 

And how the men drowned them selues in the Sea : 
There you may hear them cry, wail and weep piteously, 

When as they saw no shift to escape thence away. 

Bub-a-duh, etc. 36 

The great Saint Philip, the Pryde of the Spanyards, 

Was burnt to the bottom, and simke in the sea ; 
But the Snint Andrew, and eke the Saint Matthew, 

We took in fight manfully, and brought them away. 
Bnb-a-duh, etc. 

1 Al. led., "advanced." Percy Folio MS. "Long the proud Spaniards had 
van ted." 

2 This was Lord Charles Howard, of Effingham, Lord Admiral. Among his 
officers were Lord Thomas Howard, Sir Walter Kaleigh, Sir Francis Vere, 
Sir Comers Clifford, and Sir George Carew. 

3 Eobert Devereux, Earl of Essex, the General. See next ballad, and p. 427. 


The Winning of Cadiz, hij Essex, 1596. 403 

The Earl of Essex, most valyant and liardy, 

With horse-men and foot-men raarch'd towards the Towne, 

The enemies ' which saw them, full greatly affrighted, 
Did fly for their safe-guard, and durst not come downe. 

I)ub-a-dub, etc. 48 

"Now," quoth the noble Earl, " Courage, my Soldiers all ! 

Fight and be valiant, then spoyl you shall have ; 
And well rewarded all, from the great to the small : 

But looke that the Women and Children you save ! " 
Dub-a-dub, etc. 

The Spaniards, at that sight, saw 'twas in vain to fight, 

Hung up their Flags of truce, yielding the Town ; 
We march' d in presently, decking the walls oh high 

With our English^ Coloui's, which purchas'd renown. 

, Dub-a-dub, etc. 60 

Ent'ring the houses then, and of the richest men, 

For Gold and Treasure we searched each day ; 
In some places we did find Pye baking in the oven. 

Meat at the fyre roasting, and men run away. 
Dub-a-dub, etc. 

Full of rich merchandize every shop we did see, 

Damask, and sattins, and velvet full fair; 
Which Soldiers measure out by the length of their Swords, 

Of all commodities each one hath a share. 

Dub-a-dub, etc. 72 

Thus Cales was taken, and our brave Generall 

March' d to the Market-place, where he did stand ; 
There many prisoners of good account were took ; 

Many crav'd Mercy, and Mercy they found. 
Dub-a-dub, etc. 

When as our brave Generall saw they delayed time, 

And would not ransom their Town as they said, 
With their faire wainscots, their presses and bedsteads, 
Their joiut-stooles and tables, a fyre we made. 
And when the Town burned all in aflame. 
With tan-ta-ra, tan-ta-ra rara,from thence we came. 

JFints. [By Thomas Deloney.] 

[This probably appeared in an early edition of The Garland of Good Will, which 
was mentioned by Thomas Nash in 1596 {vide aide, p. 389). A copy of the 
1682 edition is at Cambridge; we use the text of 1678. Date of the Taking 
of Cales, i.e. Cadiz, 21st June, 1596.] 

*^* In The Garland of Good Will no tune is specified, but it was referred to 
elsewhere as Dub a Dub, and as The Seamatis Tantara, from the burden or 
chorus. In the Stationers' Registers is an entry (to Thomas Nelson, 19 Julij, 
1584) of a ballad The Sayler''s newe Tantara. {Vide Transcript, ii. 434.) 

' Al. led., " the Spanyards which saw them were greatly," etc. 



Ciueen CU^atietb'.s Champion. 

" Happy were he coulde finish forth his fate 
In some vnhaunted desert, moste obscvre 
From all society, from loue and hate 
Of worldly folkes ; there might he sleep secure, 
There wake a_2:aine, and priue God euer praise, 
Content with hippes and hawes, and brambleberrie, 
In contemplacion passing still his dayes, 
And change of holy thoughts to make him merrie : 
That when he dyes his tombe might be a bush, 
Where harmles Eobin dwells with gentle Thrush." 

— A Passion of my Lord of Essex, 1599. 

earlier edition of our 'Champion' is known than the two 
broadsides in the Bodleian and British ^Museum Libraries. No 
tune is mentioned beyond the martial burden, Raderer tu, tandaro 
te ; Raderer tadorer tan do re. 

To the nation deeply interesting were the career and calamities 
of Robert Devereux, second Earl of Essex. The special incident of 
the ballad is apocryphal, his capturing the Emperor's son. 

More trustworthy is the " Passion" (Ashm. MS. 781, our motto 
above), sent by Robert Devereux from Ireland in a letter to the 
Queen; and the following "sonet" written a twelvemonth later, 
when he had learnt the bitter ingratitude of Raleigh and Bacon. 

[Royal MS. 17, B. L. p. 266.] 

Ucrscs malie hu tfjc lEarlc of l£ss£i tn Ijt's STroublc. 

rpHE waies on earth haue paths and turnings knowne, 
I The waies on Sea are gone by needle's light, 
The birds of Heauen the nearest way haue flowne, 
And under earth the monies doe cast aright. 
A way more hard than those I needs must take, 
Where none can teach, nor noe man can direct, 
Where no man's good for me example make. 
But all men's faults do teach hoe to suspect.* 
Her thoughts and rayne such disproportion haue ; 
All strength of loue is infinite in mee. 
She vseth the aduantage tynie and fortune gave 
Of worth and power to get the libertie. 
Earth, sea, heauen, hell, are subiect vnto lawes. 
But I, poore I ! must suffer and knowe noe cause. R. £. £. 

1 Either "how to suspect" or "her to suspect." E, not " D." or "d'E." 
(perhaps for Robert Earl of Essex). The old form of the name was Evreux, two 
sons of the Count of Rosmar and Mantelake, Normandy, came over with the 
Conqueror and settled : their names were Edward and Robert. From the latter 
was descended Walter Devereux, who in 1550 was by Edward VI. created Viscount 
Hereford. His grandson was the Earl Walter Devereux who died in September, 
1576 ; father of Robert who wrote the lines above. See Walter B. Devereux's 
Lives and Letters of the Devereux Earls of Essex, 1853. 


[Eoxburghe Collection, III. 416; Douce, III. 80, verso.] 

£Xueen (ZBU^abetb's Champion; 

©r, (Sreat Britam's ffilarg. ^ Ufctorg abtameti feg t!)e l^oung 
lEarl of ISssei, o'btx tlje ©Iti Emperor of ©crmang fao a 
Jttjl^t at Sea, tn toljici^ ^e took tfje ISmperor'a .Son, ant tirougf)! 
ijim prisoner to ^uem ISUjabetl). 

(lOme, sound up your Trumpets and beat up your Drums, 
J And let's go to Sea with a gallant good cheer, 
In search of a mighty vast Navy of Ships, 
The like has not been for this fifty long years. 
Maderer two, tundaro tc, 
liaderer, taiidorer, tan do re. 

The Queen she provided a Xavy of Ships, 

With sweet flying Streamers so glorious to see. 
Rich top and top-gallants, Captains and Lieutenants, 

Some forty, some fifty Brass-Pieces and three. 

Maderer ttvo, tandaro te, etc. 12 

They had not sail'd past a "Week on the seas, 

Not passing a Week and Days two or three, 
But they were aware of the proud Emperor, 

Both him and all his proud company. 
Raderer ttvo, taiidaro te, etc. 

WTien he beheld our powerful Fleet, 

Sailing along in their glory and pride, 
He was amaz'd at their Valour and Fame, 

Then to his warlike Commanders he cry'd, 

Maderer two, tandaro te, etc. 24 

These were the words of the Old Emperor, 

' ' Praying, who is this that is sailing to me ? 
If he be a King that weareth a Crown, 

Yet I am a better Man than he." 

