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1.371 S125691 1 In Melton on a Day In Melton on a Day ALas and well away,/ that ere I trod on ground Pepys 1.371 Rollins (1) I:90-94; STC 17186.5 for J. W[right? c.1625?]. Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 371 A Loue-sick maids song, lately beguild,/ By a run-away Louer that left her with Childe. A Love-sick maids song, lately beguild, By a run-away Lover that left her with Childe. A Lovesick Maid's Song, Lately Beguiled, By a Runaway Lover That Left Her with Child. 1/2 sheet folio, 258 x 148 cropped left and right edges, creased, uneven inking cast fleurons 1625 Printed at London for I. W. I. W. Weinstein: STC

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 8/9/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate affliction/health family/procreation love sex/sexuality trickery/deceit 8/9/2007 Checker Jessica C. Murphy rechecked transcription, updated metadata, ESTC ID S125691 6/26/2007 Checker Katy Trumbull 2006 Transcriber Jeff Moorse 8/1/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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A Las and well away, that ere I trod on ground To see this haplesse day, wherein such griefes abound. Alas I cannot sleepe, my joyes are cleane exilde: I cannot choose but weepe, because I was beguild. When I oshuld take the meat, that should my life sustaine: There is nothing that I eat, but aggravates my paine, Oh, fie on him whose deede doth cause me thus complaine My heart within doth bleede, with sorrow griefe and paine. Ah, evill might he thrive, that spoil'd me of my health: The cruelst wretch alive, hath me undone by stealth. For where I liv'd a maid, a maiden in good fame, He hath me now betrayde, and brought me unto shame. My maidenhead is lost, oh, cursed be the hower: When he that lov'd me most: should seeke me to deflower. Now am I great with childe, as great as I may goe: He that hath me beguild, a way is gone me fro. And left me here alone, within this desart place: To waile and make my moane, O most distressed case. What shall of me betide, none but the Lord doth know: He that should be my guide, hath left me here in woe. Ye windes resound my cryes, within the Misers eares: That he with watry eyes, may shed his brinish teares. To waile the late done deede. that he committed have: Or else to come with speede, my babe and me to save.
The trees can witnesse well, my privy griefe and paine: These Rocks and stones can tell the sorrowes I substaine My meate is hawes and hips, my drinke is water cleare: Nought els may my tender lips, have tasted this halfe yeare. O whelpe of Tigers broode, couldst thou finde in thy hart, With her that did thee good, to play so lewde a part. Woe worth me poore woman, that did thee alwaies helpe, And cursed be the Dam, brought forth so bad a whelp. Thou hadst me at thy call, as hawkes are at the lure: My selfe, my goods and all, and what I might procure. Thou hadst it at thy neede, I never sayd thee nay, To stand thee ought in steede, or helpe thee any way. And now thou doest requite, this love I beare to thee: With deadly deepe dispite, as now I plainely see, To leave me comfortlesse, my luklesse state to rue: Thou canst not say no lesse, but thou hast ben untrue. Woe worth the time that I gave credit to thy words: For now I plainely trie, thou bushes giv'st for birds. Woe worth those fained teares, which thou hast often spent: They brought me in the [b]ryers which make me now lament. O would to God I had not knowne thy perjur'd face: I might have then bene glad, where now I reape alasse. For I did never offend, before that time with thee: Nor never did intend, to spot my chastity.
But sith no words will serve, to countervaile thine act: And that thou doest deserve, hell torments for thy fact. I will hold me content, till that I breathe my last: I cannot now privent, the thing is done and past. Ye maides be warnd by me, let no such cogging mates, Spot your virginitie, by any subtill feates. Least in the ende you say, and sing as now I doe: Alas and well away, we are beguiled too. Consider words are winde, or of small force at least: And men are most unkinde, I speake probatum est. There is no truoch in men, the best is all to had: Who trusts their dealings then I hold them worse than mad. Who trusts to rotten boughes shall fall ere they bewares: Who credites fayned vowes: are sonest brought to care. My selfe may justly say. I prov'd it to my paine: I never saw the day, but words & deeds were twain And thus to end my song, I wish you all beware, And of the flattering tongue, to have a speciall care. Keepe well your honest name, as the apple of your eye, So shall your lasting fame. remaine eternally.
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Printed at London for I.W.