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PART I. YOU Mortals all that deal unjust, Who use yourselves to filthy Lust, Be pleasd a while for to draw near, And listen to this ditty here. Which of a Nobleman I write, Who had a comely daughter bright, Aged fifteen, a comely Child, Who by her father was beguild. Her tender mother being dead, She by her father was tempted, With him to lie, and in so doing, At last is provd her utter Ruin. At last she provd with-child, and low, On finding of it out, she cryed O Father I am with-child by you, Alas, alas, what shall I do? If it is known I am with-child, My fortune is for ever spoild, Alas, alas, I am undone, To hide my shame where shall I run. Daughter, be not dissatisfyd, I will take care thy shame to hide: In Guernsey there I have a friend, To whom with speed I will thee send. And if the child should chance to live, Full forty pounds a year Ill give, To some who shall it own, he said, Hence to the Isle she was conveyd. In sorrow there in a short while, She was delivered of a child; This baby was a son we hear, Upon whose breast did plain appear These words at large, in letters blue, I am thy Son and Brother too: Which was astonishment to all Spectators both great and small. But none of them could say aright, The cause of this amazing sight, But the poor mother of the child, She knew the meaning all the while; But she like Mary for her part, Ponderd the same within her heart; Alas, when able, this young dame, Did take leave, and homeward came Again unto the British shore, But neer went to her father more; She lived with a Goldsmith in the Strand, A very aged Gentleman.
She had two thousand pounds we hear, And boarded with them seven years, At last this Goldsmith and his wife By death deprived were of life. Having a son at mans estate, Endud with worldly riches great This damsel being boarded there, And of a charming beauty fair. Having a thousand pounds withal, This man in love with her did fall; And they in love so well agreed, That they were married with speed. And as the apple of his eye. He loved her most tenderly; So now Ill leave them for a while, With providence on them to smile. PART II. AND next some small enquiry make, What course of life her father takes, He sent to Guernsey for to know How things did with his daughter go. The answer was returnd, shes fled, At which he sighd and shook his head, Saying, O let that day be curst, In which, to satisfy my Lust, I robd my child of honour then, For which I was the worst of Men; What a wretch was I to be so vile, Of honour for to rob my child? All women-kind that do me meet Will stop me as I walk the street: Calling me bruitish beast; but I Am worse than brutes, by reason, why? Because the brutes do in their kind, I robd a lovely child of mine; To wrong her thus I am to blame, Thourt lost I fear to hide thy shame. Thourt gone into some cave to be, Where thou with grief will pine and die, As for the baby thou didst bear All by my villainy yet care. Of him I am resolvd to take; My whole state to him Ill make. This being done, then out of hand, With speed Ill quit my native land. And in some foreign wilderness My sorrow great I will express, With weeping eyes, and tears great flood, Unto the harmless trees and birds.
Where warbling birds do strain their throars Singing out their warbling notes, Most sweet and lovely to the ear, But they need not their anger fear. O God! whose great all seeing eye, Can in great desarts me espy, Encompassed with sorrows round, He said my sins will cut me down. Like grass that withers and consumes, This shameful sin will be my doom, So in small time as we hear, To Guiney he his course did steer. There in an unfrequented wood, This man bcame a Lions food: Now since he has lost his breath, And come to an untimely death, Well leave him, and give you to know, How things did with his daughter go. PART III. HIS Son he by his father had, Grew up to be a comely lad, And in this island, as tis told, He tarried till sixteen years old, At last this youth as it is said, Resolved for to learn a trade. He came to London city where In a short time he prentice were Unto this Goldsmith and no other, Whose wife happend to be his Mother. But all his apprenticeship that while, She never knew he was her child. The last year of his service then, His Master dyd like other Men. He forced was by cruel death, For to resign his vital breath: This apprentice being tall, And of a pleasant look withal, His mistress fancyd him so well, That she till death with him could dwell, And according to Old Englands Laws, She to her apprentice joined was, And all the live-long wedding day, In mirth they past the time away; When night was come with free consent, To-bed this bride and bridegroom went, Taking their rest and sleep that night, But in the morning eer twas Light, As she her husbands Side lay by, Upon his breast she did espy The mark as I before told you, Whereby to her great grief she knew He was born of her own body, At which she wept most bitterly. Smiting her breast, she said, I find No womans sorrow like to mine.
To hear her groans and dismal cries, It put her in a sad surprise. Saying, My dear pray let me know, The cause of your lamenting so; Alas I have cause enough she cries, With very grief my heart it lies Bleeding within my mournful breast, On earth we no more shall have test, My very souls opprest with care, My sorrows more than I can bear. O wretched man the cause of this, Neer think to taste of heavenly bliss: Hearing these words immediately, He straitway made her this reply. What harm have I pray to you shewn, As makes you make this piteous moan? Her answer was no harm at all: The things that makes my tears to fall And thus deprives me of my rest, It is the mark upon your breast? A wicked man, father of mine, Did overcome me once with wine; And having done this thing, then he Robbd me of my Virginity, Contrary to Gods holy Laws, You in my womb conceived was. I am the woman that bore you, Your Sister, Wife, and Mother too; O what uncommon thing is here, My wife to be my Mother dear. Her answer was, Tis so indeed, These thoughts does make my heart to bleed, This thing does all my glory blast, Of joyful days I have seen the last. No sort of succour will I have, But will go mourning to the grave, I fear that when my bodys dead, And under earth is covered, My poor distrest forsaken soul Will in the air be left to howl. So this past on a month or two, In great sorrow, grief, and woe. And with deep groans and panting heart, She with her precious life did part, Leaving her loving spouse behind, For her in floods of tears to pine. And thus in grief of soul, I say, Lord give me patience I thee pray; And that this may a warning be, To all that hear my destiny. Now to conclude, you women all, And likewise maidens great and small, Let this poor womans destiny, By you always lamented be.
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