%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The young / DAMOSELS COMPLAIN[T] / For being slighted by a Youngman in a Palmers Weed. 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 07/14/2014 34155

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T180333 THe Carle came hirpling ov'r a tree / With many fair fleetching good dayes & good Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 22 The young / DAMOSELS COMPLAIN[T] / For being slighted by a Youngman in a Palmers Weed. The young DAMSEL'S COMPLAIN[T] For being slighted by a Young man in a Palmer's Weed. ?-?

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1. THe Carle came hirpling ov'r a tree With many fair fleetching good dayes & good deens to me, Saying good wife, for your Courtesy Will you lodge a silly poor man? 2. The night was rainy and he was all wett, And down before the fire he satt, He flung his Meal-pock off his back And he began and sang. 3. And O (quoth he) gif I were as free, As first, when I came to this Countrey; Then blyth and merry would I be, And I would never think lang, O! 4. O then (quoth she) gif I were as white, As ever the snow lay on the dike! Then would I dress me Lady-like, And with thee, I would gang. 5. Then (quoth he) gif thou wert as black, As ever the Croun of thy Fathers hatt, Gif thou would lye down by my back, And with me thou should gang. 6. These two together made a plott, To rise a little before the Cock; And so cunningly they shutt the lock, And to the fields they'r gon. 7. Be times in the morning the good wife she rose, And laisily put on here Cloaths; And to the Servant Lass she goes: Where lyes this poor old Man. 8. She did gang, where the poor man lay; And the Strae was cold and he was away, She clapped here hands, and cry'd wallawae: For some of her gear his gone. 9. Some ran to Coffers, and some to Chests, But there was nothing there, which she had mist: She clapped her hands and cry'd thanks be blest, Wee mett with a leill poor man. I0. But who can ease me of my pain To bring these Traytors back again: For he's be burnt, and she's be slayn, That woefull Gaberlungie man.
11. Some rade on Horses, and some on foot, The wife was so sorry, she ran out of her wit, But she was twice as far out of the gate Even with that Gaberluingie man. 12. Her Reply. Mother she sayes, I do you exhort, If any such Beggars come athort, Give them a little of your support, And let them not stay too long O! 13. For if they stay but over a night Sure all things then will not rule right: For I have gotten such ane a slight, Even with this Gaberlungie man. 14. Yet will I sell both Rock and Reel, And so will I my Spinning-wheel, And I will buy ane Staff of Steel, And with him I will gang, O! 15. His Reply. Fair maid, (he sayes) thou art too young, Thou hast not learnt the Beggers tongu[e] To follow me from Town to Town, And bear my Gaberluingie, O! 16. Her Reply. I will cruick my leg and bow my knee And draw a black cloute over mine eye, And some time, creeple, they will call m[e] And with thee I will gang, O! 17. If my Mother wist, that I were with you So ill-fav'rdly. she wad cruick, her mo[w] And another poor man she wad never trow For such a Gaberluingie, O! 18. His Reply. Fair maid, if thou gang, thou shalt no[?] And I's lay thee every night by my side And I's dresse thee as ever was any Bride: For I's dresse thee as I can, O! 19. Her Reply. With Calk and Keel I shall win my bread, And with Spinnels and Thorles, gif ye sta[d] And that's a Genty Trade Indeed And I'le bear thy Gaberluingie man.
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