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5.279 R186350 1 If Love's a sweet Passion If Love's a sweet Passion If Love's a Sweet Passion I Am an Unfortunate Lady this day!/ All my Glory is blasted and gone to decay; I have lost my dear Jewel which I did adore,/ He is slain in the Wars, I shall ne'r see him more. [with variations] imprint unclear: LONDON: Printed for J. Deacon, at the Ange[l,]/ in Guilt-spur-street, without Newgate.; date from content Pepys 5.279 Wing W1250B 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. 5: 279 The Weeping Lady:/ OR,/ The Fortune of WAR:/ CONTAINING/ Her Lamentation for the Loss of her Love,/ A/ Noble COMMANDER,/ WHO/ Was slain in the late Famous Battle of Landen, in Flanders. The Weeping Lady: OR, The Fortune of WAR: CONTAINING Her Lamentation for the Loss of her Love, A Noble COMMANDER, WHO Was slain in the late Famous Battle of Landen, in Flanders. The Weeping Lady: or, the Fortune of War: Containing Her Lamentation for the Loss of Her Love, a Noble Commander, Who Was Slain in the Late Famous Battle of Landen, in Flanders. 1/2 sheet folio, 270 x ?200 cropped bottom edge, uneven inking funerary border: 141 x 2, horizontal rules 1693 LONDON: Printed for J. Deacon, at the Ange[l,]/ in Guilt-spur-street, without Newgate. J. Deacon Weinstein: content

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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 8/16/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate class country/nation death love military/war 08/16/2007 Checker Summer J. Star Ballad Checked; X-ballad Performed 08/2006 Transcriber Jeffrey P. Hehymeyer Ballad Transcribed 10/8/2004 Bibliographer Margaret K. Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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I Am an Unfortunate Lady this day! All my Glory is blasted and gone to decay; There is nothing but Clouds of black Sorrow appear, And the Tydings of Death which brings up the Rear: I have left my dear Jewel which I did adore, He is slain in the Wars, I shall ne'r see him more. And here I am left to bemoan his sad Fate; At the Point of Despair, in a desperate State: There is none in the World now my Spirits can raise, Such a Torment I ne'r felt before in my days; Having lost my dear Jewel whom I did adore, He is slain in the Wars, I shall ne'r see him more. The Tydings was brought me, He fought in the Field, And when others gave back, he scorned to Yield; Till at length in his Breast he received a Wound, And with which he fell dead from his Horse to the Ground. Thus I lost my dear Jewel whom I did adore, He is slain in the Wars, I shall ne'r see him more. This Tydings was like to a desperate Dart; Is he gone! then I cry'd, with a Sigh from my Heart; And mine Eyes like two Fountains did streight overflow, For my Grief it was more than I could undergo; Having lost my dear Jewel whom I did adore, He is slain in the Wars, I shall ne'r see him more. In Battle there is no Distinction between The right valiant Commander, the Noble and Mean; In the Field by the force of a loud Cannon-ball, The Commander does with a poor Centinal fall. I have lost my dear Jewel whom I did adore, He was slain in the Wars, I shall ne'r see him more.
Before he went from me I did him advise, Nay, I begg'd and intreated with tears in mine Eyes, That he'd not go to Flanders least he should be slain; But he vow'd he would venture while Life did remain. I have lost my dear Jewel whom I did adore, He is slain in the Wars, I shall ne'r see him more. The fortune of War has prov'd fatal to me, And to thousands and thousands of e'ry Degree; For the Fatherless Children and Widows may weep, While a Harvest of Sorrows with me they do reap; Who has lost me dear Jewel whom I did adore, He is slain in the Wars, I shall ne'r see him more. His Warlike Deportment methinks I behold, When he shin'd in a Garb of imbroidered Gold, Nay, and mounted upon his bold Palfery-grey, At the head of his Troops as they marched away: But I lost that dear Jewel whom I did adore, He is slain in the Wars, I shall ne'r see him more. O! that in the stead of my Dear I had dy'd, Or at least might have lain in the Grave by his side; It were better then languishing in Grief and complain; Though I weep I can never recal him again. I have lost my dear Jewel whom I did adore, He is slain in the Wars, I shall ne'r see him more.
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