Raderer two, tandaro te, etc. 

" It is not a King, nor Lord of a Crown, 

Which now to the Seas with his Navy is come. 
But the young Earl of Essex, the Queen's Lieutenant, 
Who fears no foes in Christendom.^'' 

Raderer two, tandaro te, etc. 36 

" Oh ! Is that [young] Lord then come to the Seas ? 
Let us tack about, and be steering away, 
I have heard so much of his Father before. 

That I will not fight with young Essex to-day." 
Raderer two, tandaro te, etc. 

Oh ! then bespoke the Emperor's Son, 
As they were tacking and steering away, 
' ' Give me, Royal Father, this Navy of ships, 

And I will go fight with [young] Essex to-day.'" 

Maderer two, tandero te, etc. 48 

406 Queen Elizabeth's Chamjjion, Ensex. 

" Take them, -with all my heart, loving Son ; 
Most of them are of a capital size ; 
But should he do as his Father has done, 
Farewel thine Honour and mine likewise." 
Raderer ttvo, tandaro (e, etc. 

With Cannons hot, and thundering Shot, 

These two Gallants fought on the Main, 
And as it was young Essex's Lot, 

The Emperor's Son by him was ta'n. 

liaderer two, taudero te, etc. 60 

" Give me my Son ! " the Emperor cry'd, 

'\Vhn[m] you this day have taken from me ; 
And rie give to thee three Keys of Gold, 
The one shall be of High Germany.'''' 
liaderer two, taudero tc, etc. 

" I care not for thy three Keys of Gold, 

Which thou hast proffer'd to set him free, 
But thy Son he shall to England sail. 
And go before the Queen with me. 

Rnderer two, taudero te, etc." 72 

*' Then have I fifty good Ships of the best, 
As good as ever were sent to the Sea ; 
And, e'er my Son into England [shall] sail. 
They shall go all for good company." 
liaderer two, tandero te, etc. 

They had not fought this famous Battle, 

They had not fought it hours hut three, 
But some lost Legs, and some lost Arms, 

And some lay tumbling in the Sea. 

Raderer two, taudero te, etc. 84 

Esxfz he got this Battle likewise, 

Tho' 'twas the hottest that ever was seen ; [^^/cc^ 'sharpest' 

Home he rcturn'd with a wonderful Prize, 

And brought the Emperor's Son to the Queen. 
Raderer two, tandero, te, etc. 

Oh ! then bespoke the 'Prentices all, 

Living in London both proper and tall. 
In a kind Letter sent strait to the Queen, 
For Essex's sake they would fight all. 
Raderer two, tandero te, 
Raderer tandorer, tan do re. 96 

[No printer's name or tune mentioned. A modem reprint (probably by John 
White of Newcastle, circa 1767), from an earlier broadside, of date 1597.] 

"We feel loath to part thus hastily from Eobert Devereux, best 
and most heroic of the Eurls of Essex, whose faults indeed were 
such as made his execution not altogether unjustifiable, after his 
act of open rebellion, but whose death won bacli the love of the 
sorrowful people whose heart he had earlier gained. We regard 
as apocryphal the story of his signet-ring, detained by the Countess 

Hoio Queen Elizabeth and Essex met Death. 407 

of Nottingliam (while at least three " genuine " rings hold rival 
claim to be the identical token; like conflicting Scala Santa). IN or 
can we give Elizabeth so much credit as to believe that her remorse 
for the judicial murder of Essex was chief cause of her final prostra- 
tion in despair. For this misery there were many more probable 
inducements: the cold-blooded agnosticism other irreligion, although 
she was nominally the head of the Church and Defender of the 
Faith ; her tardy observation of her courtiers being impatient for 
her departure from the scene ; the scorn which she must inevitably 
have felt towards her Stuart successor, James, while she was 
writhing under remembrance of deeds treacherously perpetrated 
against his mother, Mary Queen of Scots, the rightful heir to the 
English throne; and perhaps a prophetic understanding of the future 
perils of the land, under less competent guidance than her own, 
vacillating, remorseless, and unscrupulous though she had been. 
None could forget the stony horror of her gaze, the dumb despair of 
the still queenly woman ; none that had gazed on her in the last 
hours. Propt up with cushions, she had lain stretched upon the floor, 
faint through abstinence from food, heedless of the weeping women 
who stood terrified behind her ; scarcely taking notice of her 
bewildered counsellors, who knelt beseeching her to speak a word 
of guidance, and appoint some one to assume the sceptre that she 
could no longer hold ; the sword she seldom had allowed to remain 
free from stains of blood. Was it the prospect of eternity that 
appalled her ? Did the ghostly forms of her victims haunt her 
waking dreams? Was it a worse than purg;itory that had already 
begun, even on this side of the grave ? None can answer which 
of these it was, or if all of them together, but her end was terrible. 
Not thus, hopelessly and miserably, did Kobert Devereux face 
the death which should bring peace, although it met him on the 
scaffold. Less probably his own composition, than a tributary 
Elegy of loving friends, the stanzas of " IJssex, his Laste Votjage 
to the Sauen of Happiness,''^ are tokens of his farewell. They begin : 

"Welcome, sweet Death, the kindest freind I haue, 
This fleshly prison of my sowle vnlocke ; 
With all the speed thou can'st, prouide my graue, 
Gett an axe readie and prepare the blocke : 

Vnto the Queene I haue a debt to paye, 

This Febrewaryes fine and twenty daye. 

Come, Patience, come, and take me by the hande, 
And trew Repentaunce teach myne eyes to weepe ; 
Humylity, in neede of thee I stande, 
My Sowle desires thy company to keepe : 

Base worldly tlioughts, vanish out of my mynde, 

Leaue not a spott of you nor yours behinde. 

(MS. Ashmol., 767, fol. 64.) 



Cbe (George aioc ann ti)C ^toeepstafec. 

Jailor^ s Laughter {»ings) : — 

" The George alow came from the South, 
From the coast of barbary-a. \ 
And there he met with brave gallants of war, 
By one, by two, by three-a. 
" Well hail'd, well hail'd, you jolly gallants, 
And whither now are you bouud-a y 
0, let me have your company till 
We come to the Sound-a." 

— The I'wo Noble Kinsmen, Act iii. 5. 

recover the various songs and ballads that have been quoted 
or parodied by the old dramatists ought always to be a pleasant 
task. Few of the commentators on the plays were sufficiently 
acquainted with ballad lore to track home the allusions ; and those 
persons (their name is Legion) who " love an old ballad in print," 
and were so fortunate as to have their memory stored with tradi- 
tional tunes, were not so deeply read in the masterpieces of tragedy 
and comedy as they ought to have been. The scraps of song that 
arc chanted in her madness by the Jailor's Daughter in the ' Doubt- 
ful Play ' of " The Two K'oble Kinsmen " had not been hitherto 
identified. (The third stanza, about three fools seeing the Howlet, 
has no connection with the "George Aloe.") 

On the disputed question as to whether Shakespeare by any possibility had 
written some portion (chiefly the earlier scenes) of the play, it is not necessary 
to enter. The mad-sccncs could not have been written by him : they are in direct 
imitation and travesty of his Ophelia's. The Jailor's Daughter, like the horse 
she mentions, " gallops to the tune of ' Light o' Love.' " 

As to the date of the ballad : — It cannot have been earlier than 
July, 1590; or January 14, 159*, when Tlie Sailor's Joy, that gives 
name to the tune, was first issued. And it cannot have been so 
late as the end of March, 1611, for before that time a Second Part 
of " The George Aloe " was registered by the Stationers' Company : 

Ultimo Julij [1590]. 

