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GOOD people now I pray give ear, / And also true attention. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 457 The KENTISH Garland. The KENTISH Garland. The Kentish Garland. ?-?

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GOOD People now I pray give Ear, and also true Attention. Unto these Lines which you shall hear, and Words which I shall mention. Within this Book as I shall write, as true it is reported, How a young Squire ruin'd quite a Damsel whom he courted. She was his Father's Servant-Maid, and Daughter to a Brazier, He often would her Heart invade, at every turn and leisure. With all the Arguments of Love, which Passion might discover, Protesting to the Powers above, how dearly he did love her. With modest Blushes she reply'd, sir, pray stop your Proceeding, For I am no ways qualify'd, neither for Birth nor Breeding. You can have Choise of Ladies gay, from noble Loins descended, Therefore let me alone I pray, your Friends will be offended. Well met, the Jewel of my Heart, fear not my Friends Displeasure, Let who will frown I'll take thy Part, I love thee out of Measure.
No one that's born of noble Blood doth stand within my Favour. I honour thee, with what is good, for you I love forever. With modest Blushes she reply'd, sir, stop those fond Pretences, For if your Friends should it know, then they would be offended. Discourse to me of Love no more, but strive to please your Parents, I'd rather wed with one that's poor, then wed to live at Variance. Farewel the Jewel of my Heart, fear not my Friends Displeasure; Let who will frown, I'll take thy Part, I'll love thee out of Measure. Therefore cheer up, my lovely Dear, if Parents they should slight me, Till I my Breath and Life resign, dear Jewel I will right thee. Kind Sir, you promise more to me, than can be now expected; While you possess such Riches store, then Love may be perfected; Eut if your Parents should now stand against you with Denial, To disinherit you of all, then there will come the Trial.
That is the worst which they can do, let them use their Pleasure: I must be loyal, just and true, and love thee out of Measure. If they would wrong their darling Son, for such a poor Transgression, Then les them go, when that is done I have a large Possession. The which was left to me of late, by a near Relation. Let Father frown, and Mother hate, I'm in a happy Station: Therefore cheer up my dearest Dear, if Parents should disdain us: I hope two thousand Pounds a Year, will modestly maintain us. These Arguments and many more he used to obtain her. She gave Consent to wed, wherefore there's none alive can blame her. For she was made his lawful Wife, by their protested Marriage, But soon she lost her precious Life, by his ungrateful Carriage. Unknown to Friends and Parents dear, this Couple they were wedded, And in the space of half a Year after they both were bedded. It seems she proved young with Child, her looks began to shew it, Until his Friends were reconcil'd, be would not let them know it. But up to famous London Town, immediately he brought her, And to behave with modesty and Decency he taught her. Much like a youthful Lady gay, she seem'd, all in her Beauty; And while he with her there did stay, he shew'd a Husband's Duty. As they were charm'd with mutual Love, which for a Season lasted; At length they heard a dismal Noise, which all their Pleasure blasted. His Parents came to understand, by private Information, That he had Lodgings in the Strand, and fill'd with Recreation. They sent a Letter full of Wrath, and threatn'd her with Ruin, Which he receiv'd, whilst she stood by, and at the same stood viewing.
Tears from his Eyes did flow amain, she asked him the Reason: Said he, my Friends do me disdain. They both wept for a Season. She read these Lines as well as he, and found them harsh and cruel: Said she, my Dear be kind to me, be kind my dearest Jewel, Let me not suffer for thy sake, consider my Condition. For if you don't, my Heart will break, it was not my Ambition To be a Lady, well you know, long e'er I consented. Why do they seem to threaten so? I strove for to prevent it: But now I am your lawful Wife, which you was pleas'd to make me, Your smiles perhaps may save my Life, I die if you forsake me. He took her by the Hand, and said, my dear, my Joy and Sweeting, Within our Lodgings pray abide, till our next happy Meeting. With Kisses sweet and solemn Vows, they from each other parted, But Grief appeared on her Brows, for she was broken-hearted. He promised to take her Part, and certainly excuse her, To Father, nay, and Mother too, that they might not abuse her: To make the Matter fair and clear, and in all Cases clear her. He went, but ne'er return'd again, and never more came near her. But when she came unto the Town, they told her he was marry'd, To a young Lady of Renown, with Grief she then miscarried. But when his Parents came to find, that she was with their Neighbour, To whom she did her Conscience clear, within the Time of Labour. They threatned her with Banishment, for tricking of the Squire, But fatal Death did them prevent, for she did soon expire. But some Minutes before she died, in Friends and Neighbours hearing.
She wrung her Hands, and weeping said, what is there no appearing? Will you not come near me then? oh! Husband most false-hearted, With just Revenge I'll haunt you when my wronged Soul's departed; Accordingly as she had said, within three Nights after, Came to the Room where he laid the wronged Brazier's Daughter. When in the midst of their Joy, to their amazing Wonder, The Room was fill'd with dreadful Noise like roaring Claps of Thunder. To crown the stately marriage Bed, they saw a Flash of Fire, And heard a dismal Voice that said, oh! most ungrateful Squire. The lady that lies by your Side, she shall not long enjoy you, It was I that was your lawful Bride, just Vengeance must destroy you: Within her Arms like Ice or Clay, the Spirit did enfold him: By Force she took him quite away, his Lady could not hold him. She shriek'd and cry'd, but all in vain, for then the Spirit gave him That very Night his fatal Bane, there's none alive could save him. The Lady then rose up with speed, at this sad Consternation, Where on his Breast they plain did read These Words of Lamentation. In perfect Roman Letters blue, This Wretch was my Undoing, He being false, has brought me to my Death and utter Ruin. For making me his lawful Wife, the Deed he then to smother: And for the cursed golden Prize, he married with another. His faithless Tongue seduc'd my Soul, and easily deceiv'd me, His perjur'd Words pierced my Heart, and of my Life bereav'd me. Leaving his Wife and Child to fall, a sacrifice together. He makes a third that caused ill, so now farewel together.
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