%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The nevv made Gentlevvoman / Or, The dishonest Lady. / Writen as true as she did relate / How Money made her every Rascal's Mate / Likewise she says she's gather'd riches store. / By only playing of the private Whore. / And now in the Country she's gone, / And left me behind to sing this song. W., L. 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 06/19/2014 33312

The University of California makes a claim of copyright only to original contributions made by Early Modern Center participants and other members of the university community. The University of California makes no claim of copyright to the original text. Permission is granted to download, transmit or otherwise reproduce, distribute or display the contributions to this work claimed by The University of California for non-profit educational purposes, provided that this header is included in its entirety. For inquiries about commercial uses, please contact:

Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

R228481 1 The Flatteries of Fate. Flatteries of Fate, The The Flatteries of Fate. COme Gallants and lisen unto me a while / I'll sing you a song that will make you smile Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 243 The nevv made Gentlevvoman / Or, The dishonest Lady. / Writen as true as she did relate / How Money made her every Rascal's Mate / Likewise she says she's gather'd riches store. / By only playing of the private Whore. / And now in the Country she's gone, / And left me behind to sing this song. The new made Gentlewoman Or, The dishonest Lady. Writen as true as she did relate How Money made her every Rascal’s Mate Likewise she says she’s gather’d riches store. By only playing of the private Whore. And now in the Country she’s gone, And left me behind to sing this song. The new made Gentlewoman Or, The dishonest Lady. Written as true as she did relate How Money made her every Rascal's Mate Likewise she says she's gathered riches store. By only playing of the private Whore. And now in the Country she's gone, And left me behind to sing this song. W., L. ?-? F. Coles, T. Veres, J. Wright, and J. Clarke

This document follows the guidelines specified for TEI.

XML Generated Automatically at 6/19/2014 10:42:42 AM Using EMC

XBallad Parsing Engine developed by Carl G Stahmer.

TEI Template developed by Gerald Egan and Modified by Carl Stahmer

All apostrophes are encoded as '.

Any dashs occurring in line breaks have been removed;

All dashs are encoded as ‐ and all em dashes as —.

 Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/ health alcohol Americas animals/ nature Bible/ biblical figures buildings/ architecture catastrophe children class clothing/ appearance country/ nation crime death economics/ commerce entertainments family Featured folklore gender holidays/ seasons infidelity labor/ craft law London love maritime marriage military/ war monstrosity mythology/ Classical news nobility/ court politics/ government procreation punishment race/ ethnicity religious concepts religious figures religious groups royalty rural life servitude sex/ sexuality supernatural/ magic travel trickery/ deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgar humor youth/ age Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 6/19/2014 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America affliction/ health London sex/ sexuality vulgar humor Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 6/19/2014 10:42:42 AM XBallad McCants, Kristen Created XML Version of Ballad 6/19/2014 10:42:42 AM Transcription Supervisor Meyer, Shannon Transcription of ballad manuscript 6/19/2014 10:42:42 AM Double-Key Comparison and Merging Meyer, Shannon Transcription of ballad manuscript 6/19/2014 10:42:42 AM Transcriptionist Two Daher, Raquel Transcription of ballad manuscript 6/19/2014 10:42:42 AM Transcriptionist One Oberlander, Lindsay Transcription of ballad manuscript 6/19/2014 Transcriber Oberlander, Lindsay Created Ballad XML 6/19/2014 Transcriber Daher, Raquel Created Ballad XML 6/19/2014 Double-Key Transcription Merger Meyer, Shannon Created Ballad XML 6/19/2014 Transcription Supervisor Meyer, Shannon Created Ballad XML 6/19/2014 XBallad Jaworski, Cheryl Created Ballad XML 4/24/2013 Checker Shannon Meyer Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 12/6/2012 Checker William Hildalgo Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 11/1/2012 Bibliographer William Hildalgo Initial Ballad Catalogue Record Created
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The new made Gentlewoman</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Or, The dishonest Lady.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Writen as true as she did relate</hi></seg> <seg n="4" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">How Money made her every Rascal's Mate</hi></seg> <seg n="5" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Likewise she says she's gather'd riches store.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="6" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">By only playing of the private Whore.</hi></seg> <seg n="7" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">And now in the Country she's gone,</hi></seg> <seg n="8" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">And left me behind to sing this song.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="9" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">To a new Tune, Or, <hi rend="bold">The Flatteries of Fate.</hi></hi></seg>
COme Gallants and lisen unto me a while i'll sing you a song that will make you smile Of one that is pritty, in London fair City, And Gentlemens humors she can beguile. My Parents quoth she hath left me forlorn, And told me how I was begot in a Barn, But since I am to elder years grown To be told of my Parents I hold it in scorn. I got a few Cloaths and to London I came, Where quickly my beauty did get me a name; I tell you the truth although you me blame, I now am become a Girl of the Game.
The first that come to me he was a Foot-boy, And he gave me a Crown for to call him my Joy, I lov'd him and joy'd him and honey'd him so That it cost him an Angel before he did go. A Lawyers Clerk was the next that did come, And made me believe that he was a Lords Son, I pleased his mind when I found out his play That it cost him a pound before he went away. And many more to me did straitways Resort, With Gold and with Silver my person to court, That Riches I gather'd by using this Trade After forty had used me I went for a Maid.
WIth silks & with sattings now bravely I go, and waiting-maids on me attend, you must know My justico and Black-Patches I were, Which make all admire that on me doth stare. Brave Gallants I promise you doth me adore Not taking me to be a vampified Whore, They'll give me a Guinny if on them I smile, And two for a take-up, thus I them beguile. My Smock it is Cambrick I tell you the truth, And handled by many a prodigal youth I have a fine spring that runeth so clear, That it brings me as good as two hundred a Year. Now I have got Treasure no longer i'll stay But into the Country strait I will away, where one of my lovers hath done me much wrong For in a weeks time he did send me this song. The Gentleman's Song that he sent his Lady into the Country. MY Lady is grown so bonny and gay she's gone from the City in the country to play, And by her great fame, she's got such a name; With singing and dancing it makes her go lame.
She plaid in the City almost half a year And yet for her wages she's never the near, But a Gallant did say this part you must play Tis thought in some corner that he did her lay. I steering my coast one night in the dark I met with a Frigot that sail'd towards the Park She hoisted up sail and away she did run I see her cast Anchor at the Prince in the Sun. I gave her a Guinny to enter her Fort She presently yielded to come to the sport, But finding me lasie strait bid me begone I gave her a shot, but she fir'd my Gun. And thus I was conquer'd and forc't to retire For she gave me a Clap against my desire, she makes me go stradling with swelling my eggs you may drive a wheel-barrow between my 2 legs. But now her beauty is almost decayd, which makes her to paint for to hold up that trade, with false locks & vizard masks she has great skill, But she's known for a whore let her go where she will.
By L.W. London Printed for F. Coles, T. Veres, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.