%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> JENNY's Lamentation / For the loss of her JEMMY. / She wander'd up and down for Love, / Till she was weary grown, / Then sate down in a shady Grove, / and thus she made her moan. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/18/2014 32657

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R227224 1 Jenny Gin, or Busie Fame Jenny Gin Jenny Gin, or Busie Fame A Woe's me! poor harmless Maid, / my hopes are quite undone, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 15 JENNY's Lamentation / For the loss of her JEMMY. / She wander'd up and down for Love, / Till she was weary grown, / Then sate down in a shady Grove, / and thus she made her moan. JENNY's Lamentation For the loss of her JEMMY. She wander'd up and down for Love, Till she was weary grown, Then sate down in a shady Grove, and thus she made her moan. Jenny's Lamentation For the loss of her JEMMY. She wandered up and down for Love, Till she was weary grown, Then sat down in a shady Grove, and thus she made her moan. ?-? P. Brooksby

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A Woe's me! poor harmless Maid, my hopes are quite undone, For J[e]mmy he is from me fled, who onst I thought my own: Alas! he's gone for evermore from her who lov'd him well, Who will his memory adore, whilest upon Earth I dwell.
Ah! cruel Swain, that thou shou'd prove so perjur'd to thy Love, To make her wander in this Grove, like to the Turtle Dove, Who losing of her Mate, does pine, and moane itself to death; So I shall murmure to the wind as long as I have breath.
Could thou so faithless prove to one that gave to thee her heart; Remember but the Oathes thou'st sworn that we shou'd never part: You kist my hand, and squez'd it hard, and swore and vow'd that I Should ever you of love debar, immediately you dye. But Jemmy when you hear I'm gone, and that for you I dy'd, Your conquest then will soon be done when once your Charms are try'd: I'le pray to Cupid, tho' he's blind, that he will shute his dart, And make thee love one that's unkind and so to break thy heart. I wish the times I saw thee first had been my Burial day, Then I had ne'r had cause to curst, nor any one to say: Ah! Jenny, thou that onst was thought the glory of the Plain, Was by a faithless Shepherd caught, and by his falshood slain.
But farewell cruel perjur'd Swain, for evermore adieu; Unto the gods I will complain how faithless and untrue, How much like them that he was made, in every part divine; Yet has his Shepherdess betray'd, and does his vows decline. Be witness gods I had no fault except I lov'd too well, My heart ne'r thought of a revoult, and that my eyes can tell: Let all young maids by me be warn'd, and keep intire their Love, For fear when onst their hearts are charm'd they wander in this Grove. She had no sooner said this word but down the Damzel fell, And said, good-by my dearest Lord, in whom all beauties dwell: Then fetching of a dreadful groan, unto the winds she spoke, Bear these my last words to my Love; and then her heart-strings broke.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in West Smithfield.