Thomas Nelson. Entred for his copie vnder th« //andes of master Gravett and 

master Newberry, A iJittye of the Jiijht uppon the seas the 4 

of June laU in the Straytes of Jubraltare beticeen the 

' George^ and the ' Thomas £onaventure,' and viij Gallies 

with three Freggates. yjd. 

xiiij Januarij [159|.] 

Thomas Ckeede. Entred for his copie vnder master "Warden Cawoodes hande, 

a ballad, called the Snylers ioye, to the tune of ' heigh ho 

holUdaie,^ vppon condicon yt apperteyne to noe other man. y\d. 

EiCHAED Jones. Entred for his copies : Caplayne Jenninges his sotige, which 

he made in the Marshalsey, atid songe a Utile before his death ; 

Item, the secrmde parte of the ' George Aloo ' and the 

' Siviflestake,' being both ballades. xijV. 

[This, no doubt, was our original, " The George Aloe and the Sweepstake too." 

The broadside copies are reprints of the Second Part. Fletcher quotes the First.l 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 204 ; Rawlinson, 636, fol. 34.] 

Cl)t jailor's; onelp 2Deligt)t: 

^SctPing tJDe facatje figSt farttopni George- Aloe, tge 

Sweep-stakes auU Certain French-men at ^ca* 

To THE Tune of, The Sai/lor^s Joy. 

THe George-Aloe and the Sweep-stake too, 
TFi'^A Aisy, M'^7A Aoe, /or and a nony no : 
they were Merchant men and bound for Salee, " Sa/ee," passim, 
and alongst the coast of Barhary. 

The George- A oe to Anchor came, 

With hey, ivith hoe, for and a nony no ; 
But the jolly Sweepstake kept on her way, 

and alongst the coast of Barhary. [Repeat thus, passim. 

They had not sayled leagues two or three, tpith hey, etc. 
But they met with a Frenchman of war upon the Sea, etc. 

" All haile, all haile, you lusty Gallants, with hey, icith hoe, etc. 
Of whence is your fair Ship, or whither are you bound ?" etc. 

" We are Englishmen, and bound for Salee, with hey, etc. 

Of whence is your fair Ship, or whither are you bound ?" etc. 

" Amaine, amaine, you gallant Englishman." With hey, etc. 
"Come, you French Swads, and strike down your sayle," and etc. 

They laid us aboord on the Star-boord side, with hey, etc. 
And they overthrew us into the Sea so wide, and alongst, etc. 

"When tidings to the George-Aloe came, tvith hey, with hoe, etc. 
That the jolly Sweep-stake by a Frenchman was tane, and alongst, etc. 

" To top ! To top, thou little Ship-boy ! with hey, with hoe, etc. 
And see if this Frenchman of war thou canst discry." 

" A Sayle, a Sayle, under our lee, ivith hey, loith hoe, etc. 

Tea, and another under her obey," and alongst, etc. [=hersway. 

"Weigh anchor! Weigh anchor, jolly Boat-swain, etc. 
We will take this Frenchman if we can," etc. 

We had not sayled leagues two or three, 

But we met the Frenchman of war upon the Sea, 

and alongst the Coast of Barhary. 48 

410 The George Aloe and the Stcecp-sfaJie. 

[2rf)e Scronb Part, with latjge ctt of English ship.] 

" All haile, all haile, you lusty Gallants, tvith he}/, etc. 

Of whence is your faire Ship, and whither are you bound ? " 

" wee are Merchant-men and bound for Sahe.^^ 

" I, and we are French-men, and war upon the Sea." j-_«Aye" 

" Amaine, amaine, you English Dogges !" with hey, etc. 

" Come aboard you French rogue, and strike downe your sailes." 

The first good shot the George-Aloe [made], etc. [".4«oe,shot." 

He made the French-men's hearts sore afraid, etc. 

The second shot the George-Aloe did afford, etc. 
He struck their Main-mast over the board, etc. 

"Have mercy, have mercy, you brave English-men," etc. 
" O what have you done with our Brethren, t'l'- o" shore." 

as they sayled in Barharie ? 

" Wee laid them aboard on the Starboard side, etc. 

And we threw them into the Sea so wide," etc. ["through." 

" Such mercy as you have shewed unto them, etc. 
Tlien the like mercy shall you have againe," etc. 

"Wee laid them aboard on the Larboard side, etc. 
And we threw them into the Sea so wide, etc. 

Lord ! how it grieves our hearts full sore, etc. 

To see the drowned French-men swim along the shore, etc. 

Now gallant Sea-men all adieu, with hey, etc. 
This is the last newes that I can write to you, 

to England'' s Coast from Barharie. 92 


Printed for F. Coles, J. Upright, Tho. Vere, and W. Gilhertson. 

[Black-letter. Each of the three woodcuts represent a ship in full sail ; the 
first is Turkish with a crescent on the flags, the second is in heraldic-shield, 
with a sprawling Lion in the upper compartment. The third cut, a big ship 
hearing St. George's flag, is found in better condition in The True and iiKvfect 
Newes of the u-orthy and valiant exploijfes by Sir Francis Drake, 1587 (C. 31. 
c. 41). The Turkish ship is a mutilated cut, half of one adorning Netves from 
Sea, of two notorious Pyrats Ward, .and iJansikar (see our p. 422). Date of 
first ballad issue, as registered, 1590 ; and of ours, 159|.] 

In a later ballad beginning, " Fair Isabel of Eeauty bright," we hear how 
" Along the Coast of Barbaric, the Algerines they flock to see 

Our lloyal Fleet of noble fame, and stood amaz'dto see the same." 

Another, beginning, "Of a constant young Seaman a story I'le tell," sings of 
" The Algiers Slave's Eeleasement ; or, The Unchangeable Boat-swain." To 
the tune of Ah ! Chris, awake (cf pp. 128 and 447). Of later date is the ballad of 
" Captain Glens Unhappy Voyage to New Barbary." 



C6e jFamous jTisfit at Malaga. 

" Winds now may whistle, and waves may dance to 'era, 
Whilst merchants cry out such sport will undo 'em. 

And the Master aloud bids ' Lee the helm, lee ! ' 
But we now shall fear nor the rocks nor the sand. 
Whilst calmly we follow our plunder at land, 

When others in storms seek prizes at sea." 

— The History of Sir Francis Brake (Davenant's), 1659. 

HIS Roxburghe Ballad tells of the victory obtained by "five 
sail of frigates bound for Malago." In order to bring it here, to 
its place in the Naval Group, it had been delayed from reprint in 
Vol. V. The Bagford copy is marked " to be sold by J, Deacon." 

We can guess the true date of our Malaga ballad, and justify it 
by extracts from the Eegisters of the Stationers' Company, C. 62. 

Master Bysshop, Master. 3 July [1600]. 

Master Dawson I -nr ^ 
Master Waite J hardens. 

17 July, [1600.] 

Walter Burre. Entred for his copie vnder the handes of Master Bixe and 

IM aster While, warden: 

The report of a fight at sea in the streightes of Gibralter betwene certen 

merchantes shippes of England and fEyve Spanish shippes of warr, the 

25 of Male, 1600. yjd. 

18 Julij. 

Walter Burre. Enti-ed for his copie vnder the handes of Master Dixe and the 
Wardens, a ballet of the Fit/ ht at Sea between the Shippes aforesed. vJ6?. 

