%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The merry Carelesse Lover: / OR, / A pleasant new Ditty, called, I love a Lasse since yesterday, / And yet I cannot get her. Guy, Robert University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1634-1634 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2011 30167

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R214452 2 The Mother beguilde the Daughter UNKNOWN The Mother Beguiled the Daughter the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune OFt have I heard of many men, / which love have sore tormented, THis Lasse she doth in Yorkeshire live, / there in a Towne call'd Forset, But let her chuse, if she refuse, / and goe to take another: / I will not grieve, but still will be / the merry carelesse Lover. But let her chuse, if she refuse, / And goe to take another. / Ile never grieve, but still will be / the merry carelesse Lover. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 238 1: 239 The merry Carelesse Lover: / OR, / A pleasant new Ditty, called, I love a Lasse since yesterday, / And yet I cannot get her. The merry Carelesse Lover: OR, A pleasant new Ditty, called, I love a Lasse since yesterday, And yet I cannot get her. The merry Careless Lover: OR, A pleasant new Ditty, called, I love a Lass since yesterday, And yet I cannot get her. Guy, Robert 1634-1634 F. Coules.

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OFt have I heard of many men, which love have sore tormented, With griefe of heart, and bitter smart, and mindes much discontented. Such love to me shall never be distastefull, grievous bitter. I have loved a Lasse since yesterday, and yet I cannot get her. But let her chuse, if she refuse, and goe to take another: I will not grieve, but still will be the merry carelesse Lover. I will no foolish Lover be, to waste my meanes upon her: But if she doe prove firme to me, in heart I will her honour. And if she scorne my part to take, I know a way to fit her, My heart with griefe shall never ake, what man soever get her. Then let her chuse, if she refuse, and goe to take another, etc. And yet I know not what to thinke, she makes a shew she loves me, What need I feare from me shel shrinke, some foolish passion mooves me,
Sometimes to hope, sometimes to feare, it hangs upon a Twitter, Whether she hates or loves me deare, to lose her, or to get her. But let her chuse, if she refuse etc. Some women they are in firme in love, and some they are uncertaine Scarce one in twenty loyall prove, yet if it were my fortune To get this Lasse unto my wife, I know not one more fitter, In lawfull love to leade one lives, if twere my hap to get her. But let her chuse, etc. I am a man indifferent, whether she will or will not My Sweet-heart be for to love me, if she dos not, it skills not. If she fancy me, Ile constant be, this Lasse she is a Knitter. And I have her loved since yesterday, but yet I cannot get her. But let her chuse, if she refuse, and goe to take another, Ile never grieve, but still will be the merry careless Lover.
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THis Lasse she doth in Yorkeshire live, there in a Towne calld Forset, Her minde to labour she doth give, she can knit Silke or Worset. I know not well what I should say, in speech shes sometimes bitter, And I have her loved since yesterday, and yet I cannot get he. But let her chuse, if she refuse, And goe to take another, Ile never grieve, but still will be the merry carelesse Lover. Sometimes she will upon me smile, and sometimes she is sullen, As she doth fit, and Stockins knits, of Jarsie and of Wollen, She gets the praise above the rest, to be a curious Knitter: She loves me, as she doth professe, and yet I cannot get her. But let her chuse, etc. Her Portion is not very much, but for the same what care I, So she with me will but keepe touch, and not in minde will vary, For pelfe I doe not passe a straw, her beauty likes me better, For I have her loved since yesterday, and yet I cannot get her. But let her chuse, etc. I will bethinke me what is best a way for to be taken, Her love to gaine, and her obtaine, I would not be forsaken, Nor would I have her say me nay, nor give me speeches bitter,
For I have her loved since yesterday, and yet I cannot get her. But let her chuse, etc. I have her Fathers free consent, that she with me should marry: Her Mother likewise is content, and grieves that she should carry So prouds a minde, or be unkinde to me in speeches bitter, For I beare to her a loving minde, and yet I cannot get her. But let her chuse, etc. With her I at a Wedding was, where we did dance together, She is a curious handsome Lasse, and yet like winds and weather, Her minde doth change, shes kinde, shes strange, milde, gentle, cruell, bitter, Yet howsoere I love her deare, and yet I cannot get her. But let her chuse, etc. Yet will I hope upon the best, all foolish feares excluding, And at her faithfull service rest, thus here in briefe concluding, With some deare friend to her Ile send, a kind and loving letter, And hope in time her love to gaine, and for my Wife to get her. And then Ile sing with merry cheere, this Ditty and no other, Whilst breath doth last, and life be past, I will be a faithfull Lover.
FINIS. By Robert Guy. Printed at London for F. Coules.