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T47509 YE tender fair come hear a ditty, / Tragical my tale does run, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 768 A Serious copy of / Verses on the late Miss / Wray. A Serious copy of Verses on the late Miss Wray. A Serious copy of Verses on the late Miss Ray. ?-?

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YE tender fair come hear a ditty, Tragical my tale does run, Or a murder mores the pity, Was at Covent Garden, done, On a kind and pretty woman, By a Minister were told, For her constancy he killd her, Not to rob her of her gold. It seems he had his education, At the University, And first of all bore a commision, But no promotion like to be, Four years ago the gownd assumed, Perswaded by his friends they say, Then cast his eyes as were informed, On the beauty of Miss Wray. To her he oft paid his addresses, But never could obtain his end, She told the Earl, her noble keeper, Who was to him a worthy friend, But this was nothing all he wanted, Was Miss Wray for whore or wife But as neither could be granted, Was resolvd to have her life. He with two loaded pistols met her, Just as she came from the play, Rushd up and not a word did utter, With one he took her life away, The other for himself designed, But his life is spaird you see, Not worthy of a death so sudden, But a public sight to be. Now in Newgate is confined, Till his trial does come on, Its hoped to death hell be resigned, Alas! alas! unhappy man, Who did not look a little ferther, Solid happiness to see, But must go to do a murder, His own murderer for to be. See a mother none more kinder, From five children robbd of life, The character shes left behind her, May be copyd by each wife, Friendly courteous and oblinging, Unto all came in her way, Is the character ye fair ones, Of the late worthy Miss Wray.