%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Wandring Maiden,/ Or, True Love at length United./ She searcht the Hills and Mountains round,/ in grief and discontent,/ At length her dearest love she found,/ for whom she did lament:/ Then all her tears, and sighs, and fears/ was turned into bliss,/ And in his arms, a thousand charms,/ she sealed with a kiss. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1671-1702 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/22/2007 21177

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3.165 R186230 1 an excellent new Tune An Excellent New Tune OUer Hills and high Mountains,/ long time have I gone, Pepys 3.165 Wing W699 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: 165 The Wandring Maiden,/ Or, True Love at length United./ She searcht the Hills and Mountains round,/ in grief and discontent,/ At length her dearest love she found,/ for whom she did lament:/ Then all her tears, and sighs, and fears/ was turned into bliss,/ And in his arms, a thousand charms,/ she sealed with a kiss. The Wandring Maiden, Or, True Love at length United. She searcht the Hills and Mountains round, in grief and discontent, At length her dearest love she found, for whom she did lament: Then all her tears, and sighs, and fears was turned into bliss, And in his arms, a thousand charms, she sealed with a kiss. The Wandering Maiden, or, True Love at Length United. She Searched the Hills and Mountains Round, in Grief and Discontent, At Length Her Dearest Love She Found, for Whom She Did Lament: Then All Her Tears, and Sighs, and Fears Was Turned Into Bliss, and in His Arms, a Thousand Charms, She Sealed With a Kiss. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, ?210 x 294 cropped right edge, uneven inking 1671-1702 Printed for I. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur=street. J. Deacon Spufford and 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 8/22/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant love virtue 8/22/07 Checker Cat Zusky Checked transcription and metadata, created XML 8/03/06 Transcriber Pavneet Aulakh Original transcription 8/24/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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O Ver Hills and high Mountains, long time have I gone, Ah! and down by the Fountains, by my self all alone: Through bushes and bryars, being void of all care, Through perils and dangers, for the loss of my dear. I am forced and droven, unconstant to prove, I am forced and droven away from my love, I am forced and droven, from him quite away, By reason I am bound love, and needs must obey.
Through the shade will I wander I can do no less, For the grief I lye under, no one can express, Neither terror nor danger, I ever will fear, For I will be a ranger, to find out my dear. I'le go to some desert, and mourn for my dear, And a bunch of green Willows , I vow for to wear: And instead of Loves token[,] my self i'le maintain, Ile go to some desert, and I may come again.
For true love is a tryal, beyond all compare, And without all denyal, my life will insnare, He is gone and doth leave me, in much discontent, For his absence doth grieve me, in tears I lament. Sure if I cannot find him, I well may agree, That the fates have design'd him, my ruine to be: Ah! sweet Cupid befriend me, and grant my desire, Or kind Death now come end me, that I may expire. Then her tears they were flowing[,] down from her fair eyes, But her love little knowing, her sorrowful cries: Yet at length when he heared, how she did lament, He then quickly appeared, to her hearts content.
The Mans reply. My dear love cease thy weeping, now listen to me, For waking and sleeping, my heart is with thee; My love let nothing grieve thee dear do not complain, For I never will leave thee, while life doth remain. Then these Lovers imbraced, in each others arms[,] Their affections was placed, in sweet loving charms: Thus they both was united, and free from annoy, Ah! and she is delighted, with her only joy. Then her trouble was ended her grief did expell, She in love was befriended, and then all was well For in him such a blessing, at length she hath found; That beyond all expressing, her joys did abound.
Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-street.