%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Forlorn Lover, / Declaring how / A Lasse gave her Lover three slips for a teaster, / And marryed another a week before Easter. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1670-1670 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/01/2012 31820

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A Week before Easter / the dayes long and clear, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 112 The Forlorn Lover, / Declaring how / A Lasse gave her Lover three slips for a teaster, / And marryed another a week before Easter. The Forlorn Lover, Declaring how A Lasse gave her Lover three slips for a teaster, And marryed another a week before Easter. The Forlorn Lover, Declaring how A Lass gave her Lover three slips for a tester, And married another a week before Easter. 1670-1670

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A Week before Easter the dayes long and clear, So bright is the Sun, and so cold is the aire, I went into the Forrest some flowers to finde there, And the Forrest would y[i]eld me no Posies. The Wheat and the Rye that groweth so green, The Hedges and Trees in their severall coats, Small Birds do sing in their changeable notes, But there groweth no Strawberies nor Roses I went into the Meadow some time for to spend, And to come back agen I did fully intend, But as I came back I met with a friend, And twas Love was the cause of my mourning.
I loved a fair Lady this many a long day, And now to requite me she is marryed away, Here she hath left me in sorrow to stay, But now I begin to consider. I loved her deer, and I loved her well, I hated all people that spake of her ill, Many a one told to me what she did say, But yet I would hardly beleeve them. But when I did hear my Love askt in the Church, I went out of my seat and sate in the Porch, I found I should falsly be left in the lurch, And thought that my heart would have broken.
BUt when I did see my Love to Church go With all her bride-maidens they made such a show, I laught in conceit but my heart was full low To see how highly she was regarded But when I saw my Love in the Church stand, Gold ring on her finger well seald with a band: He had so indued her with house and with land, That nothing but Death can them sunder But when her Bride-maidens were having her to bed I stept in amongst them and kissed the Bride. I wished I might have been layd by her side, And by that means I gave me a favour. When she was laid in bed, drest up in white, My eyes gusht with water, that drowned my sight, I put off my hat and did bid all good night, And adue my Deer sweeting for ever. Oh! digge me a grave that is wide, large, and deep, With a turf at my head and another at my feet. There I will lye and take a long sleep: Ile bid her farewel for ever.
She plighted her faith to be my fair Bride, And now at last hath me falsly decryd, Ile leave off my wrath, and with God be my guide To save me from such another I pitty her case much more than my own, That she should imbrace and joyn hands in one, Whilst I am her true love and daily do groan, My sorrow I cannot smother. Though Marriage hath bound her shee is much to blame, And though he hath found her, her Husband I am, Hereafter twill wound her that shee put mee to shame, When Conscience shall be her accuser. Two Husbands shee hath by this wilde miscarriage The one by a Contract, the tother by Marriage. She doth her whole family grossely disparage. But I will not plot to misuse her. Beware all young men, of Arts, or of Trades, Chuse warily when you meet with such Maids Youd better live single, alone in the shades, Than so to love such an Abuser.
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