"We have no substantial reason for believing that the ballad 
belonged to an earlier date than July, 1600. The entries to Walter 
Burre appear to refer to a quite new event, the burning of Malago 
harbour. We have shown in Thomas Deloney's ballads on the 
Spanish Armada, and in his " Winning of Cales," that the remem- 
brance of threats and oppressions used by the Spaniards had been 
cherished fiercely. The nation never took kindly to the projected 
Spanish Marriage of Prince Charles, in 1623. It was interrupted 
and frustrated. His wedding the French Princess Henrietta Maria 
"was to become a greater misfortune to England than the broken 
match with Spain might have been. The national vindictiveness 
is plainly discernible in our " Malago " ballad. There is shown no 
tender commiseration for the vanqiiished Spaniards, or for the 
slaughtered women and children, as there had been in *' The 
Winning of Cales." On the contrary, we notice a sympathy with 
the English Captain's delight at damaging the ' Popish ' Cathedral 
of Malago ; all the greater because that church had been erected 
by Philip II. , after the death of "bloody" Mary, who would have 
gladly put to death her half-sister, the daughter of Anne Boleyn. 


[Roxburghe Collection, II. 146 ; Bagford, II. 76 ; Jersey, III. 90 ; Pepys, IV. 
204 ; Huth, I. 104 ; Douce, I. 72 vo.] 

Ct)e famous fis\)t at fl^alago ; 

Ox, (!rf)e 

CngIi0§mcirsi Glktoip otjcc tgc ^paniaiD)3 : 

ISdating fjoto jFlbc English jFrigatS, viz. {\)Z JTenry, Ruhj, Antelope, 
Greyhound, anti Bryan, burnt all tlje Spanish Slji'ps lit Hjcir 
?t?arboiir at Malayo; battcrcH botoit tf)cir CCfjurdjcs anli tljci'r 
Pfoiisrs about tljctr cars, lullcti abuntanrc of tljeir fHcn, anti 
obtaintti an ^Jonourablc Ui'ctoro. 

Where ever Engluh Seamen goes, 
They are a Terror to their Foes. 

To the Tune [its own] of, Five Sail of Frigats bou7idfor'Ka\ago, Sfc. 

COme all you brave Sailors, that sails on the iEaiji, 
I'll tell you of a fight that was lately in Spain • 
And of five Sail of Frifjats bound to Malago, 
For to fight the Proud Spaniards ; our orders was so. 4 

There was the ITenry and Ruby, and the Antelope also, 
The Grey-hound, and the Bryan, for fire-ships must go ; 
But so bravely we weighed, and played our parts, 
That we made the Proud Spaniards to quake in their hearts. 

Then we came to an anchor so nigh to the Mould, 
" Methinks you proud English do grow very hold ! " 
But we came to an anchor so near to the Town, 
That some of their Churches we soon battered down. 12 

They hung out their Flag of Truce, for to know our intent, 
And they sent out their Long-boat, to know what we meant, 
But our Captain he answer'd them bravely, it was so, 
"For to burn all your Shipping, before we do go." 

" For to burn all our Shipping, you must us excuse, 
'Tis not five Sail of Frigats shall make us to muse ! " — 
But we burnt all their Shipping, and their Gallies also ; 
And we left in the City full many a Widow. 

" Come then," says our Captain, ** let's fire at the Church ! " 
And down came their Belfrey, which grieved them much ; 
And down came the Steeple, which staudeth so high ; 
Which made the Proud Spaniards to the Nunnery fly. 24 

The Famous Fight at Malaga, 1600. 


So great a confusion we made in the Town, 
That their lofty Buildings came tumbling down ; 
Their wives and their children, for help they did cry, 
But none could relieve them, though danger was nigh. 

The flames and the smoak so increased their woe, 
That they knew not whither to run nor to go ; 
Some to shun the Fire leapt into the Flood, 
And there they did perish in Water and Mud. 

Our Guns we kept firing, still shooting amain. 
Whilst many a Proud Spaniard was on the place slain ; 
The rest, being amazed, for succour did cry, 
But all was in vain, they had no where to fly. 36 

At length being forced, they thought it most fit, 
Unto the brave JSnglish-vnen for to submit : 
And so a conclusion at last we did make, 
Upon such Conditions as was fit to take. 

The Spanish Armado did England no harm, 
'Tvvas but a Bravado, to give us alarm ; 

But with our five Frigats we did thom bumbast, [»'•«• i^ombard. 

And made them of English-nxeri s, Valour to taste. 

When this noble Victory we did obtain, 
Then home we returned to England again. 
Where we were received with Welcomes of Joy, 
Because with five Frigats we did them destroy. 48 

London, Printed by and for W. 0\jileg'] for A. M[_ilbourne'], 

and sold by C. Bates in Bye- Corner. 
[Black-letter. One "Woodcut. Date of issue, circa 1684, but the true date earlier.] 



C&e ^caman'0 Eeturn from tfje 31ntiie0. 

'* He ventures for traffique upon the salt seas, 
To pleasure our Gentry which lives at ease ; 
Through dangerous places must often pass he, 
Tlien of all sorts of tradesmen a Seaman for me ! " 

— Thomas Lanfiere's Fair Maid's Choice. 

E had occasion to mention the following ballad, when giving 
some others written by the same author, Thomas Lanfiere, in our 
Bagford Ballads, p. 287. He specially loved the name of ' Betty.' 

The alternative tunes (or one tune with different names ?) are, 
1. — Five Sail of Frigates, which refers to the preceding ballad of 
the Victory at Malago; and, 2. — Shrewsbury for me. 

1. — We are acquainted through tradition with the tune of Five 
Sail of Frigates hound for Malago, to which the preceding ballad 
and " The Seaman's Return from the Indies " were appointed to 
be sung. In modern times it was used in " The Scuttled Ship " 
to accompany the words of the incidental song, " She goes down 
in deep waters. Insured to the JS^ine." 

2. — This ballad, preserved in the Pepysian and Rawlinson Collec- 
tions, well deserved to be included among our Roxhirghe Ballads : 
we have given it in the present volume, on p. 359. It begins, 

Come listen, young Gallants of Shrowshury fair town, 

For that is the place that hath gained renown ; 

To set forth its praises we all will agree, 

Then every man to his mind, Shrowsbury for me ! 

It is not improbable that Thomas Lanfiere wrote " Shrewsbury " 
himself, as he certainly wrote another ballad to the same tune, 
of Shreicshury for me, viz. " The Fair Maid's Choice ; or, The 
Seaman's Ilenown ; " whence we borrow our motto, beginning, 

As I through Sandioich Town pass'd along, 
I heard a brave Damsel singing of this song ; 
In the praise of a Saylor she sung gallantly, 
Of all sorts of tradesmen a Seaman for me ! 

We have already reprinted it in the First Division of Bagford 
Ballads (pp. 286 to 291) ; and it also reappears in The I^eniish 
Garland, edited by our most esteemed friend Miss Julia H. L. de 
Vaynes. The song finds its sequel in the now-following "Seaman's 
Return." Later we come to several other ballads by Thomas 
Lanfiere, forming a group of " Good Fellows." We know little of 
him except that he belonged to Watchat in Somersetshire, and 
wrote a fair number of ditties, sometimes signed in full, sometimes 
by his initials, and sometimes with an acrostic of his name. 


[Roxburghe Collection, IV. 47; Bagford, II. 83; Pepys, IV. 161; Jersey, 
I. 311; llawlinson, 97; Huth, I. 118; Douce, I. 87.] 

Cl)e d^allaut teaman's i^eturn 

from tge 3InDic0; 

©r, SEJ^e P?apps JHcEtintj of ttoo Jaitl^ful Hofacrs. 

