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T35276 YOung Men and Maids I pray give Ear, / While you this sad Relation hear; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 289786 The False Lover Rewarded The False Lover Rewarded The False Lover Rewarded 1760-1760

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YOung Men and Maids I pray give Ear, While you this sad Relation hear; The like before was [ne]ver know, As to the World is clearly shown. Both rich and poor, both old and young, I would have you observe this Song, And never once prove false in Love, Nor at the least disloyal prove. In Bullenlick Town a Man doth dwell, Who had a Wife he loved well; By her he had a Daughter fair, Which was their Joy and only Care. A Farmers Son that lived by, On this fair Maid did cast an Eye: He courted her both Day and Night, And in her placd his whole Delight. And if I the the Truth must tell, This Maiden lovd the Farmer well, Her Parents likewise did agree, That this young Man their Son should be. This young Man was of honest Fame, And Mr Small it was his name, He had a very good Estate, But Love it was his cruel Fate. For it did chance upon a Day, This young Man to the Maid did say; He feard that she should change her Mind, And to another Man be kind. Which if you do, my Love, said he, Will break my Heart immediately, My Faith is firm, my Love is true, I wish to find the like by you. This Maiden fair she did reply, Unto her Love immediately! May some just Judgement fall on me, If ever I prove false to thee. And may this be my fatal Doom, Some hideous Monster from my Womb, I wish soon after I may bring forth, If eer I break my Faith and Troth. If I another Man do wed, Or break the Vows that I have made, May I a sad Example be, To young and old of each Degree. But oh! At last with Grief, I say, She did this constant Heart betray, For she did soon disloyal prove, And entertaind another Love. Before two Months were past away, One Thomas Goodings, as they say, A wealthy Man from Clapthorne came, Who likd and lovd this charming Dame.
Her Parents then for worldly Gain, Did this new Lover entertain, And promised she should be his Wife, Which caused all this daily Strife This when her first true Lover did hear. Causd him to shed many a Tear; Then meeting this ungrateful Maid, With mournful Sighs these Words he said. Remember, O my Love, said he, What mighty things you promisd me; Remember all the Vows, my Dear, If you have any Grace or Fear. This Maid unto her Love did say, My Parents Will I must obey: Besides, twill better be for me, For Goodings hath more Wealth than thee. With Sobs and Tears he Home did hie, And took his Bed immediately, And there he lay in wretched Case, For her that had so little Grace. Immortal Powers I beg, said he, That you will be so kind to me, Pour down your Vengeance from above. And punish my ungrateful Love. When he in Tears these Words did speak, Then with a Groan his Heart did break, Great Pity such a Man as he, Should die for such a graceless Soul as she. Goodings enjoyd his fair young Wife, And likewise prizd her as his Life; And all his Hopes they were beguild, For a Twelvemonth she wasnt w Child. At length with Child she then did shew, And daily bigger she did grow; The other Women go but months nine, She went two Months beyond that Time. Sure such a Wonder neer was known, As I this Time shall treat upon; Yet tho its strange. its likewise true, As I shall here declare to you For when Eleven Months were past, She fell in Travail at the last: For full three Weeks, as I hear say, She was pained both Night and Day. She was di[l]ivered as they say, On February the seventh Day: It was a strange mishapen Thing, Which she into the World did bring. It was shapd and bristild like a Hog, Did snort and bark like any Dog; Its Tail down to the Ground it hung And prickd its Ears seven Inches long
Like a Monkey was the Head and Face Which movd the People in the Place, To see the strange and dismal Sight, As neer befoee was brought to Light. The People wondered for to see, Such an amazing Tragedy, And all that saw it was afraid, The Midwife she was sore dismayd For it did bite her through the Hand, And it upon two Feet did stand It had four Feet and run likewise Which put the Neighbours in Surprize. It in its Mother[]s Face did fly, But some good People put it by Or it had quickly took her Life, Which caused all this deadly Strife They sent for Mr Brooks indeed. Preacher of Clapthorne Church with Speed, Doctor Watson, and Hickman too, They came this Monster for to view. These Gentlemen did glaring stand, And in Amaze held up their Hands, Asking the Mother for to tell, How she conceivd this Monster fell. Gods Judgments now are fallen on me Which I deservd indeed said she; For I have broke my Vows indeed, And made a tender Heart to bleed, I Oaths and Vows, and Wishes made, Till I an honest Man betrayd; And now indeed I am rightly servd, But not so well as I deservd. Dear Husband do not grieve for me, For none can lay the Blame on thee, No ones in Fault but only I, And therefore now for Mercy cry. Good Christian People pray for me And you good Ministers, said she, I beg you for my Soul to pray; For I do find my Strength decay. Good Lord have Mercy on my Soul, Pardon my Sin that are so foul; My Crimes are of a Scarlet Dye, Sure never one so bad as I, When she in Tears these Words had spoke, She yeilded to Deaths fatal Stroke: I hope this will a Warning be, To all that hear this Tragedy.
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