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R227405 5 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Tender Hearts of London-City Tender Hearts of London City Tender Hearts of London-City LAdies all behold and wonder, / At the pains that I lye under, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 464 2: 465 The True Lovers Ghost. / False Men do often prove unkind / to those that would to them be true; / Then carefully my story mind, / the like before you never knew. The True Lovers Ghost. False Men do often prove unkind to those that would to them be true; Then carefully my story mind, the like before you never knew. The True Lover's Ghost. False Men do often prove unkind to those that would to them be true; Then carefully my story mind, the like before you never knew. 1671-1671 J. Deacon

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LAdies all behold and wonder, At the pains that I lye under, burning in a quenchless fire, What I endure theres none can cure, but he whose person I admire. Vertues in him still are shining, Though his pitty is declining, and his heart doth grow obdure, My tender heart doth feel the smart, that none but he himself can cure, Now I languish in my trouble, And my sorrows they grow double, night and day I do lament, But his disdain creates my pain, and all my comforts circumvent.
Not a Maid in all the Nation, Ever took more recreation, when I was from passion free, But now in vain, I may complain, for loosing of my Liberty. Oh that Love should have such power, Maidens freedoms to devour, making Captive, who were free, You maids take care, of love beware, least you in chains do lye like me. Never did a slighting Lover, So much cruelty discover, as this Tyrant doth to me, Oh come kind death, and stop my breath, and end my pain and misery.
As she sat thus discontented, Of all hopes she was prevented, for death with his all-killing dart, Did give a stroak, which her heart broke and so she dyd with deadly smart. When these tidings were brought to him It was enough for to undo him, sorrow then did him surprize, Oh then he said, what is she dead, the tears ran trickling from his eyes. Since my Love is gone before me, She that did so much adore me, Ile make hast with her to be, Deaths killing dart shall pierce my heart my Love I come, I follow thee. In this world I take no pleasure, But do grieve beyond all measure, cause I proved so unkind, But shes gone, my joys are flown, and long I will not stay behind.
Thus he sat with grief tormented, Her misfortune he lamented, at last he struck his gentle breast, And sighing said, O lovely Maid, how for my sake wert thou opprest. Then to him her Ghost appeared, At which sight he greatly feared, least he should be snatchd away, Yet tis, said I, but equity, because my Love I did betray. Then on him the Ghost it seized, Whose anger could not be appeased, but away with him it flew, And through the ayr, it did him bear, he had no time to bid adieu. Lovers all but mind this Stor[y,] That my pen hath layd before ye, and prove loyal unto death, Then you will find, content in mind, when you do loose your vital breath.
Printed for, J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street, without Newgate.