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Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

1.360-361r S5325 3 a pleasant new court Song: A Pleasant New Court Song: an excellent new tune. An Excellent New Tune. Bonny Nell Bonny Nell AS I went forth one Summers day, / To view the Meddowes fresh and gay, alas, there's none ere lou'd like I. [with variations] VVHen I had seene this Virgins end, / I sorrowed as became a friend, formerly conjoined single sheet oblong folio, cut in two parts and hinged, with verso [?] For which fact, he, his wife, and the other woman, were executed at Lanceston, [last Lent Assizes] . . .; another edition at 3.124. Pepys 1.360-361r STC 16862.3 for J. Wright [c.1635]; Rollins (2) 104 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131). Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, over columns 1 & 2: A lady stands facing towards her right. In her right hand, she holds a large feather fan (or a branch?). The lady wears a large stiff ruff and a necklace or chain. Her full skirt (supported by a french farthingale?) and the front of her dress is decorated with a row of large flowers. Her dark overskirt is elaborately decorated. : 81 x 52 Woodblock 2: second 1/2 sheet, over columns 3 & 4: A bearded man stands with his right hand on his hip. He is dressed in a doublet with buttons, slops, ruff, hose, boots with spurs, and wears a hat with plumes and a brim. A cloak over his left shoulder conceals his left elbow and hangs behind him. He wears a sword belt and holds his left hand to his chest.: 85 x 65 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: 360 1: 361 The diseased Maiden Louer. The diseased Maiden Lover. The Diseased Maiden Lover. The Faithlesse Louer. The Faithlesse Lover. The Faithless Lover. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, hinged, 263 x 150 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, hinged, 264 x 156 cropped right edge, damaged surface, uneven inking, verso shows through cropped right edge, verso shows through cast fleurons cast fleurons 1635 Printed at London for I. Wright. J.Wright Weinstein: STC second part has additional imprint: Printed at London for Iohn Wright.

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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 6/26/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate death infidelity love sex/sexuality vice 06/26/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created, ESTC # recorded / found in bl.uk 08/01/2007 Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked - ESTC S5325 2005 Transcriber Jeff Moorse Original Transcription 7/22/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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AS I went forth one Summers day, To view the Meddowes fresh and gay, A pleasant Bower I espi'd, Standing hard by a Rivers side: and in't I heard a Mayden cry, alas, there's none ere lov'd like I. I couched close to heare her moane, With many a heavie groane, And wisht that I had beene the wight, That might have bred her hearts delight: but these were all the words that she, did still repeat, none loves like me. Then round the Meddowes did she walke, Catching each flower by the stalke, Such as within the Meddowes grew. As Dead-mans thumbe, and Hare-bell blue: and as she pluckt them, still cryde she, alas, there's none ere lov'd like me. A bed therein she made to lie: Of fine greene things that grew fast by, Of Poplers, and of Willow leaves, Of Sicamore and Flaggy sheaves: and as she pluckt them, still cryde she, alas, there's none ere lov'd like me. The little Lark-foote shee'd not passe, Nor yet the flowers of Three-leav'd grasse, With Milkemayds Honny Succles phraise, The Crowes foot, nor the yellow Crayse, and as she pluckt them, still cride she, alas, there's none ere lov'd like me.
The pretty Dasie which doth show Her love to Phoebus, bred her woe; Who joyes to see his cheerefull face, And mournes when he is not in place, alacke, alacke, alacke, quoth she, there's none that ever lov'd like me. The Flowers of the Sweetest sent, She bound them round with knotted Bent, And as she layd them still in bands, She wept, she wayl'd, and wrung her hands, alas, alas, alas, quoth she, there's none that ever lov'd like me. False man, quoth she, forgive thee heaven, As I doe wish my sinnes forgiven, In blest Elizium I shall sleepe, When thou with perjur'd soules shalt weep who when they liv'd, did like to thee, that lov'd their Loves as thou dost mee. When she had fild her Apron full, Of such sweet Flowers as she could cull; The greene leaves serv'd her for a Bed, The Flowers pillowes for her head, Then down she lay, ne're more did speake, alas with love her heart did breake.
F I N I S. Printed at London for J. Wright.
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WHen I had seene this Virgins end, I sorrowed as became a friend, And wept to see that such a Mayd Should be by faithlesse love betrayd. but woe (I feare) will come to thee, that was not true in love as shee. The Birds did cease their Harmony, The harmelesse Lambs did seeme to cry, The Flowers they did hang their head, The Flower of Maydens being dead, whose life by death is now set free, and none did love more deare than shee. The bubbling brookes did seeme to moane, And Eccho from the Vales did groane; Diana's Nimphs did ring her knell, And to their Queene the same did tell, who vowed by her chastitie, that none should take revenge but she. When as I saw her corps were cold, I to her Lover went, and told What chance unto this Mayd befell, Who sayd, I am glad she sped so well. d'ee thinke that I so fond would bee, to love no Mayde but onely shee? I was not made for one alone, I take delight to heare them moane; When one is gone, I will have more: That man is rich, that hath most store, I bondage hate, I must live free, and not be ty'd to such as shee.
Oh Sir, remember, (then quoth I) The power of Heavens All-seeing eye, Who doth remember vowes forgot, Though you denie you know it not: call to your minde this Mayden free, the which was wrong'd by none but thee. Quoth he, I have a love more faire, Besides, she is her Fathers heire, A bonny Lasse doth please my minde, That unto me is wondrous kinde: her will I love, and none but she, who still shall welcome be to me. False-minded man that so would prove, Disloyall to thy dearest Love, Who at her death for thee did pray, And wisht thee many a happy day. I would my Love would but love me, even halfe so well as shee lov'd thee. Faire Maydens will example take, Young-men will curse thee for her sake: They'l stop their eares unto our plaints, And call us Devils seeming Saints: they'l say to day, that we are kinde, tomorrow of another minde.
FINIS.
Printed at London for John Wright.