%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Northerne Turtle: / Wayling his vnhappy fate, / In being depriued of his sweet Mate. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1628 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 01/07/2008 20021

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1.372 S5216 2 a new Northerne tune Lie Lulling Beyond thee A New Northern Tune A health to betty A Health to Betty A Health to Betty AS I was walking all alone, / I heard a man lamenting, till I lye lulling beyond her. another edition at 1.373 Pepys 1.372 STC 18671.3 for J. H[ammond? c.1628] Woodblock 2: below title, above second column: A lady stands with her body facing forward and her head looking to her right. In her right hand, she holds a large feather fan. The lady wears a stiff ruff and a necklace or chain. Her full skirt and the front of her dress are decorated with a row of large flowers. : 81 x 52 Woodblock 1: below title, above first column: A well-dressed man looks to the left, wears a round hat, and wears an ornate robe or cape with short sleeves attached. Below his cape or robe he wears an ornate jerkin or doublet and slops. He wears hose and black shoes. In his left hand he holds a scroll. His right arm is bent at his side and he holds his hand at shoulder height. : 78 x 57 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: 372 The Northerne Turtle: / Wayling his vnhappy fate, / In being depriued of his sweet Mate. The Northerne Turtle: Wayling his unhappy fate, In being deprived of his sweet Mate. The Northern Turtle: Wailing His Unhappy Fate, in Being Deprived of His Sweet Mate. 1/2 sheet folio, 264 x 145 holed, uneven inking cast fleurons 1628 London, printed for I. H. I. H. 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 1/7/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate affliction/health animals/nature love 1/7/08 Checker Jessica C. Murphy rechedked transcription, entered ESTC ID from bl.uk, updated metadata 6/26/2007 Checker Katy Trumbull created xml 2006 Transcriber Jeff Morose original transcription 8/1/2004 Bibliographer Margaret Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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AS I was walking all alone, I heard a man lamenting, Under a hollow bush he lay, but sore he did repent him [:] Alas quoth he, my Love is gone: which causeth me to wander, Yet merry wil I never bee, till I lye lulling beyond her. Good Lord, so soundly I could sleep, if that I lay lulling beyond her, All the night till the day were light and the sun did shine upon her: Yet early by day I wold steal away to keepe my Love from slander, Yet I will never quiet bee, till I lye lulling beyond her. My love and I, we gallantly, so many yeares together, Her love was so inclined to me, that now I'me loth to leave her; But now this wicked world is such that causeth me to wander: Yet will I never woman touch, till I lye lulling beyond her. Like to the Turtle I will mourne, in absence of my marrow, With bitter teares I cry and morne my joy is all but sorrow; My comfort is to me much care, whilst floods and woods I wander Nay, merry will I never be, till I lye lulling beyond her.
O Gods that made the birds to fly, to love their mates so dearely, Yet for her sake they doe refuse, to sing or chirp once cheerely. What comfort can the world afford what joyes then can I render? Nay merry wil I never be, till I lye lulling beyond her. A pretty Dame was once my Love, till death made separation, And she to me did constant prove, without dissimulation: Yet for her sake still will I weepe while I on earth doe wander: Nay soundly will I never sleepe, till I lye lulling beyond her. Though cruell death hath cut the breath, of this my comely creature, To meet againe we have true faith, our change is but a feature. Death may indeed in bondage keepe, yet not our love can hinder, Then soundly, soundly shall I sleepe; when as I lay lulling beyond her. My dearest Deare I come to thee. when pleaseth death to send me, The grave I count my dearast home; ah quickely then befriend me: She prov'd a Hero true to me, and I will be a Leander, I never shall in quiet be, till I lye lulling beyond her.
London, Printed for J.H. FINIS.