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T29671 A Merchant's son of worthy fame. / From the town of BRISTOL came, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 863 The BRISTOL Garland. / In FOUR PARTS, / PART I. The BRISTOL Garland. In FOUR PARTS, The BRISTOL Garland. In FOUR PARTS, ?-?

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PART I. A Merchants son of worthy fame. From the town of BRISTOL came, Unto a sweet and pleasant green, Where little girls are to be seen. Who usherd in the month of May, With flowry garlands fresh and gay. With music for to entertain The youthful charming rural plain. Amongst these youthful laidies bright, None did exceed for red or white Lucy, a shepherds daughter fair, She l[i]ke an angel did appear. The Merchants son, who never knew Before that time what love could do, Began to feel an inward flame So with these words to her he came: Thou charming beauty of the day, Who far exceeds the month of M[ay] And all the beauties of the plain, Do not my humble suit disdain. She answerd with a modest voice. Sir, youre mistaken in your choice, Dont set your heart and love on me, Who am one of a mean d[e]gree. But a poor shepherds daughter, Sir. With that he strait saluted her. He did these words to her express, My dear, I love you neertheless. How many men of worthy fame, [I]n former days, that I could name; Who made it their employ to keep Their mighty flock of lambs and sheep. Then let us to thy father go; And if hes willing to bestow His daughter to me Ill rejoice, And be well pleased with the choice.
Accordingly she gave consent, And to her father straitway he went; Here he then treated long of love, And that he would right constant prove. The shephe[r]d made him this reply, Your suit I cannot well deny. But let me tell you, worthy sir, I nothing have to give with her. But if you love for loves desert, Then take her with all my heart: All parties then were soon agreed, So that they mar[r]ied were with speed. PART II. NOW the wedding rites being done? Beloved the wealthy merchants son To his dear parents brought his bride, Who were it seems dissatisfy'd. Because they understood that she Descended from a mean degree, And was not worthy to be made His bride, so they did her degrade. Then to their son in wrath they spoke, Saying How dard you thus provoke Your loving f[r]iend and parents dear? Oh! it will break our hearts we fear, He to his parents thus did say, Hear me a word or two I pray, She is my bride, my joy, and dear, Oh! do not break her heart with grief, Dear friends I cannot bear to hear. My wife, my love, my joy, my dear, Revild at such a rate as this, Alas! she has not done amiss. His parents said, since it must be so, Pray take your jewel now and go Out of doors, our hands well clear, You shall not think to harbour here.
Be gone, I say, depart the house, Ill give you not one single souce Not anything alive or dead. Altho you starve for want of bread, Said he, Tis very hard indeed, That in the greatest time and need, Youll not relieve nor help your son, So now farewell, you will be done. Returning back with weeping eyes, With bitter sobs and mournful cries Im grieved at the heart, said she, That I was born to ruin thee Let not such thoughts disturb thy mind Not sigh nor sobs, for thou shalt find Ill get my bread with pains and care, And my crosses with patience bear Be thou content, and all is well, Well with thy loving parents dwell, And in regard we have no land, Ill freely earn with my own hand. Ill freely go to plow and cart Ill freely earn with my whole heart As thy poor father he has done, Farewell the name of Merchants son. He did not only say, but behold, In summer hot, and winter cold. Hed reap and mow and till the earth, As if he came to it by his birth. PART III. BUT heres a wonder now at last, When eight years were gone & past, He did to mighty riches rise, And how it came none could devise. But thus it was we understand, He bought a little piece of land, On which their was some stump of trees The which he dug up by degrees. Upon a day by chance he found, When digging deep within the ground, A lusty pot with antient gold. As full as ever it coud hold. Tho he was lusty, stout and strong, He scarce could lug the same along For there was many a thousand pound, Which he by mighty fortune found, He purchased a vast estate, And in those parts appeared great, As any Knight of worthy fame, None knew as yet from whence it came While he grew rich, his parents they Reduced were to sad decay, By losses which they did substain, By land as well as ocean main. They owd a thousand pound and more, The cruel creditors therefore On all that eer they had then seizd Yet neertheless they were not pleasd.
But would have his body too, So that for fear, alas, he flew And forced was to hide his head, While he and she wanted bread. PART. IV. NOW while they were in this distress, And nothing had wherewith to bless Themselves withal, glad tidings came Of their sons estate and wealthy fame, The woman to her husband cryd Lets to our son, he will provide A place for us, we need not fear, Why should we die and languish here. If he should do so good a deed, Now in our want and time of need, Tis more then we may expect, Remember how we did reflect On him and his beloved wife. And said in wrath, that during life By me they never should be fed Altho they starvd for want of bread. This was my fault this was my sin. How can I think hell take us in. Who did him throw quite out of door, And bid him see my face no more. But loving husband, you shall find Hes of a courteous heart and mind, And shall receive us both in love. Just as she said, so it did prove, For coming to his mansion-place, The son he thought it no disgrace To fall upon their bended knee, So d[i]d his wife as well as he. As from the[i]r knees they did arise; His parents dear with weeping eyes, Their grief and sorrow did relate, Who had been most unfortunate, Said he, most welcome parents dear, Unto my habitation here. Let not these tears or sorrow fall,, I have enough to serve us all. Father, your debts Ill freely pay The wor[l]d shall never have to say, That eer they lost a groat by you, So bid their sorrows quite adieu. Then did he feast and cloath them both And said, My parents, pray henceforth, In plenty live and take some ease, At home with me, or where you please. If here you are not free to live. One hundred pounds a year Ill give, If that wont serve you shall have two, God gave it me thus to serve you. Thus was he dutiful and kind, Now sons and daughters bear in mind How tender he was to his friends, And thus my mournful ditty ends.