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R180752 1 To an Excellent new Tune Rich Merchant Man, The To an Excellent new Tune A Rich Marchant-man / that was both grave and wise FAir Maidens every one, / I must confesse and say, A sweet thing love, / it rules both heart and mind, / There is no comfort in this world, / to women that are kind. A sweet thing is love, / it rules both heart and mind, / There is no comfort in this world, / to women that are kind. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 230 A most sweet Song of an English Merchant born in Chichester. A most sweet Song of an English Merchant born in Chichester. A most sweet Song of an English Merchant born in Chichester. 1663-1663 F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.

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A Rich Marchant-man that was both grave and wise Did kill a man at Embden Town, through quarrels that did rise, Through quarrels that did rise, the German being dead; And for that fact t[h]e Merchant-man, was judgd to lose his head. A sweet thing love, it rules both heart and mind, There is no comfort in this world, to women that are kind. A Scaffold builded was, within the Market place, And all the people far and neer did thither flock apace: Did thither flock apace: this doleful sight to see, Who all in Velvet black as jet, unto the place came he: A sweet, etc. Bare-headed was he brought, his hands were bound before, A Cambrick Ruff about his neck, as white as milk he wore, His Stockings were of silk, as fine as fine might be, Of person and of countenance, a proper man was he; A sweet thing, etc.
When he was mounted up, upon the Scaffold high, All women said great pitty it was, so sweet a man should dye: The Merchants of the Town, from death to set him free, Did proffer there a thousand pound, but yet all would not be: A sweet thing, etc. The Prisoner hereupon began to speak his mind: (Quoth he) I have deserved death in conscience I do find: Yet sore against my will, this man I killd (quoth he) As Christ doth know, which of my soul, must only Saviour be. A sweet thing, etc. With heart I do repent, this most unhappy deed, And for his wife and Children small, my very heart doth bleed: The deed is done and past, my hope of life is vain, And yet the loss of this my life, to them is little gain. A sweet thing, etc.
Unto the Widdow poor, and to the babes therefore, I give a hundred pound a piece, their comforts to restore: Destring at their hands, no one request but this, They will speak well of Englishmen though I have done amisse: A sweet thing, etc. This was no sooner done, but that to stint the strife, Four goodly Maids did roffer him, for love to save his li[f]e: This is our law (quoth [t]hey) we may your death r[e]move, So you in lieu of our good will, will grant to us your love: A sweet thing, etc. Brave English-man (quoth one) tis I will beg thy life; Nay, quoth the second it is I, so I may be thy wife: Tis I the third did say; nay, quoth the fourth, tis I, So each one after other said, still waiting his reply; A sweet thing is love, etc.
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FAir Maidens every one, I must confesse and say, That each of you well worthy is, to be a Lady gay: And I unworthy far, the worst of you to have, though you have proffered willingly, my loathed life to save: A sweet thing is love, it rules both heart and mind, There is no comfort in this world, to women that are kind. Then take a thousand thanks, of me a dying man, But speak no more of love nor life, for why my life is gone: To Christ my soul I give, my body unto death: For none of you my heart can have, sith I must loose my breath: A sweet thing, etc. Fair Maids lament no more, your Country Law is such, It takes but hold upon my life, my goods it cannot touch: Within one Chest I have, in gold a thousand pound, I give it equal to you all, for love that I have found: A sweet thing, etc. And now dear friends farewell, sweet England now adieu, And Chichester where I was born, where first this breath I drew: And now thou man of death, unto thy Weapon stand; Oh nay, another Damsel said; sweet Heads-man hold thy hand. A sweet thing, etc. Now hear a Maidens plaint, brave English-man (quoth she) And grant me love for love again, that craves but love of thee: I wooe and sue for love, that have been wood er this: Then grant me love, & therewithal, she proffered him a kiss, A sweet thing, etc.
Ile dye within thy arms, if thou wilt dye (quoth she) Yet live or dye sweet English-man, ile live and dye with thee: But can it be (quoth he) that thou dost love me so: Tis not by long acquaintance sir, whereby true love doth grow: A sweet thing, etc. Then beg my life (quoth he) and I will be thy own: If I should seek the world for love, more love cannot be shown: The people at that word, did give a joyful cry, And said great pitty it had been, so sweet a man should dye; A sweet thing, etc. I go my love she said: I run, I flye for thee, And gentle heads-man spare a while my Lovers head for me: Unto the Duke she went, who did her grief remove, And with an hundred Maidens more she went to fetch her love: A sweet thing, etc. With musick sounding sweet, the foremost of that train, The gallant Maiden like a Bride, did fetch him back again; Yea, hand in hand they went unto the Church that day, And they were Married presently, in sumptuons rich array: A sweet thing, etc. To England came he then, with this his lady Bride, A fairer woman never lay by any Merchants side: Where I must leave them now in pleasure and delight, But of their names & dwelling place I must not here recite. A sweet thing is love, it rules both heart and mind, etc.
FINIS. London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.