%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An ANSWER to the / Bonny SCOT; / Or, The Sorrowfull Complaint of the Yielding LASS. / In Care, and Grief, without Relief, / this yielding Lass was left; / In this Distress, and Heaviness / she was of Hopes bereft. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1672-1672 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2011 30119

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R227964 3 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN The Spinning-Wheel Spinning Wheel, The The Spinning-Wheel BEhold, I pray, what's come to pass, / when twenty weeks was come and gone, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 13 An ANSWER to the / Bonny SCOT; / Or, The Sorrowfull Complaint of the Yielding LASS. / In Care, and Grief, without Relief, / this yielding Lass was left; / In this Distress, and Heaviness / she was of Hopes bereft. An ANSWER to the Bonny SCOT; Or, The Sorrowfull Complaint of the Yielding LASS; In Care, and Grief, without Relief, this yielding Lass was left; In this Distress, and Heaviness she was of Hopes bereft. An ANSWER to the Bonny SCOT; Or, The Sorrowful Complaint of the Yielding LASS; In Care, and Grief, without Relief, this yielding Lass was left; In this Distress, and Heaviness she was of Hopes bereft. 1672-1672 P. Brooksby

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BEhold, I pray, whats come to pass, when twenty Weeks was come and gone, This bonny youthful yielding Lass, did sigh, and bitterly take on, Saying, My Grief I may reveal, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel. With honey words, both soft and sweet, alas! he has deluded me, My Heart within my Breast does beat to see my woful Destiny: My Virgin Treasure he did steal; Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel.
Each Complement I did believe, so Serpent-like he did betray, That had there been a second Eve, she hardly could have said him nay: The sad effects of this I feel, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel. He utterd not one word of Truth, but with Delusions led me on; And cropt the Rose-bud of my Youth; so that my splendid Glorys gone: My wounded Heart no one can heal, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel.
I Am a Damsel now defild; and am exposd to open shame, For here I find my-self with Child, and have no Father for the same: My very Tears dos Grief reveal, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel. For my young Scot sad moan I make, whose Beauty did my favour win; I find him like a painted Snake, thats fair without, and false within: His cruel Sting I yet do feel, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel. He came with a most noble Grace, so sweet, so charming, fair and trim, That I no sooner see his Face, but streight I did consent to him: Such flames of Love I then did feel, Which made me leave my Spinning-Wheel.
My Love no favour will allow, hes gone, and yields me no relief; For that small dram of Pleasure, now I feel a Hundred weight of Grief: My Sorrows I cannot reveal, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel. Some Gallants most deceitful are, as by Experience I may say, Theyll call a Damsel charming Fair, until their Hearts they do betray: In grief I may this truth reveal, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel.
FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-Ball in Pye-corner.