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Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

T50426 1 an Excellent New Tune UNKNOWN An Excellent New Tune YOU youthful charming ladies fair, / I pray now give attention, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 800 3: 801 The Unhappy Lady of Hackney. The Unhappy Lady of Hackney. The Unhappy Lady of Hackney. Printer Sympson's 1756-1756

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YOU youthful charming ladies fair, I pray now give attention, Unto this dismal tragedy, Of which I now shall mention; At Hackney livd a gentleman, Who had three comely daughters, And one was marryd to a Squire, Who causd this sad disaster. The youngest sister being fair, And of a comely feature, Her sisters husband night and day, Did tempt this lovely creature. Telling of her it was no sin, If she let him embrace her; Besides hed take a special care, It never should disgrace her. This innocent unto his bow, Indeed he quickly brought her, Then took her from her fathers house, With many tears they sought her.
Crying, alas! where is she gone: My youthful child so tender, Thus in distraction night and day, Her parents did lament her. In all the news both far and near, Her father advertisd her, Yet he no tidings of her heard, So secret did he hide her. At length she big with child did grow, While this her amorous lover, Did oft frequent her company, None knew it was her brother. At length in travail strong she fell, So great it was her sorrow, That she could not deliverd be, So sending for her brother; With wringing hands and weeping eyes, In dreadful lamentation, O worst of men! she then did say, Youve wrought my desolation.
Your wife my tender sister dear, Does little know my sorrow, My troubled soul will take its flight, From hence before to-morrow; O sister dear, forgive the crime, And heaven shew some pity, For heinous was the fault of mine, You wretch that did deceive me. Before my soul forsakes this world, And deaths cold arms enfold me, Ill write unto my Parents dear, Who will never more behold me; And you, vile traitor, while you live, Seek no more Virgins ruin, Repent, repent, I say in time, For Vengeance is pursuing. See how the pains in evry part, Do rend my heart asunder, O Death! now send thy piercing dart, I cant endure it longer: Seize ye the Infants life also, Whose name would be infamous, Because its parents wrong did do, By acting things incestuous. She being deliverd of her child, Her life did soon expire, Likewise her tender infant dear, Which thing she did desire. In Covent-Garden-Church, indeed, In private she was buryd, But Heavn did bring this thing to light, The lines she wrote were carryd. Unto her tender parents dear, These words were then expressed, My loving friends all pity me, Whose case is most distressed;
With floods of tears these lines I write, It was my cruel brother, My Sisters loving husband dear, Whose fault I will not smother. He overcome me once with wine, And usd me at his pleasure, Then took me from my Parents house, In sorrow out of measure; I lay surrounded night and day, With child then by my brother; Which struggling lay within my womb, And I the unhappy mother. At length in travail I did fall, While many did lament me, It was the cry of one and all, That there was none could help me. And I my precious life must loose, So before my life departed, I wrote these lines to let you know, The traitor proved false hearted. When her dear parents read the same, It scard their souls with terror, Her father cryd, my daughter dear, Would I had known thy sorrow. Her corps they quickly had took up, And surgeons for to view her, For fear that she had murderd been, By him that did undo her. Her eldest brother a hopeful youth, Grief burst his heart asunder, And he this life did soon depart, Her sister raves like thunder. To think her husband was so base, To prove her sisters ruin, Her parents said, alas! my child, Your death is our undoing,
London: Printed and Sold at Sympsons in Stonecutter-Street, Fleet Market.