%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Lamenting Ladies last Farewel to / the WORLD. / Who being in a strange Exile, bewails her own misery, com- / plains upon Fortune and Destiny; describeth the manner of her / breeding, deplores the loss of her Parents, wishing peace and / happiness to England which was her Native Countrey, and / withal resolved her death, chearfully commending her Soul to / Heaven, and her body to the Earth, and quietly departed this / Life. 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 06/27/2014 33357

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R179323 1 O hone, O hone. Franklin Is Fled Away O hone, O hone. MOurnful Melpomony / assist my Quill, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 824 The Lamenting Ladies last Farewel to / the WORLD. / Who being in a strange Exile, bewails her own misery, com- / plains upon Fortune and Destiny; describeth the manner of her / breeding, deplores the loss of her Parents, wishing peace and / happiness to England which was her Native Countrey, and / withal resolved her death, chearfully commending her Soul to / Heaven, and her body to the Earth, and quietly departed this / Life. The Lamenting Ladies last Farewel to the WORLD. Who, being in a strange Exile, bewails her own misery, com- plains upon Fortune and Destiny; describeth the manner of her breeding, deplores the loss of her Parents, wishing peace and happiness to England which was her Native Countrey, and withal resolved for death, chearfully commending her Soul to Heaven, and her body to the Earth, and quietly departed this Life. The Lamenting Lady's last Farewell to the WORLD. Who being in a strange Exile, bewails her own misery, complains upon Fortune and Destiny; describes the manner of her breeding, deplores the loss of her Parents, wishing peace and happiness to England which was her Native Country, and withal resolved her death, cheerfully commending her Soul to Heaven, and her body to the Earth, and quietly departed this Life. ?-? W. Thackeray

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MOurnful Melpomony assist my Quill, That I may pensively now make my Will; Guide thou my hand to write, And sences to indite, A Ladies last good-night, O pitty me. I that was Nobly Born, hither am sent, Like to a Wretch forlorn, here to lament, In this most strange Exile, Here to remain a while, Till heaven be pleas'd to smile, and send for me.
My Friends cannot come nigh me in this place; Nor bear me company, such is my case: Poor I am left alone, But few regard my moan, All my Delights are gone, Heaven succour me. Each Day with cares and fears I am perplext, My Drink is brinish Tears, with sorrow mixt: When others soundly sleep, I sadly sob and weep, Opprest with Dangers deep, Lord comfort me.
WHen England flourished, my Parents dear, Tenderly nourished me many a Year: I was advanc'd on high, In place of Dignity, In Golden Bravery they Decked me. My Garments deckt with Gold, richly approved, Never was English Girl better beloved; Old and young, great and small, Waited upon my call, I had the love of all that did know me. But from my former state I am call'd back, Through Destiny and Fate, all goes to wrack; Fortune did lately frown, And caught me by the crown, So pull'd me headlong down, Oh! woe is me. My dear Friends are decay'd, which lov'd me best, Never was harmless Maid so much distrest;
My Father he is dead, My Mother banished, All joys are from me fled, Heaven comfort me. How well are they at ease, and sweetly blest, That may go where they please, and where they list, To see their Parents kind, As Nature doth them bind, Such joys I cannot find, Oh! woe is me. All earthly helps are gone, I will and must Onely in God alone put my whole trust; O blessed Trinity, One God and Persons three, Release my misery, and comfort me. No creature on the Earth can ease my grief, Until such time as Death yield me relief: A Coffin and a Grave Is that which I would have, Sweet Christ my Soul receive, and succour me.
My Enemies that be both great and small, Good Lord I pray to thee forgive them all: May England flourish brave, When I am laid in Grave, So thus I take my leave, Christ calls for me. I have in Heaven above, a place prepar'd, Never shall I depart from thence afterward: Go tole my Passing-Bell, Whilst Angels ring my Knell, So vain World now farewel, Christ sends for me. When she these words had spoke with cheerful heart, The noble-minded Maid then did depart: No doubt her Soul's at rest, With them whom God hath blest, The last words she exprest, was, Christ calls for me.
FINIS. Licensed according to Order. Printed for W. Thackeray, at the Angel in Duck-Lane.