%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> VVill the merry weaver, & Charity the Chamber-maid, / Or, A brisk encounter between a young-man and his love; / He in her eyes, such Beauties did discover, / Making him eager to approach his Lover; / But she a longing Maid as others be, / Desir'd for to learn her A. B. C. / He put the Fescue in her Lilly-white hand, / And taught her how the same to understand University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1672-1696 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/19/2008 21142

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3.132 R186589 1 a pleasant new Tune; Or, I am a Weaver by my trade. Or, Now I am bound, &c. A Pleasant New Tune; Or, I am a Weaver by My Trade. Or, Now I am bound, etc. I Am a Weaver by my Trade, / And I fell in love with a Servant Maid, That she could not learn her A.B.C. [stanzas 9-12; with variations] Pepys 3.132 Wing W2258[B] 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. 3: 132 VVill the merry weaver, & Charity the Chamber-maid, / Or, A brisk encounter between a young-man and his love; / He in her eyes, such Beauties did discover, / Making him eager to approach his Lover; / But she a longing Maid as others be, / Desir'd for to learn her A. B. C. / He put the Fescue in her Lilly-white hand, / And taught her how the same to understand Will the merry weaver, & Charity the Chamber-maid, Or, A brisk enounter between a young-man and his love; He in her eyes, such Beauties did discover, Making him eager to approach his Lover; But she a longing Maid as others be, Desir'd for to learn her A. B. C. He put the Fescue in her Lilly-white hand, And taught her how the same to understand Will the Merry Weaver, and Charity the Chambermaid, Or, a Brisk Enounter Between a Young Man and His Love; He in Her Eyes, Such Beauties Did Discover, Making Him Eager to Approach His Lover; But She a Longing Maid as Others Be, Desired for to Learn Her A. B. C. He put the Fescue in Her Lily-white Hand, and Taught Her How the Same to Understand 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 203 x 280 vertical rules 1672-1696 Printed for P. Brooksby' at the Golden Ball, near the Hospital-Gate, in VVest-smithfield. P. Brooksby BBTI

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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 5/19/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant class gender sex/sexuality 05/19/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created, ESTC # R186589 found in bl.uk 07/18/2007 Checker Patrick Ludolph Ballad checked, ESTC ID: R234428 07/21/2006 Transcriber Pavneet Aulakh Original Transcription 08/24/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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I Am a Weaver by my Trade, And I fell in love with a Servant Maid, And if I can but her favour win, Then I will weave, and she shall spin. At first I was a bashful fool, And not well vers'd in Cupids School, And as I bolder grew indeed, To tell you plain I did thus proceed. I went to my loves Chamber door, Where I had been many a night before; And upon the Bed whereas she lay, What I did there I dare not say. I came to my love late in the Night, And by the Stars that did shine so bright, where such a light sprung from her cloaths As though the morning Star had rose.
I folded down the Milk-white sheet, To view her body so fair and clear, Where down below I did espy, Two Pillars of white Ivory. Beneath those Pillars a fountain laid, Which my poor wandring eyes betray'd; But of all Fountains that e're was found I could have wish't my self there drown'd. In a sweet slumber whilst she lay, I had no power for to go away; 'or the more I view'd her, the more I might Her beauty dazled so my sight. At length she did awake from sleep, And fetched many a sigh most deep, Oh shall I dye a Maid, quoth she, Will no young-man come pitty me.
THis Damosel she was wondrous fair, And her age it was not above fifteen; And oftentimes complained she, That she could not learn her A. B. C. I would some Schollar would me show, The Letters of my criss-cross-row; That my words in order might placed be, And I might learn my A. B. C. I wonder young-men are such fools, To keep so long from Venus Schools, If they did but know so much as we, They would ne'r forget their A. B. C. I hearing of her thus complain, Quoth I fair Maid from tears refrain, You need not troubled thus to be, For learning of your A. B. C. I am a young-man brisk and bold, And have my Letters learn'd of old, In Cupid's School well verst I be, And i'le teach you read your A. B. C. If you will be (kind Sir, she said) So courteous to a simple Maid, Most thankful I shall ever be, For learning of my A. B. C.
With that I did myself prepare, And near I drew to this Maiden fair, There is some hopes I find, quoth she, That I shall learn my A. B. C. I gave her a Fescue in her hand, And bid her use it at her command; She said you best know where it should be, Come put it to my A. B. C. I found her very ripe of wit, And for a Schollar wondrous fit, She us'd her art as well as me, And all to learn her A. B. C. When I had taught her Lesson plain, She would repeat it o're again; Quoth she, this Lesson pleases me, I like to read my A. B. C. A thousand thanks she did me give, And vow'd to love me whilst she did live; My heart you now have won, quoth she, By learning me my A. B. C. And now if any Maidens have A mind to learn this Lesson brave Though I am a weaver of low degree, Ile teach them read their A. B. C.
Printed for P. Brooksby'at the Golden-Ball, near the Hospital-Gate, in West-smithfield.