TOfjercm is djciriEti t\)£ Eagal constancg of a Seaman to i)f0 Hobe. 
bJitf) \i£x: iunti salutation unto f)im for ijis Mclcome Ijome. 

Observe this Song which is both neat and pretty, 
'Tis on a Seaman iu his praise of Betty. 

Tune or, Five Sail of Frigats ; or, Shrewsbury. [See p. 359.] 

By T[homas] L[anfiere] : with Allowance. 

" T AM a stout Seaman newly come on shore, 
JL I have been a long Voyage where I nere was before ; 
But now I am returned I'm resolved to see 
My own dearest honey whose name is Betty. 

" I have been absent from her full many a day. 
But yet I was constant in every way, 
Though many a beautiful dame I did see, 
Yet none pleased me so well as pretty Betty. 

"J^ow I am intended, what ever betide. 
For to go and see her, and make her my bride : 
If that she and I can together agree, 
I never will love none but pretty Betty?'' 12 

€{)£ (Gallant Seaman's Soncf at tlje fHcctfncj of Betty. 

" TTTEll met, my pretty Betty, my joy and my dear, 
f V I now am returned thy heart for to chear : 
Though long I have been absent, yet I thought on thee, 
my heart it was alwayes with pretty Betty. 

" Then come, my own dearest, to the Tavern let's go. 
Whereas we'll be merry for an hour or two, 
Lovingly together we both will agree. 
And I'le drink a good health to my pretty Betty. 

"And when we have done to the Church we will by. 
Whereas we'll be joyned in Matrimony, 
And alwayes I'le be a kind husband to thee, 
If that thou wilt be ray wife, pretty Betty. 24 

416 Lanfiere's Gallant Seaman's Return from the Indies. 

" I will kiss thee and hug thee all night in my arms, 
I'le be careful of thee and keep thee from harms, 
I will love thee dearly in every degree, 
For my heart it is fixed on pretty Betty. 

• " For thee I will rove, and sail far and near, 

The dangerous rough Sea shall not put me in fear ; 
If I do get treasure, I'le bring it to thee, 
And I'le venture my life for my pretty Betty. 

"And more than all this, I'll tell thee, my dear, 
I will [soon] bring thee home rich jewels for to wear, 
And many new fasliions 1 will provide thee. 
So that none shall compare unto pretty Betty. 36 

" Then come, my own Dearest, and grant me thy Love, 
Both loyal and constant to thee I will prove, 
If that thou wilt put trust and belief in me, 
I vow nere to love none but pretty Betty. ^^ 

SEljc Sccont) Part: To the same Tune. 

Betty's Reply, wherein she shows her Love, 
Promising him always constant to prove. 

" f\ Welcome, my Dearest, welcome to the shore, 
\J Thy absence so long hath troubled me sore ; 
Put since thou art returned, this I'll assure thee, 
It is thou art the ma7i that my Husband shall he. 

" Although that some Maids now-a-days prove untrue, 
Yet I'll never change my old Love for a new ; 
My promise I'le keep, while life remains in me, 
For 'tis thou art the man that my Husband shall be. 48 

" I have been courted by many a proper Youth, 
If thou wilt believe me I'le tell thee the truth : 
But all my affections I have set on thee, 
For thou art the man that my Husband shall be. 

" Then, Dearest, be not discontented in mind, 
For to thee I'le alwayes prove loving and kind ; 
Nor Lord nor Knight I'le have, if they would have me, 
For 'tis thou art the man that my Husband shall be. 

"If that I might gain a whole Ship-load of money, 
I would not forsake my true Love and Honey ; 
No wealth nor yet riches shall force or tempt me, 
To forsake him who ever my true Love shall be." 60 

The Gallant Seaman's Return from the Indies. 


[Sil^atointj l^oto tj^eg '^^'^^ JKarrteti.] 

This lusty brave Seaman and his dearest Dear 
Was married full speedily, as I did hear, 
Now they both together do live happily, 
And he vows to love his pretty Betty. 

He is over joy'd now he has gain'd his mate, 
They do love and live without strife or debate ; 
He is kind unto her in every degree, 
So I wish, him well to enjoy pretty Betty. 

All you young men and maidens, pray learn by my song, 
To be true to your sweet-hearts, and do them no wrong ; 
Prove constant and just, and not false-hearted be, 
And so I will now conclude my new ditty. 60 

Printed for F. Colels], T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke, TF. 

Thackery, T. Passenger. 

[In Black-letter. Three woodcuts : the first is on p. 433, the second represents 
a Queen, in a frame, and the third is a fragment of a frieze with a Summer 
Cupid. Date, circa 1680. The woodcut below belongs to "Sir Walter 
Eaieigh Sailing in the Lowlands," p. 421 ; with other three cuts, already given, 
viz. a man, p. 59 ; a second ship (the other half of this cut as on p. 433), and 
the little man. Vol. III. p. 403.J 


2 E 


%n Wedtct Ealcigl) bailing in ftc Loto^lantig. 

*' So they row'd him up ticJit in a hlack hull's skin, R'k iddle dte, etc. 
And have thrown him o'er deck-buird, sink he or swim : 
As they sailed to the Lowlauds low .... 

" ' "We'll no' throw you o'er a rope, nor pu' you up on buird, Eek, etc. 
Nor prove unto you as good as our word, As tve sail, etc. 

" Out spoke the little cabin-boy, out spake he ; Eek iddle dee, etc. 

' Then hang me but I'll sink ye as 1 sank the French Galley, As yon sail.' 

" But they've thrown him o'er a rope, and have pu'd him up on buird ; Eek. 
And have proved unto him far better than their word, As they sailed" etc. 

— The Goulden Vanitee. 


IIREE words were shouted by the Spanish Count Gondomar into 
the unwilling ear of King James I., the only coward of the whole 
Stuart race. (But deficiency of physical courage was congenital, 
caused by the infamous brutality of Darnloy and his fellow- 
conspirators, assassins of DaA'id llizzio, in the very presence of the 
Queen at a time when she deserved most consideration. This fact 
should be remembered, in excuse of King Jamie's timidity at the 
sight of a drawn sword.) To Queen Elizabeth the words, " Pyrats ! 
Pyrats J Pyrats ! " might not have sounded so unpleasantly. Her 
remembrance of encouragement given to " Merchant-adventurers," 
so long as they could successfully waylay the costly argosies and the 
carracks of any foreign power (whether under cover of lawful 
warfare or otherwise need not be enquired into curiously), might 
be enough to soften her diplomatic indignation. She was ready 
to plead, with a much later casuist, " I'm very sorry; very much 
ashamed! and mean — next winter — to be quite reclaim'd." 

But King James was of a different temper, and, although he well 
loved any accession of plundered wealth, the persistent reproaches 
against himself for connivance in such extra-judicial acts of the 
sea-solicitors could not fail to be distasteful. Personal antipathy 
was the secret mainspring, but Goudomar's * three words ' secured 
ultimately the death of Raleigh, whose faults were great and whose 
chief work was ended. Modern historians and biographers are apt 
to become dazzled by the glitter of romance, disguising the cruelty 
and rapacity of the old Vikingr, buccaneers, and privateers ; yet 
we entertain too deeply-rooted contempt for the peace-at-any-price 
pseudo philanthropists, who denounce all warfare indiscriminately, 
for us to add reproof of sharp practices on the open seas. 

