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1 To an excellent Northern Tune. UNKNOWN To an excellent Northern Tune. IN Windsor famous town did dwell, / A maiden lady, did excel, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 697 Windsor LADY. Windsor LADY. Windsor LADY. ?-?

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IN Windsor famous town did dwell, A maiden lady, did excel, All other maidens in that place, For sparkling eyes & charming face, She was fair, she was kind, Still she bore a virtuous mind. She had her fortune in her hand, Ten thousand pound in cash & land such portion many sweetheart brought But she replied I have no thought, For to wed, I'll tell you why, Men are false, a maid I'll die. But at length to her did come, A brisk young Lad a 'squire's Son,
Who vow'd he lov'd her as his life, And woo'd her for to be his wife, But she cry'd stand you by, For a maid I live and die. At her repulse they all gave o'er, I am sure there was half a score; A Lieutenant to her since came, Who in the wars had many slain, Lady fair, he would cry, Love me, love me or I die. Sir said the lady I do find, You are a murderer of mankind; To kill it is your business 'tis true, Ne'er let a woman then kill you,
Oh! for shame serve your King Let not love in wars be seen. I could Castle storm, or Fort, In milder terms I do you court, 'Tis tender love I do impart; If you deny you'll break my heart, Ha! Ha! Ha! the lady cry'd, For love ne'er knew a Soldier die O dear madam pray say not so, My love is real you shall know, By you madam my heart is slain, There's none but you can cure my pain Ha! Ha! Ha! the lady cry'd, For love i ne'er knew a Soldier die The leiutenant at this did rave, And cryed dear madam Im your slave, Then took a Pistol and did say, This shall end my life this day, Welcome death, welcome grave, None but you my life can save, Oh! Sir, 'tis not worth your while, For love of me your life beguile, No keep your gun and go your way, 'Twill serve in the field another day, Ha! Ha! Ha! the lady cryed, For love i ne'er knew a Soldier die, Then out of the room she run, And left her lover with his gun, Which he immediately did place, The barrel just against his breast, Then let fly, and bounce it went, The lady scream'd with discontent.
Then strait into the room she run, And saw he had his business done; For he lay bleeding on the floor, And she for help cry'd o'er and o'er. Haste and fly, or he'll die, Bring a surgeon speedily. Then she laid her on the ground, Gently wiping of his wound, And with weeping eyes did say, Heaven save my love this day, If he lives, him I'll have, Or will follow him to the grave. The lieutenant did then reply, Ten thousand deaths I'd rather die, Therefore lady weep no more, Since you love, I'm happy sure, For it's you my life can save, And your love is all I crave. Since providence has took such care, Of my dear love his life to spare; And now the wedding-day is nigh, For the future I will never cry. Ha! ha! ha! maids take care, Lest your lover should despair. In Windsor chappel they were wed, And flowers all the way was spread, A sumptuous dinner too had they, With musick and dancing all the day; And at night in great store, They had pleasure more and more.
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