%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The lovely Northerne Lasse, / VVho in this ditty here complaining, shewes / VVhat harme she got milking her dadyes Ewes. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1624-1624 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2011 30133

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S119858 2 The broome of Cowdon knowes UNKNOWN The Broom of Cowdon Knowes the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune THrough Liddersdale as lately I went / I musing on did passe ALL Maidens faire then have a care, / when you a milking goe: All maids that ever deceived was, / beare a part of these my woes, / For once I was a bonny Lasse, / when I milkt my dadyes Ewes. / With O the broome, the bonny broome, / the broome of Cowdon knowes, / Faine would I be in the North Countrey / to milke my dadyes Ewes. With O the broome, the bonny broome, / the broome of Cowden knoes, / Faine would I be in the North country, / milking my dadyes Ewes. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 190 1: 191 The lovely Northerne Lasse, / VVho in this ditty here complaining, shewes / VVhat harme she got milking her dadyes Ewes. The lovely Northerne Lasse Who in this ditty here complaining, shewes What harme she got milking her dadyes Ewes. The lovely Northern Lass Who in this ditty here complaining, shows What harm she got milking her daddy's Ewes. 1624-1624 F. Coules

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THrough Liddersdale as lately I went I musing on did passe, I heard a Maid was discontent: she sighd and said alas, All maids that ever deceived was, beare a part of these my woes, For once I was a bonny Lasse, when I milkt my dadyes Ewes. With O the broome, the bonny broome, the broome of Cowdon knowes, Faine would I be in the North Countrey to milke my dadyes Ewes. My love into the fields did come, when my dady was at home, Sugred words he gave me there, praisd me for such a one, His honey breath and lips so soft, and his alluring eye, And tempting tong hath wood me oft, now forces me to cry, All Maids etc. He joyed me with his pretty chat. so well discourse could he, Talking of this thing and of that, which greatly liked me. I was so greatly taken with his speech, and with his comely making, He used all the meanes could be, to inchant me with his speaking, All Maids etc. In Danby Forrest I was borne, my beauty did excell, My parents dearely loved me,
till my belly began to swell, I might have beene a princes peere, when I came over the knoes, Till the shepherds boy beguiled me, milking my dadyes Ewes. All maides etc. When once I felt my belly swell, no longer might I abide, My mother put me out of doores, and bangd me backe and side Then did I range the world so wide, wandering about the knoes, Cursing the Boy that helped me, to fold my dadyes Ewes. All Maides etc. Who would a thought a boy so yong, would have usd a Maiden so, As to allu[r]e her with his tongue, and then from her to goe? Which hath alas procured my woe, to credit his faire she[o]es, Which now too late repent I doe, the milking of the Ewes. All Maids etc. I often since have wisht that I, had never seene his face, I needed not thus mournefully, have sighd and said alas, I might have matched with the best, as all the Countrey knowes. Had I escapd the Shepherds boy helpt me to fold my Ewes. All Maids etc.
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ALL Maidens faire then have a care, when you a milking goe: Trust not to young mens tempting tongues, that will deceive you so, Them you shall finde to be unkinde, and glory in your woes, For the shepheards boy beguiled mee, folding my dadyes Ewes. All maids, etc. If you your virgin honours keepe, esteeming of them deare, You need not then to waile and weepe or your parents anger feare: As I have said, of them beware, would glory in your woes, You then may sing with merry cheere, milking your Dadyes Ewes. All maids, etc. A young man hearing her complaint, did pity this her case, Saying to her, sweet beautious saint, I grieve so faire a face Should sorrow so, then sweeting know, to ease thee of thy woes, Ile goe with thee to the North country, to milke thy dadyes Ewes. All maids, etc. Leander like I will remaine, still constant to thee ever: As Piramus, or Troyalus, till death our lives shall sever, Let me be hated evermore, of all men that me knowes,
If false to thee, sweetheart I bee, milking thy dadyes Ewes. All maids, etc. Then modestly she did reply, might I so happy bee, Of you to finde a husband kinde, and for to marrie me, Then to you I would during life continue constant still, And be a true obedient wife, observing of your will. With O the broome, the bonny broome, the broome of Cowden knoes, Faine would I be in the North country, milking my dadyes Ewes. Thus with a gentle soft imbrace, he tooke her in his armes, And with a kisse he smiling said, Ile shield thee from all harmes, And instantly will marry thee, to ease thee of thy woes, And goe with thee to the North Countrey, to milke thy dadyes Ewes. With O the broome, the bonny broome, the broome of Cowdon knoes, Faine would I be in the North Country, to milke my dadyes Ewes.
FINIS. Printed at London for F. Coules.