Sir Walter Raleigh never secured the popularity, the national 
affection, which was frankly given to Robert Devereux the Earl of 
Essex. Not only was Raleigh deemed arrogant, selfish, with the 
airs of an upstart, insolent to superiors, unconciliating with equals, 

Sir Walter Raleigh Sailing in the Lowlands. 419 

and heartlessly indifferent to those in lower position, but his base 
ingratitude towards Essex was of itself sufficient to diminish the 
regard which his more brilliant qualities might have gained for him, 
and this consideration no doubt explains the absence of all public 
regret for his downfall. It was believed to be a rightful retribution, 
" Thou hast spoken right, 'tis true; the wheel has come full circle : 
I am here ! " 

The subject of the following ballad is fictitious — sheer invention, 
of course, but anticipative of our modern torpedo practice : in the 
augur-instrument that " bored thirty holes at twice." The selfisli- 
ness and ingratitude displayed by llaleigh agreed with the current 
estimate : and he certainly had a daughter. The song would not 
have been accepted, if proffered by caluminators of Essex. 

The extant broadsides are not of earlier imprint than circa 1G82 (issued by 
Joshua Conyers, at the Black Raven in Fleet -street). The ballad may have ap- 
peared previously ; but, being marked with the imprimatur of Roger L'Estrange 
(Pepys Coll., IV. 196), not before 1663. The (Pepys and Euing) name of the 
ship, 'the Sweet Trinity,' is corrupted into "The Golden" or "Goulden Vanity" 
in modern versions. One we add here. Thirty years ago we heard the other 
jovially sung in Edinburgh, by Mr. P. S. Eraser, F.S.A. Scot. ; a Scottified 
and traditional version, with a ' keckling ' accompaniment of Eck iddle dee, and 
the Lowlands-low,''' and the profound gravity with which it was mentioned how 
"Then he took out an Instrument, bored thirty holes at twice," can never be 
forgotten. Professor John AVilson, " Christopher North," delighted in the song 
(music and words are in Mrs. Gordon's memoir of her father, 1862, vol. ii. 
p. 317) ; so did Lord Patrick Robertson, Professor Aytoun, J. G. Lockhart, and 
others ; but none of them, Eraser included, knew anything of the early -printed 
original. The Scotch traditional version begins, 

" There was a gallant ship, and a gallant ship was she, 
Eck iddle dee, and the Low-lands low ; 
And she was called ' The Goulden Vanitee,' as she sailed to the Lotvlands low." 

W(iz (Soltim Fanitg. 

(Corrupt Modern Stall-copy: Printed at the Pitts Press.) 

" T Have a Ship in the North Countrie, 

X And she goes by the name of the Golden Vanity ; 
I'm afraid she will be taken by some Tm-kish gallee, 
As she sails on the Low-Lands Low.'''' 

Then up starts our little Cabin Boy, 

Saying, " Master, what will you give me if I do them destroy ? " 
" I will give you gold, I will give you store ; 
You shall have my daughter when I return on shore, 
If you, sink them in the Low-Lands Low." 

The Boy bent his breast, and away he jumpt in ; 
He swam till he came to the Turkish galleon. 
As she laid on the Low-Lands Low. 

The Boy he had an augur to bore holes two at twice ; 
While some were playing cards, and some were playing dice ; 
He let the water in, and it dazzled in their eyes. 
And he sunk them in the Low-Lands Low. 

420 Sir Walter Raleigh Sailing in the Lowhnu/s. 

The Boy he bent his breast, and away he swam back again, 
Saying, ' ' M aster, take me up, or I shall be slain, 
lor I have sunk them in the Low-Lands Low." 

" I'll not take you up," the master he cried, — 
•' I'll not take you up," the master replied ; 
•' I will kill you, I will shoot you, I will send you with the tide ; 
/ will sink you in the Low-Lands Low.'''' 

The Boy he swam round all by the starboard side ; 
They laid him on the deck, and it's there he soon died : 
Then they sewed him up in an old cow's hide. 
And they threw him over-board to go down with the tide, 
And they sunk him in the Low-Lands Low. 

[IIow came that old cow on board, for her hide to have been taken ? Miss 
Prue in "William Congreve's "Love for Love" calls Ben "a great sea-calf; " 
but sea-cows are rarfc aves. " Que d'lable allait-elle faire dans cette galhe V^ 
The " black bull's skin " is a genuine relic of early superstition. It was of evil 
omen, like the black sail to Theseus, and a Scottish king knew what was 
impending when a black bull's head was brought to table as his death-warrant.] 

Let us here (lacking space elsewhere) insert an earlier printed ballad, 
QTfjE attempt on tljc CToiunc of Calcs, 1025. 

[This ballad is preserved in William Crosse's continuation of Edward Grimestonc's 
General History of the Netherlands, 1627 (P. Mark 591, i. 7.), pp. 1580-1581 : 
' The summe of this vnfortunate journey was epitomised into these verses, 
by a gentleman Avho was present in all that scruice : '] 

OUrs came to Coles ; three thousand cannot shot [Cadiz. 

Funtafs strong fort ; from Bastamoiite got, 
"We marcht to Soto's house, carows'd his wine. 
And spent three dayes ; which intercourse of time 
Gaue meanes vnto Great Philip's ships to free 
Themselues from our surprise, by sinking three. 

On tbursday we retir'd, where brave Horwood 
With Ussex and with Morton made it good 
Ajjjainst the foes, till our ingaged Bands 
Imbarkt themselues on the Calesian sands. 

Fr(mi thence we tooke the Maine, and plow'd those waves [28 Oct. 

Whose beating Surge the Southerne foreland laves. 

Where plying off and on, for nineteene dayes, 
Vpon the twentith, all our Armie sayles [17 Nov. 

(Being victuall scanted) towards that decpe sound. 
Where christal Flim from Plimouth doth rebound. 
There safe arriuing, all our former toyle [Falmnuth, 5 Dec. 

Lay buried in the sight of England'' s soyle. 

[ITorwood was Sir Edward Horwood, Sir Thomas Morton and Robert Devereux, 
third Earl of Essex, are the others named. The fort of Puntal yielded upon 
composition after Colonel Burrowes [ = Sir John Burroughs] was landed in the eye 
of them : Captain Thomas Porter commanding the ordnance of the Convertine. j 


[Pepys Collection, IV, 196; Euing, 334 ; Case 22, e. 2, fol. 76.] 

^ir Waltzt IRaleig!) bailing: in tfic iLolti4anti0. 

Sf)£toing l}ciin tf)E famous Slji'p callcti tf)e /S'^t'eei; Trinity tons 
taken ijg a false ffirallg, anti Ijoto ft inas again restorcb bg tl}e 
rtaft of a little .Sea^bog, to|)a sunk tije ffiallg ; as tjb^ folloiiintj 
Song toi'll ticclare. 

To THE Tune or. The Sailing in the Loiv-lands. 

Sir Waller Raleigh has built a Ship, in the Neather-lands, 
,^ Sir Walter Raleigh has built a ship in the Neather-lands ! 
Ami it is called the Siveet Trinity, 

And [it] was taken by the false Gallaly, sailing in the Low-lands. 
" Is there never a Seaman bold in the Neather-lauds : 
Is there never a Seaman bold in the j^eather-lands. 
That will go take this false Gallaly, 
And to redeem the Sweet Trinity ; sailing in the Low-lands?" 

Then spoke the little Ship -boy, in the Neather-lands, \B.epeat. 

" Master, master, what will you give me, and I will take this false Gallaly, 
And [so] release the Swtet Trinity, sailing in the Low-lauds ?" 

" I'le give thee gold, and I'le give thee fee, in the Neather-lauds ; \Bis. 

And my eldest daughter thy wife shall be, sailing in the Low-lands." 

