%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A pleasant Song made by a Souldier, whose bringing up had been dainty: / and partly by those affections of his unbridled youth is now beaten with his own / rod: and therefore termeth this his Repentance, or the fall of Folly. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1658-1658 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/26/2011 31024

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R216135 19 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN an excellent tune UNKNOWN An Excellent Tune Caline UNKNOWN Caline Did you see Nan today UNKNOWN Did You See Nan Today IN Summer time when Phoebus rayes, / Did cheer each mortall mans delight, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 190 A pleasant Song made by a Souldier, whose bringing up had been dainty: / and partly by those affections of his unbridled youth is now beaten with his own / rod: and therefore termeth this his Repentance, or the fall of Folly. A pleasant Song made by a Souldier, whose brinring up had been dainty: and partly by those affections of his unbridled youth-is-now beaten with his own rod: and therefore termeth this his Repentance, on the fall of Folly. A pleasant Song made by a soldier, whose bringing up had been dainty: and partly by those affections of his unbridled youth-is-now beaten with his own rod: and therefore determines this his repentance, on the fall of Folly. 1658-1658

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IN Summer time when Phoebus rayes, Did cheer each mortall mans delight, Increasing of the cheerfull dayes, and cutting of the darksome nights. When nature brougth fourth every thing By just return of April showers, To make the pleasant Branches spring, with sundry sorts of herbs and flowers. It was my chance to walk abroad, To view Dame Natures new come brood The pretty Birds did lay on load, with sugred tunes in every wood. The gallant Nightingale did set Her speckled brest against a Bryer, Whose mournfull tunes bewail (as yet) her brother Tereus false desire. The Serpents haveing cast their coats Lay listning how the Birds did sing, The pretty Birds with sugred notes, did welcome in the pleasant spring. I drew me to the Green-wood side, To hear this Country harmony, Whereas ere long I had espyd, a wofull man in misery. He lay alons upon the ground, And to the Heavens he cast his eye, The bordering Hills and Dales resound, the ecchos of his piteous cry. He wailing sore, and sighing said, Oh Heavens what endlesse grief have I, Why are my sorrows thus delaid come therefore death and let me die. When Nature first had made my frame, And set me loose when she had done, Steps Fortune in that fickle Dame, to end what Nature had begun.
She set my feet upon her knee, And blest my tender age with store, But in the end she did agree, to mar what she had made before. I could no sooner creep alone, But she forsook her fostered child. I had no lands to live upon, but tracd abroad the world so wild. At length I fell in company, With gallant Youths of Mars his tra[i]n, I spent my life in jeopardy, and got my labour for my pain. I watched on the sieged walls, In thunder, lightning rain and snow And oft being shot with poudred Balls, whose costly markes are yet to show. When all my kindred took their rest, At home in many a stately Bed, The ground and pavement was my nest, my Flask a pillow for my head, My meat was such as I could get, Of Roots and Herbs of sundry sorts, Which did content my hungry mind although my commons were but short. My powder servd to salt my meat, My Murrion for a guilded Cup, Whereas such drink as I could get in Spring or Ditch I drank it up. My Rapier alwayes by my side, My Piece lay chargd with match & light, Thus many a month I did abide, to ward all day and watch by night. I lived in this glorious vain, Untill my limbs grew stiff and lame, And thus I got me home again regarding no such costly fame. When I came home I made a proof, What friends would do if need should be, My nearest kin-folks lookt aloof, as though they had forgotten me. And as the Owl by chattering charmes Is wondred at of other Birds So they came wondring at my harms, and yeeld me no relief but words. Thus do I want while they have store That am their equall every way, Though fortune lent them somwhat more else had I been as good as they. Come gent[l]e Death and end my grief, Ye pretty Birds ring forth my knell Let Robin red-breast be the chief, to bury me and so farewell. Let no good Souldier be dismaid, To fight in Field with courage bold, Yet mark the words that I have said, trust not to friends when thou art old.