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R228448 5 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Franklin is fled away Franklin Is Fled Away Franklin is Fled Away Frankin my loyal friend, O hone, o hone, / In whom my joy do end, O hone, o hone, O hone, o hone Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 348 2: 349 A mournful Caral: Or, An Elegy, Lamenting the Tragica[l] / end [of two] unfortunate Faithful Lovers, Frankin and Cordelius, he being slain; she / slew her self with her Dagger. A mournful Caral: Or, An Elegy, Lamenting the Tragica[l] end [of two] unfortunate Faithful Lovers, Frankin and Cordelius, he being slain; she slew her self with her Dagger. A mournful Carol: Or, An Elegy, Lamenting the Tragical end of two unfortunate Faithful Lovers, Frankin and Cordelius, he being slain; she slew herself with her Dagger. 1680-1680 M. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, I. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger

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F[ran]kin my loyal friend, O hone, o hone, In whom my joy do end, O hone, o hone, Frankin my hearts delight, Since last he took his flight, bids now the world good night, O hone o hone, Frankin, is fled and gone, O hone, o hone, And left me here alone, O hone, o hone, Frankin is fled away, The glory of the May, Who can but mourn and say, O hone, o hone Frankin belovd of all, O hone, o hone, Ladies lament his fall, O hone, o hone, Come mourn upon his shrine, You Lady Muses nine, And Matrons all divine, O hone, o hone, Frankin with comely grace, O hone, o hone, Courted with kind imbrace, O hone, o hone,
Till Mars did bear controule, And his affection stole, to heaven bequeathd his soul, O hone, o hone Frankin did please the Dames, O hone, o hone, None could resist his Flames, O hone, o hone Virgins lament the day, That Franklin fled away, How can we chuse but say, O hone, o hone. Frankin why wouldst thou goe, O hone, o hone To Battle with thy Foe, O hone, oh hone, Thy solemn obsequies, With watry dropping eyes, A mournful sacrifice, O hone, a hone. frankin which gracd the swains, O hone o hone Sported upon the Plains, O hone, o hone, With all the Royal train, Faithful he did remain, Until my Lord was slain, O hone, o hone,
FRankin why wouldst thou dye, O hone, o hone Regarding not my cry, O hone, o hone, Love-sick in every vein, Opprest with grief and pain: And so I shall remain, O hone, o hone. Frankin the pride of men, O hone, o hone, None flourisht like him then, till death without remorse, took Frankin hence by force, I must bewail his Course, O hone, o hone, In the Elizium Fields, O hone, o hone, Much joy and pleasure yields, O hone, o hone, there Frankin Sainted is, injoying Lovers bliss. The Earthly mold Ile kiss, O hone, o hone, [Frankin] under this stone, O hone, o hone, His Corps remain alone, O hone, o hone, Come drop with me a tear, All you that faithful are, Such zealous thoughts I bear, O hone, o hone
Frankin I come to thee, O hone, o hone, To end my misery, O hone, o hone, The world I plainly find, A hell unto my mind, Thou art so true and kind, O hone, o hone. I count there is no bliss, O hone, o hone, But where my true love is, O hone, o hone, Go toul my mournfull bell, Theres heaven where Frank doth dwell Now must I bid farewel, O hone, o hone, This Dagger in my hand, O hone, o hone, My life shall soon command, O hone o hone, And with this fatal Dart, Ile stab my Love-sick heart, Ending a Lovers part, O hone o hone. Thus did she end her life, O hone, o hone, Which should have been his wife, O hone o hone Young-Men and Virgins all, Lament these Lovers fall, Gracing their Funeral, O hone, o hone.
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