He set his breast, and away he did swim, in the Neather-lands, \Tiis. 

Until he came to the false Gallaly, sailing in the Low-lands. 

He had an Augor fit for the [njouce, in the Neather-lands, [-B«v. 

The which will bore fifteen good holes at once, sailing in the Low -lands. 

Some were at Cards, and some at Dice, in the Neather-lands, \Bis. 

Until the salt water flash' d in their eyes, sailing in the Low-lands. 

Some cut their hats, and some cut their caps, in the Neather-lands, \Bis. 
For to stop the salt-water gaps, sailing in the Low-lands. 

He set his breast, and away did swim, in the Neather-lands, \Bis. 

Until he came to his own ship again, sailing in the Low-lands. 

" I have done the work I promised to do, in the Neather-lands, \Bis. 

For I have sunk the false Gallaly, and released the Sojeet Trinity, 
Sailing in the Low-lands. 

" You promised me gold and you promised me fee, in the Neather-lands, [/Jt.?. 
Your eldest daughter my wife she must be, sailing in the Low-lauds." 

" You shall have gold, and you shall have fee, in the Neather-lands ; \_Bis.~ 
But my eldest daughter your wife shall never be, 
For sailing in the Low-lands." 

" Then fare you well, you cozening Lord, in the Neather-lands. \Bis. 

Seeing you are not so good as your word, for sailing in the Low-lands." 

And thus I shall conclude my Song of the sailing in the Low-lands, \Bis. 
Wishing all happiness to all Seamen both old and young 
In their sailing in the Low-lands. 

Tlds may he printed, B.L.S. 

Printed for/. Conyers, at the Black- liaren, the first shop in Fetter-Lane next 
Holborn, [Black-letter. Four woodcuts, see p. 417. Date, licensed, 1665-8.5.] 



Captain ^arD'g jFigbt ttiitb tU EainlioU)^ 

" You are the man we couet, [you,] whose valor 
Hath spake you so impartiall worthy, 
We bhouhl do wrong to merit, not gracing you. 
Beleeue me, Sir, you haue iniur'd much your selfe, 
Vouchsafing familiarity with those 
Men of so common rank as Daiisiker : 
Your hopes should flye a pitch aboue them." 

— Robert Daborne's A Christian iurn'd Turke, 1612. 

.EXTION has been made of a vessel called * The Eainbow,' 
that distinguished itself against the Spanish Armada (vide p. 375), 
and probably it is the same ship of war that re-appears in the 
"Famous Sea-Fight" of Captain Ward. 

There is a different version, one that must certainly have been antecedent to our 
Roxburghe and Bagford exemplars (l)y far the more common and popular, the 
other being very rare and never hitherto reprinted) : it is fully entitled " The 
Sea -man's Song of Cai)tain Ward, the famous Pyrate of the World and an 
Englishman born." It begins, " Gallants, you must understand," was printed 
for F. Coles, and had been appointed to be simg to the Tune of ' The King^s 
goitifj to Bulloign,' a lost ballad, of different rhythm from " Captain Ward." 

The Stationers' Registers record the Seaman's Song of AV^aid and Dansekar. 

3 Julij, 1609. 

John Bi'Shby. Entred for his copyes vnder t' hand of Master Warden Lownes 
2 ballades, 
th' one called the Seamens Sotige of Captayne JFARDE, the 

famous Pirate of the World, an Englishman. 
th' other, the Stamens Songe of BANSEKAR the Dutchman 
his robberyes andjightes at Sea. yAjd. 

On the previous 2nd of June there had been " entered to John Busby, senior, 
for his copie vnder t' hand of Master Warden Lownes a booke called Newes from 
the Sea sent by an Englishe merchant of cer ten piracies committed in April, 1609, 
by certen Turkes confederates with the great Pyrate WARD and Captaine 
DANSEKER [s«c] a Dutchman vppon ye merchantes shippes traffique from th'' 
Eiiglish, Ennch, Dutche and Spanish nations, Provided that yt is not to be printed 
without further Aucthoritie. vjr/." 

This authorization was obtained after an interval of more than four months 
{vide Transcript, iii. pp. 411, 414, 422, during which time the two-part ballad 
had been licensed), viz. on 24 October, 1609, when John Busby, junior, had 
entered to him a fix-sli payment of sixpence for " A book called A true and certen 
report of the bigynninge, proccedinges, ouerthroives, and noive present estate of 
Captain WARD and DANSEKER, the tivo late famons Pirates, from their first 
settinge forth to this present tyme ; as also, the fyring of 2o saile of the Tunis men 
of ivarre, together vith the Death of ditierse of WARDES best Captayties, pub- 
lished by ANDREW BARKER, master of a ship, who was taken by the con- 
federates of WARD and bv them sometymes Deteyned prisoner." [A copy of 
this book is in the British Museum Library, C. 27. c. 6. iS.IL. W. Dull,.. Sold 
by /. Holme London, 1 609. See also Netces from Sea of two notoriotts Pyrats 
Ward the Englishman and Danstkar the Dutchman, xvith a true relation of all or 
the most piracies by them committed unto the sixt of Apr ill, 1609. JS. IL. Printed 
for N\athanieT\ Butter, London, 4to. Grenville, 7343.] 


[Wood's Collections, 401, fol. 80, 402, fol. 40; Douce, II. 199.] 

^\)z Sonff of ©anseltar tl^e IDutcf)man. 
[Secant! Part of tlje Sca^man's Sontj of HEarb anti Oansciiar.] 

Tune of. The King [HenryYs going to BuUoign. 

Sing we Sea-men, now and than, 
Of Bansehar the Dutchman, [Sec p. 425. 

"Whose gallant mind hath won him great renown ; 
To live on land he counts it base, 
But seeks to purchase greater grace, 
By roving on the Ocean up and down. 

His heart is so aspiring. 

That now his chief desiring 
Is for to win himself a worthy name ; 

The land hath far too little ground. 

The sea is of a larger bound, 
And of a greater dignity and fame. 1 2 

Now many a worthy, gallant, 

Of courage now most valiant, 
With him hath put their fortunes to the Sea ; 

All the world about have heard 

Of Bansehar and English Ward, 
And of their proud adventures every day. 

There is not any kingdom, 

In Turkey or in Christendom, 
But by these Pyrates have received loss ; 

Merchant-men of every land 

Do daily in great danger stand, 
And fear do much the ocean main to cross. 24 

They make children fatherless, 

Woful widows in distresse. 
In shedding blood they too much delight ; 

Fathers they bereave of sons, 

Eegarding neither cries nor moans. 
So much they joy to see a bloody fight. 

They count it gallant bearing 

To hear the cannons roaring, 
And musket shot to rattle in the sky ; 

Their glories would be at the highest 

To fight against the foes of C[h]rist, 
And such as do our Christian faith deny. ;>6 

But their cursed villanies, 

And their bloody pyracies. 
Are chiefly bent against our Christian friends ; 

Some Christians so delight in evils, 

That they become the sous of divels, 
And for the same have many shameful ends. 


424 The Seaman's Song of Captain Ward and Dansekar. 

England suffers danger, 

As Tvell as any stranger 
Nations are alike unto this company ; 

Many English Merchant-men, 

And of London now and then, 
Have tasted of their vUe extremity. 48 

LondofC s * Elizabeth ' 

Of late these rovers taken hath, 
A ship well laden with rich merchandize. 

The nimble ' I'earl ' and ' Chanty ,' 

All ships of gallant hraverj', 
Are by these pyrates made a lawful prize. 

