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T37482 A Virtuous young lady, ingenious and fair, / A nobleman's daughter whose name I forbear Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 320 3: 321 The LADY's Garland. The LADY’s Garland. The LADY’s Garland. 1763-1763

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A Virtuous young lady, ingenious and fair, A noblemans daughter whose name I forbear To mention. But now I will speak in brief, The sum of her trouble, her sorrow and grief. And how she was suddenly struck with a dart. Which passd thro her breast into her innocent heart So that it obligd her to make grievous moan, When set in her closet or chamber alone. The man whom she fancyd nothing did know, How his youthful lady admird him so; Which made her grief the stronger we find, Because she could not discover her mind. For being one night at a dancing or ball, She saw this young gentlemen proper and tall: Whose gallant deportment so pleased her eye, That she thought none did his person out vie. The more she endeavourd her love to withdraw, The more she was wounded, perfection she saw In him, as she dancd with the ladies that night, Her soul to his breast took a passionate flight. Now when they had ended this comical mirth, She privately askd concerning his birth: It was told her an Oxfordshire gentlemans son, Who many a brave noble action had done. This added a second new flame to her love, She earnestly beggd of the powers above, To find out a way it might be reveald, For, said she, I die if its longer conceald. By excellent fortune she had her request, For this noble gallant above all the rest, Did wait on her home, where to tell in brief, From sighs he discoverd the cause of her grief. He found by her sighs and languishing eyes, That he was the man she did value and prize: Wherefore he did promise to come the next day, That he to her beauty a visit might pay. According to promise next morning he came, For true love had kindled an amorous flame Of earnest desire, he courted her still; And soon he obtained the ladys good will. Now his whole study was how to convey This amorous charming young lady away, To the joy finishs that so sudden begun, Who gains a fair lady great hazards must run.
PART II. THEY walkd in the garden, under the trees, She shewed him him how he might come with ease; Says she, I can meet you when all are at rest, And with thee Ill go, as I hope to be blest. No one but my waiting maid of it shall know, I love her and therefore she with me shall go. With many soft kisses these lovers proceed, In this great adventure this night to proceed. The long-wishd for hour at last did arrive, The lady and maid and both did contrive To pack up her garments so rich and so gay, And so with her lover she posted away They up to the city of London did ride, Where all things convenient they soon did provide, For Wedding this lady of Fame and renown, Which done they tarryd three weeks in the town. To solace themselves in raptures of bliss. The mean time her honourd parents did miss Her, and sent man and horse both far and near, But they of their daughter no tidings could hear. Her parents, friends, and relations, likewise. Believd she was taken by sudden suprize, To wed her and bed her at some idle rate, Thereby to inherit her fathers estate. Some say this must be with her consent, Because that with her her chamber-maid went. With that said her father in passion and wrath, If with her consent I will punish them both. The family was in distraction we find, Her father and mother disturbed in mind; Her father and mother did bitterly mourn. And wishd for this beautiful ladys return. PART III. WHEN in this city some time they had stayd, The lady unto her husband thus said, Well try if my father will be reconcild, Perhaps they may pardon their innocent child. He gave his consent, and posted away, And came to her father and mother, when they Were sitting together, with friends in the hall, For pardon then both on their knees did fall. The father did storm with an angery brow, Ill grant you no pardon, but here I do vow.
Him Ill send him to prison, and you Ill confine, Ill teach him to marry a daughter of mine. Dear honourd Father, the lady replyd, My husband you have but small reason to chide: What faults are committed impute them to me, And let my dear innocent husband fo free. Are you forsooth, madam able to bear The weight of my anger, well, well, I declare You shall have one share, and he have the rest, No manner of pitty Ill show I protest. Her lilly white hands she with sorrow did wring, Still crying, Ye powers, why did you bring My innocent husband to ruin and shame, When none in the world but me was to blame. It is but a folly your fate to bewail, Ill send him this minute strong guarded to goal; And you to your chamber, where both shall remain, And never more see one another again. Why are you resolvd to part man and wife? Alas, I as freely can part with my life; As to part with my jewel, my love let me have. Altho in a dungeon, a prison, or cave. She could not oblige them the least to relent, For strait to prison her dear love was sent, And she to her chamber was hurrd likewise, To put forth her sorrow with watery eyes. Her parents provided a servant to wait Upon her, with diet both early and late; One that was ill naturd, no other was she, Poor creature admitted or sufferd to see. To think of her jewel no rest could she take, But still in her chamber she went for his sake; For to think of his and her sorrowful doom, At length an infant did spring in her womb. With melting expressions of her great grief, She sent to her father for speedy relief, Declaring that she was with-child by her dear; But still he continued sharpe and severe. At length when the time of her travel drew nigh, Her parents afforded her a slender supply Of nourishwent just in the time of distress. But there was no freedom for her neertheless. Then being deliverd of a young son, Her parents sent for it their will must be done: She kist it at parting a thousand times oer, And said with a sigh, I shall see thee no more. PART IV. THEY sent for a nurse, who the child did receive And made the charming creature believe, By tokens and signs it was murderd indeed, To show they would have no more of the breed They brought back the mantle spotted with blood And put it before her; her eyes like a flood Of tears like a fountain did run down amain: She said, My innocent infant was slain. The father in prison, the infant destroyd, The mother in sorrow, who never enjoyd One minute of comfort since home I returnd, [S]uch are my parents so highly [co]ncernd.
What can be the reason they hold him in scorn Hes handsome, discreet, and a gentleman born. Strait, proper, and comely in every limb, My heart in my body lies bleeding of him. He nothing enjoys for my spke but chains, For still in a prison of grief he remains; Because he wed one of a noble degree, I weep when I think what he suffers for me. While she in her chamber did weep and lament, Her father one morning a messenger setn, To bring her before him without more delay, Cloathed in apparrel most costly and gay: Now when to her honoured father she came, Said he, I have found out a person of fame, With whom you shall wed, hell make you his bride. O do not afflict me, dear father, she cryd, Im marryd already, the more is my grief, Debard of all pleasure, denyd of relief; Imprisoned and slighted with scorn and disdain, No lady had ever such cause to complain. You said, I dishonourd your family By wedding a man that was meaner than me; But it would be worse if I should contrive To marry another while he is alive. But was you to bring me the greatest on earth, The son of a powerful monarch by birth, Id mind him no more than a mere slave; The dearest of husbands in prison I have. Dearest daughter, this day well admit you to dine With all our relations. A banquet of wine I now have provided to pleasure my friends, Thats but a small kindness to make me amends. For all the sorrow that I have gone through, Alas, my poor innocent infant they slew; My husbands imprisond, my griefs manifold, How can I be merry when he is in hold? These words of his daughter made him to relent Therefore for her husband he presently sent, And cloathed him then in sumptuous array, And every fault was forgiven that day. Her parents and friends were reconcild, The nurse too was there, and deliverd the child Unto the young lady, whose comforts were more Than had been for the space of twelve months before Her husband appeard with so noble a grace, That every lady that was in the plaoe Did take much delight to speak in her praise, And wishd them to see many prosperous days. A squire spoke up with an audible voice, And said to her father, Neer grieve at the choice, For he is decended, as we do understand, By his mothers side, from a peer of the land. Nay, much more he said to his honour and fame, His friends were pleased, thro joy they pro[c]laim To tell forth their glory, which still doth abound, Throughout all the neighbouring villages round.
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