%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Slighted Maid. / OR, / The Pining Lover. / With sighs and moans she doth intreat her Dear, / whilst he seems to be deaf and will not hear; / At length his frozen heart begins to melt, / being moved with the passion she had felt. Stapylton, Sir Robert University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1600-1600 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/08/2012 32014

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R187147 1 I prithee Love turn to me My Lodging is on the Cold Ground; I Prithee, Love, Turn to Me I prithee Love turn to me WAs ever Maiden so scorned, / by one that she lov'd so dear: ILe make thee pretty sweet posies, / and constant I ever will prove, O turn to me my own dear heart, / I prithee Love turn to me; / For thou art the Lad I long for, / and alas what remedy. (with variation) Then turn to me my own dear heart, / and I prithee Love turn to me, / For thou art the man that alone can / procure my liberty. (with variation) Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 335 The Slighted Maid. / OR, / The Pining Lover. / With sighs and moans she doth intreat her Dear, / whilst he seems to be deaf and will not hear; / At length his frozen heart begins to melt, / being moved with the passion she had felt. The Slighted Maid. OR, The Pining Lover. With sighs and moans she doth intreat her Dear, whilst he seems to be deaf and will not hear; At length his frozen heart begins to melt, being moved with the passion she had felt. The Slighted Maid. OR, The Pining Lover. With sighs and moans she does entreat her Dear, while he seems to be deaf and will not hear; At length his frozen heart begins to melt, being moved with the passion she had felt. Stapylton, Sir Robert 1600-1600

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WAs ever Maiden so scorned, by one that she lovd so dear: Long time I have sighed and mourned, and still my love will not hear. O turn to me my own dear heart, and I prithee Love turn to me; For thou art the Lad I long for, and alas what remedy. My Lodging it is on the could ground, and very hard is my fare: But that Which troubles me most, is the unkindness of my Dear. O turn to me my own Sweet-heart, and I prethee Love turn to me; For thou art the man I long for, and alas what remedy.
O stop not thy ears to the wailings, of me a poore harmlesse Maid. You know we are subject to failings, blind Cupid hath me betraid. And now I must cry O turn Love. and I prithee Love turn to me. For thou art the man that alone can procure my liberty. How canst thou be so hard hearted, and cruel to me alone. If ever we should be parted, then all my delight is gone. But ever I cry O turn Love, and I prethee Love turn to me For thou art the man that alone art the cause of my misery.
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ILe make thee pretty sweet posies, and constant I ever will prove. Ile strow thy chamber with roses, and all to delight my Love. Then turn to me my own dear heart, and I prithee Love turn to me, For thou art the man that alone can procure my liberty. Ile do my endeavour to please thee, by making thy bed full soft. Of all thy sorrows Ile ease thee, by kissing thy lips full oft. Then turn to me my own dear heart, and I prithee Love turn to me, For thou art the man that alone can procure my liberty. But thou wilt harden thy heart still, and be deaf to my pittifull moan: So I must endure the smart still, and tumble in straw all alone. Whilst still I cry O turn Love, and I prithee Love turn to me, For thou art the man that alone art the cause of my misery. If that thou still do disdain me, I never will love the more. Thy cruelty shall never pain me, for Ile have another in store. But still I cry O turn Love, and I prithee Love turn to me, For thou art the man that alone art the cause of my misery.
By hearing her pittifull clamour, the passion of Love he felt, He could no longer disdain her, his frozen heart it did melt; For ever she cried O turn Love, and I prithee Love turn to me, for thou art the man, that alone can procure my liberty. He said my Love I will please thee thy heaviness grieves me sore, But let not sorrow once seaze thee, I never will grieve thee more. Ile turn to thee my own kind heart, dear Love Ile turn to thee. For I am the man that now art come to procure thy liberty. Ile crown thee with garlands of straw then and marry thee with a rush ring. My frozen heart it will thaw then, and merrily we will sing, But ever she cryed O turn Love, and I prithee Love turn to me, For thou art the man, that alone can release my misery. Most lovingly he imbract her and calld her his hearts delight, And close by his side he plact her, all sorrow was banisht quite, And now she for joy cryed, turn Love and I prithee Love turn to me For thou art the man, that alone hast releast me of misery.
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