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N68206 NOw ponder well you Ladies fair, / These words that I shall write; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 80496 Virtue in Danger: / Or Arthur Gray's last Farewell to the World. Virtue in Danger: Or Arthur Gray's last Farewell to the World. Virtue in Danger: Or Arthur Gray's last Farewell to the World. 1750-1750

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NOw ponder well you Ladies fair, These words that I shall write; Ill tell a Tale shall make you stare, Of a poor Ladies fright. She laid her down all in her Bed, And soon began to snore It never came into her Head To lock her Chamber-door. A Footman of her Sisters dear, A sturdy Scot was He; Wi[t]hout a sence of Godly fear, Bethought him wickedly. Thought he, this Lady lies alone, I like her comely Face; It would most gallantly be done, Her Body to embrace. In order to this bold Attempt, He ran up-Stairs apace; While she poor Lady, nothing dreamt, Or, dreamt it was His Grace. The Candle, flaring in her Eyes, Made her full soon awake; He scornd to do it, by Surprize, Or, her a Sleeping take. His Pistol in one Hand he took, And thus began to Wooe her; Oh, how this tender Creature shook, When he presented to her. Lady quoth he, I must obtain, For I have lovd You long, Woud You know how my Heart You gaind, You had it for a Song, Resolve to quench my present Flame, Or You shall Murderd be: It was those pretty Eyes, fair Dame, That first have Murderd me. The Lady lookd with Fear around, As in her Bed she lay; And tho half Dying in a Swoon, Thus to her self did say. Who rashly judge it is a Rule, Do often judge amiss; I thought this Fellow was a Fool, But theres some Sence in this. She then recoverd Heart o Grace And did to him reply; Sure Arthur Youve forgot Your place, Or know not that tis I. ------
Do You consider who it is, That You thus rudely treat; Tis not for Scoundrel scrubs to wish To tast, their Masters Meat, Tut, Tut quoth He, I do not care, And so puld down the Cloths; Uncoverd lay this Lady fair, From Bubby to the Toes. Oh! Arthur cover me she said, Or sure I shall get Cold; Which presently the Rogue obeyd, He could not hear her Scold. He laid his Sword close by Her side, Her Heart went Pit a Pat, You have but one Weapon left she cryd, Sure I can deal with That. She saw the Looby frighted, straight, Out of the Bed jumpd she; Catchd hold of His so furious Hand, A sight it was to see. His Pistol-Hand, she held fast closd; As she remembers well: But now the other was disposd, Theres none alive can tell. The Sword full to his Heart she laid, But yet did not Him slay; For when He saw the shineing Blade, God wot, He ran away. When she was sure, the Knave was gone Out of Her Fathers Hall; This virtuous Lady, straight began Most grievously to bawl. In came Pappa, and Mamma dear, Who wonderd to behold; Oot Grisle, what a noise is here, Why stand You in the Cold? Mamma she said, and then she wept, I have a Battle won: But if that I, had soundly Slept, My Honour had been gone. A Footman of my Sisters He, A Footman! cryd Mamma; Dear Daughter this must never be, And We not go to Law. This Ladies Fame, shall ever last, And live in British Song; For she was like Lucretia Chast, And eke was much more Strong.