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T207110 GOOD people pray attend, / Unto these lines I've penn'd, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 289720 The TRAGICAL BALLAD: / OR THE / Lady who fell in Love with her Serving-Man. The TRAGICAL BALLAD: OR THE Lady who fell in Love with her Serving-Man. The TRAGICAL BALLAD: OR THE Lady who fell in Love with her Serving Man. 1775-1775

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GOOD people pray attend. Unto these lines Ive pennd, Which to the world I send, Therefore draw near: And hear what I do say. Alack-and-a-well-a-day, Unto loves sad decay, Provd most severe. There was a servant-man, Who lived near the Strand, As I do understand, He was so fair: So the young lady bright, Could not rest day nor night, He was her souls delight, She lovd him so dear. Now this young lady cryd, I cant be satisfyd I wish I was his bride, To cure my smart. Young Cupid bend the bow, And wound my lover so, That in short time hell know, A love-sick heart. Why should I thus complain, He knoweth not my pain, He being my servant-man, And I so great. Could I unclose my mind, Great comfort shall I find, But fortune proves unkind, Oh! cruel fate. Why was I born so high, To live in misery? Or Cupids dart to fly Into my breast; I wish I was as poor, As the Man whom I adore, Then should I evermore Enjoy my dear. Then the young lady said. Why should I be afraid?
Ill bring my servant-maid To tell my mind. Betty, Betty, said she, Pray come here to me, You must my council be, Then I will prove kind. I love our servant-man, You know our honest John, Let me do what I can, I cant get free. Love has ensnard my heart, As I do feel the smart. Cupid with his keen dart Has wounded me. Then said the damsel fair, Madam, since you declare Your mind, I cant forbear But let you know. I am in the same case, I love his charming face, My heart within his breast, Is placd also. In sorrow discontent, Away this damsel went, Her heart with mischeif bent, As you shall find. Tho shes my lady fair, Her secret Ill declare, Or I shall lose my dear, In a short time. GOOD people lend an ear, Im sure youll shed a tear, When you this story hear, A second part How Cupid bent his bow, Wounded three lovers so, Great troubles they did know, By his keen dart. The damsel thus begun, And said I am undone: I shall distracted run, I am afraid.
Could I draw back my mind, From love to be inclind, Great comfort shall I find, In grief she said. We leave the damsel here, Entangld in loves snare, To treat of the young fair Lady so bright. As she set sighing then, Came in the servant-man. As we do understand, That very night. She did unlose her mind, Within short time we find, Saying to him most kind, You have my heart. The young man stood amazd, And on his lady gazd, Sure these are happy days, The young man said. Young madam, do forbear, Draw me not in a snare, If my master should hear, We are ruind. Rather than that should be Id go along with thee, Either by land or sea, Or where you please. You are my hearts delight, I can travel day and night So they consented strait To cross the seas. Then said the lady bright, To morrow when tis light, Ill marry my delight. Then straitway I will go Along with thee, my dear, And mans apparel wear, No one can us ensnare, Nor can us know. OBSERVE this part the third,
The servant-maid she stood, And heard them every word. Then strait she run. Master, master, said she, Alas! youll ruind be, Your daughter doth agree To marry John. To morrow is the day, As I do hear them say, That they would go away, And married be. She doth him so adore, Of danger thinks no more She quits her native shore To cross the sea. When she did thus declare, He calld his daughter fair, Madam, what are you there? Her father cryd. Pray call John also, The truth I mean to know, And if I find it so, I will provide. A place you need not fear, Both for you and your dear, And I will prove severe Unto you both. Father, your will be done Hes like to be your son, Or else I will have none, Upon my troth. Daughter since you say so, He shall to prison go, And Ill confine also You to yourt room. Father, faher, forbear, Do not punish my dear, Let me the burden bear, Or Im undone. She to her chamber sent And he to prison went, In grief and discontent, There to remain. He sent him over to sea, A soldier there to be, Against the enemy To fight in Spain
Now said the servant maid, Alas! Twas I betrayd, Your love and mine, she said, What have I done? With that she tore her hair, And fell into dispair, And as I do declare, To Bedlams gone. That very self same night, This youthful lady bright, In dark and doleseme night Got clear away. Out of a window high She got her liberty. Travelling she did come nigh Unto the sea. And in short time we hear, She crossd the ocean fair In mans apparel there She met her dear: A soldier was he also, Yet his love did not know, She being his comforter too, As we do hear, In Spain they were not long, Before they both were drawn Into a party strong, To fight the foe. The first that wounded were, Was this young lady fair, Dying she did declare Her grief and woe. As she was on the ground, He suckd her bloody wound, Crying, My dear is gone, With her sweet charms: Shall I live longer too, No, no that neer will do, Piercing his body thro Dyd in her arms. Now came this news, we hear, Unto her father dear: He stampt and tore his hair, Grieving he said, Alas! my daughter dear, I provd to thee severe, Now thou art dead I fear, So Ill end my days.