The ' Trojan ' of London, 

"With other ships many a one, 
Hath stooped sail, and yielded ont of hand ; 

(These pyrates they have shed their bloods, 

And the Tu)-k$ have bouglit their goods,) 
Being all too weak their power to withstand. 60 

Of ITull the Bonnventer, [CJ. p. 40.S. 

Which was a great frequenter 
And passer of the Straits to Barbary, 

Both ship and men taken were 

By pyrates Ward and Daiisekar, 
And brought by them into captivity. 

English Ward and Dansekar 

Begin greatly now to jar 
About [the true] dividing [of] their Goods ; 

Both ships and soldiers gather head, 

Daiisckiir from Ward is iled : 
So full of pride and malice are their bloods. 72 

Ward doth only promise 

To keep about rich Timin, 
And be commander of those Turkish seas ; 

But valiant Liulch-lixvi^ Dansekar 

Doth hover neer unto Argier, [=Algit'r8 

And there his threat'ning colours now displays. 

These Pyrates thus divided, 

By God is soon provided 
In secret sort to work each other's woe ; 

Such wicked courses cannot stand. 

The Divel thus puts in his hand. 
And God will give them soon an overthrow. 84 


Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and JF. Gilbertson. [13.11. Orig. date, 1609.] 

Eobert Dabome wrote a tragedy, in prose and verse, entitled " A Christian 
Uirn'd Turke ; or, the tragicall Lines and deaths of the two famous Pyrates, 
Ward and Dansiker. Printed by [and] for AV. Barrenger, Londim, 1612, in 4to. 
(644. b. 15 ; and C. 12. f. 6, art. 1.) From this we take our motto, on p. 422. 

" His monument in brass wee'l thus engraue : 

JFard sold his country, turn'd Turke, and died a slaue." 

Captain Ward, and Dansehar the Dutchman. 425 

In our Appendix is given the original " Seaman's Song of Capt. Ward." 
He was by birth a ' Man of Kent,' and it is probable that his baptismal 
register is still extant, unsuspected by all save ourselves, in the church 
of his native town Faversham. Even his Christian name, John, had 
been forgotten in tradition. He was simply remembered as " Captain 
Ward, the Englishman and Pirate." We need not expect that one 
whom he had plundered, such as Andrew Barker, could be disposed to 
give a flattering report of Ward's life and conversation. We take his 
contemporary account cum grano salis, thankful for small mercies, not 
believing his word of Ward's cowardice, but admitting drunkenness and 
profanity. In the last year of Elizabeth's reign, at beginning of the 
seventeenth century, our John Ward was living at Plymouth, " a fellow 
poore, base, and of no esteeme, one as tattered in cloathes as he was 
ragged in conditions, the good past that he could boast of himselfe 
might bee, that hee was borne in a Towne called Feuersham in Ke7it, 
and there lived as a poore fisherman " {A True and certaine Report of 
. . . Captaine Ward and Dansehar the two late famous Pirates, etc., 
1609, p. 2). Barker says that " he was commonly called Jack Ward, 
one that was welcome into any tap-house, more for love of his coyne 
than love of his Company, and all the reputation that his own crue held 
of him was but this, that he was a mad rascall, would sweare well, 
drinke stifFe, stick too't, and like a good cocke he would neuer out of 
their damnable pit, if there were either money in his purse or credible 
chalke in his hoste's hand, being once in." 

In the beginning of James I.'s reign. Ward obtained employment in 
a King's ship. The Lion's Whelpe. He ingratiated himself with the 
crew, persuaded them to trust him, and commence marauding for mutual 
profit, on land and sea. So he became their captain, and there is a 
long list of vessels that fell under his piratical attacks. His chief ally 
was " Dansekar the Dutchman," whose right name (according to 
Andrew Barker) was Simon Danser. Other chief associates were 
William Graves, Thomas Hussey, and John White. Danser, or Dan- 
sekar, had belonged to Flushing, whence, after having served the States, 
he went to Marseilles, and there left his wife and son. Among the 
vessels that he took, one was the Diamond, of London ; another, the 
Centurion {Ihid, p. 24). His wife tried to induce him to return, with 
the offer of pardon from the King of France if Dansekar would devote 
himself to his service. 

The King of Spain sent an expedition against Ward and Dansekar, 
of twelve ships and eleven galleys. Captain Boniton, a Cornishman, 
and one Abraham Collings (ancestor of Jesse ?), were taken, and soon 
carried to Marseilles. Boniton was executed : others, sixty-four in all, 
were condemned for life to the galleys. Barker in 1609 rejoiced in the 
hope that the Spaniards had thus far crippled Ward's power. Many a 
bad half-hour the pirates must have sutiered at that date. Thus wo 
read the quarto volume (with our ship cut of p. 386), telling of the 
Execution of Nineteen late Pyrates, Harris, Jennings, Longcastle [one 
of Ward's men]. Bournes, Haulsey, etc., executed on 22 December last 
[1609 ?], in Southioarke. This is dated January, 1609 [16f6- ?] 

Ward appears to have been on good terms with the Tunisians and 
Algerines : like Dansekar, he is said to have been a renegade to the faith. 
A inconstant Turkish woman, Voada, accused and ruined him. 


[Roxburghe Collection, III. 56, 652-4, 861 ; Baafford, I. 65 ; II. 78 ; Tcpys, 

IV. 202 ; Douce, 111, 56.] 

Ct)e ifamoim ^tafis\)t ftettoeen 

Captain CdatD anti tijt Kainboto. 

To THE Tune OF, Captain Ward, etc. ^ [C/. vol. i. p. 249. 

STrike up, you lusty Gallants, with Musick and sound of Drum, 
For we have dcscrycd a Rover upon tlie Sea is come ; 
His name is Captain Ward, right well it doth appear, 
There has not been such a Rover found out this thousand year. 
For he hath sent unto our King, the sixth of January, [james i. 
Desiring that he might come in, with all his Company ; 
" And if your King will let me come, till I my tale have told, 
I will bestow for my ransome full thirty tun of gold." ^ 8 

" nay ! nay ! " then said our King, " nay, this may not be, 
To yield to such a Rover my self will not agree ; 
He hath deceiv'd the French-man, likewise the King of Spain, 
And how can he be true to me, that hath been false to twain." 
AVith that our King provided a Ship of worthy fame, 
' Rainhow ' she is called, if you would know her name ; 
Now the gallant Rainboio she rowes upon the Sea, 
Five hundred gallant Seamen to bear her company. IG 

The Dutch-man and the Spaniard she made them for to flye. 
Also the bonny French-man, as she met him on the Sea. 
When as this gallant Rainhow did come where Ward did lye, 
" Where is the Captain of this Ship ? " this gallant Rainhow did cry. 
" that am I," says Captain Ward, "there's no man bids me lye ; 
And if thou art the King's fair Ship, thou art welcome unto me." 
" I'le tell thee what," says Rainhoiv, " our King is in great grief 
That thou should'st lye upon the Sea, and play the arrant thief, 24 
" And will not let our Merchants' ships pass as they did before, 
Such tydings to our King is come, which grieves his heart full sore." 
With that this gallant Rainhow she shot, out of her pride, 
Full fifty gallant brass pieces, charged on every side. 

And yet these gallant Shooters prevailed not a pin. 

Though they were brass on the out-side, brave Ward was steel within. 

" Shoot on, shoot on!" saysCaptain Ward, " your sport well pleaseth mc ; 

And he that first gives over, shall yield unto the Sea. 32 

" I never wrong'd an Fnglish Ship, but Turh and King of Spain, 

For and the jovial Dutch-man, as I met on the Main. 

If I had known your Ki