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T35452 ONE night as I lay on my bed, / The thoughts of love came in my head; Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 596 A / Favourite Love Song. A Favourite Love Song. A Favorite Love Song. ?-?

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ONE night as I lay on my bed, The thoughts of love came in my head; I was sore oppressd, could take no rest, Away to my own true-love Ill go. Unto my loves window I came, I boldly calld her by her name; Tis for thy sake that I came here, Thro the bitter frost and snow. So open me the window my love do, My Dad and Mammys both awake, And if they chance to hear you speak, There will be no excuse, but sore abuse. With words and many a blow, And its go from my window my love do, Thy Daddy and thy Mammys fast asleep, And in their window I made bold to peep. Without the door I heard them snore, And their breath it was not low, And its open me the door my love do; My love she arose and opend me the door. Like an angel bright, she stood upon the floor, Her eyes shind bright and the stars gave light, Like diamonds in her brow, And still she cries my jewel whisper low. To creep the room it was our doom, Though our foot steps was but slow; And still she cries jewel whisper low, Its you must stay till the break of day. Ill freely give consent and straight to the pastime they wen[t] It was just in the breaking of the day, My love awakd and bid me go away, My Daddy dear should chance to hear. He will us both undo so its rise my dear jewel and go, It was underneath yon shady green tree, Where my true love and I did first agree, What we did there Ill never declare, No mortal man shall know, For Ill love the girl while Ive got breath to draw. Hearing what he said; she stood like one amazed, Wiping the tears from off her beautiful Eyes: Said she my dearest Jewel how could you be so Cruel, Tis doubtful I had died if Id never seen you more. Now this happy Couple they are joined together, The Bells they did ring and the Music did play; Now they live together, like two loyal lovers, Blessd be this Couple untill their dying Day.