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1.373 S5331 2 A New Northerne Tune Lie Lulling Beyond thee A Health to Betty 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 1.372 Pepys 1.373 STC 18671.7 for J. H[ammond? c.1630] Woodblock 1: : A knight, noble, or lord stands facing forward. He wears a large plumed hat, a ruff, and an ornate, dark cape. His sword hangs from his right hip behind him, with the tip visible to his left. He wears riding boots with spurs. He wears a moustache and seems to be smiling. His right hand is at his hip and his left hand is held in front of him. : Woodblock 2: : An old woman stands facing forward, her right arm extended and in her right hand she holds an object. She wears a full-skirted, ornate dress and a cord with tassles falls from her waist. She wears ornate, puffed sleeves and her bodice is elaborately embroidered. Her hair is pulled back into a bun or bonnet.: 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: 373 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, 268 x 148 uneven inking cast fleurons Printer 1630 London, Printed for I. H. I. H. Weinstein: STC initials

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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 death love 1/7/2008 Checker Jessica C. Murphy checked transcription, enterested metadata, created xml 2005 Transcriber Jeff Moorse 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 will I never be, till I lye lulling beyond her. Good Lord so soundly could I sleep if that I lay lulling beyond her, All the night, till day were light, and the Sun did shine upon her: Yet early by day I would steale away, to keepe my love from slander, Yet I will never merry be, till I lye lulling beyond her. My love and I will gallantly so many yeares together, Her love was so inclined to mee, 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 mourne, 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 make the foules 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 will 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, with out 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 had 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 sleep, when as I lye lulling beyond her. My dearest Deare I come to thee, when't pleaseth death to send me, The grave I count my dearest home, oh quickly 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.