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5.283 R174519 1 The Ruined Virgin Welladay The Ruined Virgin COme Lovers all, and you shall hear,/ Near Thame, a Town in Oxfordshire, date from title Pepys 5.283 Rollins (1) 7:281-283; Wing D1196[A]. 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: 283 The Despairing Lover:/ BEING/ A true Accouut of Joan Day, who shot her self with a Pistol,/ near Thame in Oxfordshire, on the 30th of May, 1698. The Despairing Lover: BEING A true Account of Joan Day, who shot herself with a Pistol, near Thame in Oxfordshire, on the 30th of May, 1698. The Despairing Lover: Being a True Account of Joan Day, Who Shot Herself with a Pistol, Near Thame in Oxfordshire, on the 30th of May, 1698. 1/2 sheet folio, 265 x 165 uneven inking horizontal rules, framed with funerary borders 1698 LONDON: Printed for J. Shooter. J. Shooter Weinstein: title

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COme Lovers all, and you shall hear, Near Thame, a Town in Oxfordshire, Upon the Thirtieth Day of May, A Virgin cast herself away. The Story's true which I do tell, As many Folks can witness well: She was entangled sore in Love, That nothing could her Grief remove. A Serving-man had gain'd her Heart, She wounded was by Cupid's Dart; But still she fear'd he was not true, Tho' Love did ev'ry Day renew. Oh! Jealousie! A Cruel Thing, It often does Destruction bring: For now it may be truly said, It caus'd the Death of this poor Maid. For Day by Day she did suspect, That he at last would her r[e]j[e]ct: Her Countenance began to change, And often by herself would range. She sigh'd and sob'd, and often said, I basely am by Love betray'd, And I no longer will endure, [s]ince I can find no Hope of Cure. And thus at last it came to pass, She found a Pistol Charged was? She smil'd, and clapt it to her Heart, Cry'd, Now I'll ease me of my Smart.
Farewel both high and low Degree, Perfidious Man farewel to Thee: For now I will, what e're ensue, Remove my Grief; vain World adieu. My trembling Hand bids me forbear; My Conscience starts, and Death doth fear, But shall I be afraid to die? I am resolved, No not I. And when she had these Words exprest, She did Discharge it at her Breast: The Pistol giving a Report, Unto the Place some did resort; Where she lay Dead upon the Floor, And weltring in her Purple Gore: They stood a while and on her gaz'd, The dreadful sight made them amaz'd. Her true Love doth lament her case, That she should have so little Grace; He sore doth Weep, and beat his Breast, And Day and Night can take no Rest: He sighs and sobs, and makes great moan, And cries, Alas! My Love is gone; The Loss of her disturbs his Mind, No Ease, or Comfort he can find. I Charge you now true Lovers all, Take Warning by this Maiden's Fall: Be not too vi'lent in your Love, O[h]! Least it should your Ruine prove.
LONDON: Printed for J. Shooter.