%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Where Helen Lyes. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1690-1690 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/14/2014 34089

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R186428 MY sweetest sweet and fairest fair, / of birth and worth beyond compare I would I were where Helen lyes, / where Helen lyes, where Helen lyes, / For night and day on me she cryes, / in land where ever she be. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 2 Where Helen Lyes. Where Helen Lies. 1690-1690

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MY sweetest sweet and fairest fair, of birth and worth beyond compare Thou art the causer of my care since first I loved thee: I would I were where Helen lyes. where Helen lyes, where Helen lyes, For night and day on me she cryes, in land where ever she be. Thy face is full of blesse[d]ness, thy lips is full of comliness, Thy countenance is loveliness: with heart. O i pitie me; I would I were, etc. Pitie and vertue they do meet, which makes thy body so compleat, The love of thee my only sweet can only comfort me. I would I were, etc. Yet GOD hath given to me a mind, the which to thee shal prove as kind, As any one that thou shalt find, of high or low degree. I would I were, etc. Yet nevertheless I am content, and never a whit my love repent; But think the time it was well spent though I disdained be. I would I were, etc. Yet Venus loved a shepherds swain, whose name is called Ordemain, And Rosmount an inferior man, why may not thou love me? I would I were, etc. [W]hat contemplation be to me, the height of my felicitie? [S]hal I adore a Deitie, can no wayes passed be? [I] would I were, etc. [S]hal I continue still to love, whom neither tears nor sighs can move? [S]uch constancie will fullie prove no truth but flatterie, [I] would I were, etc. [T]he shaldest river makes most dine, the deepest pool, the deadest lin, [T]he richest man least truth within, though he preferred be. [I] would I were, etc. The Eagle and the Cock a match, cannot stop the Butterflie to catch, Nor can the Hare feed with the Ratch, no more canst thou love me. [I] would I were etc. [B]ut here I swear I'le be as true as any one shal favour you [T]he love I love I'le never rue untill the day I die. [I] would I were, etc. My heart with thee thou hast in eye, with thee to live and also dye, [I] love thee for thy constancy, and evermore shall do, [I] would I were, etc. No accident can have the force, to change my love or yet it cross, Nor can the world with its dross, hinner my love from you. [I] would I were, etc.
O Helen fair, without compare, let not [nor] dispare, nor killing care, My pure heart tear but one word maire, and say thou pities me. I would I were, etc. O Helen Sweet, and most compleat, my captive sp'rit pyne at thy feet, O think not fit thus for to treat, thy prisoner with crueltie. I would I were, etc. O Helen brave this still I crave, on thy poor slave some pity have O do him save who's near his grave, and dies for love of thee, I would I were, etc. O Helen best discreet, modest, who is possest with thee is blest: With happiness[s] thou art increst, Oh, if I wer[e] with thee. I would I were, etc. O Helen wise, do not dispise the humble cryes of him who dyes, Look where he lyes and bid him rise, and live and hope for thee. I would I were, etc. O Helen great in my conceit, my ridged fate I must regra[te,] Rigour abate, do not him hate, who loves thee till he die. I would I were, etc. O Helen co[y,] my love my joy, [do not employ the] winged boy, [Me to destroy, or to annoy] that [heart, who sighs] for thee. I would I [we]re, etc. O Helen chaste, my wounds bleed fast my life doth waste, and makes hast great, Thou wilt at last when time is past, repent thy cruelty. I would I were, etc. O Helen fai[re,] O Helen sweet, O Helen [bra]ve, O Helen best, O Helen wise, O Helen great, O Helen coy and Chaste. I would I were, etc. Think on the place where we have been imbracing of my love Helen, At Venus game hath been right keen but now I them deny. I would I were, etc. O Helen rare, O Helen fair, I'le wear a Garland of thy hair, Shal cover me for evermair, untill the day I die. I would I were, etc. O that I were where I would be, even in beneath you green wood tree, And my own Deary on my knee, so well as we should gree. I would I were where Helen lyes where Helen lyes, where Helen lyes For night and day on me she cryes in land where ever she be
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