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S102023 3 A health to Betty UNKNOWN A Health to Betty a new Northerne Tune Health to Betty, A A New Northern Tune the same Tune Health to Betty, A The Same Tune Farewell, farewell, my dearest deare, / all happinesse wait on thee, AS I was walking all alone, / I heard a man lamenting, And separate those Turtle Doves, / which long lay lulling together. [with variation] Yet merry will I never be / till I lye lulling beyond her. [with variations] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 318 1: 319 The paire of Northerne Turtles: / Whose love was firme till cruell Death, / Depriv'd them both of life and breath. The paire of Northerne Turtles: Whose love was firme till cruell Death, Depriv’d them both of life and breath. The pair of Northern Turtles: Whose love was firm till cruel Death, Deprived them both of life and breath. 1624-1624 F. Coules.

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Farewell, farewell, my dearest deare, all happinesse wait on thee, For now alas my Turtle Dove, I am departing from thee, Nothing but death could change our love but now he that will sever, And separate those Turtle Doves, which long lay lulling together. Oft times with kind imbraces sweet, thy armes have me inclosed, With kisses lulling me asleepe, like Lovers kind disposed, Whose firm affections nought but death, at any time could sever, But now hel part those Turtle Doves, which long lay lulling together. O could I stay but now with thee, Thou shouldst as constant prove me, As Thysbe to her Pyramus, so dearely doe I love thee, As not the love of any man, our loves at all should sever, Farewell my Love, we now no more, shall nere lye lulling together. Could teares expresse my griefe of heart which now I have conceivd, Whole rivers from mine eies shuld flow, to tell thee how Im grieved, That now I needs must part from thee, since death our loves doe sever, And that alas we canot now, no more lye lulling together.
But yet assure thy selfe my Dove, my Turtle and my dearest, Above all other men in the world, thy love to me was neerest, No fancy towards another Mate, our loves at all could sever So kindly did we alwayes greet, while we lay lulling together. Which maks me sigh, and weep, & mourn to leave my onely Sweeting, But yet I hope in joy and blisse, wee shall have better meeting; Though in this world most cruell death, our love and joyes doe sever, Yet we in better joyes I hope, in heaven shall live together. Therefore my Deare be not thou sad, nor too much discontented, O let not my departure hence, of thee be now lamented, Lest killing griefe perplex thy mind; for though our bodies sever, We shall in the Elizian fields, in joy and blisse meet together. So once more I bid thee adieu, now take thy latest kisses, For now pale death hath wounded me, farewell all earthly blisses, Farewell my dearest Turtle Dove, yet though our bodies sever, I hope in everlasting blisse, we shall shortly meet together.
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The second part of the Northerne Turtle;</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Wayling his unhappy fate,</hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">In being deprived of his sweet Mate.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="4" rend="left"><hi rend="italic"><hi rend="bold">To the same Tune.</hi></hi></seg>
AS I was walking all alone, I heard a man lamenting, Under a hollow bush he lay, full sor he did repent him: Alas, quoth he, my Love is gone, which causeth me to wander, Yet merry will I never be, till I lye lulling beyond her. Good Lord so soundly could I sleepe, if that I lay lulling beyond her, All the night, till day were light, and the Sun did shine upon her, Yet early by day I would steale away, to keepe my Love from slander, Yet merry will I never be, till I lye lulling beyond her. My Love and I will gallantly, so many yeeres together, Her love was so inclined to me, that now Im loth to leave her: But now this wicked world is such, that causeth me to wander, Yet will I never woman touch, till I lye lulling beyond her. Like to the Turtle I will mourne, in absence of my marrow, With bitter teares I cry and mourne, my joy is all but sorrow; My comfort is to me much care, whilst floods and woods I wander, Nay, merry will I never be, till I lye lulling beyond her.
O Gods that make the Fowles that fly, to love their Mates so dearely, Yet for her sake they doe refuse, to sing or chirp once cheerely; What comfort can the world afford, what joyes then can I render? Nay merry will I never be, till I lye lulling beyond her. A pretty Dame was once my Love, till death made separation, And she to me did constant prove, without dissimulation; Yet for her sake still will I weepe, while I on earth doe wander, Nay soundly will I never sleepe, till I lye lulling beyond her. Though cruell death hath cut the breath of this my comely creature. To meet againe we have true faith, our change is but a feature, Death may indeed in bondage keepe, yet not our love can hinder, Then soundly, soundly shall I sleepe, when as I lye lulling beyond her. My dearest Deare I come to thee, whent pleaseth death to send me, The grave I count my dearest home, oh quickly then befriend me, She provd a Hero true to me, and I will be Leander, I never shall in quiet be, till I lye lulling beyond her.
Printed at London for F. Coules, dwelling in the Old-Baily. FINIS.