%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An ANSWER to the / Bonny SCOT; / The Sorrowfull Complaint of the Yielding LASS. / In Care and Grief, without Relief, / this yielding Lass was left, / In this Distress and Heaviness / she was of hopes bereft. 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 03/19/2016 35259

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R30817 1 The Spinning-Wheel Spinning Wheel, The The Spinning Wheel BEhold, I pray, what's come to pass, / when twenty weeks was come and gone, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel [with variation] Houghton Library 25242.67 Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 8 An ANSWER to the / Bonny SCOT; / The Sorrowfull Complaint of the Yielding LASS. / In Care and Grief, without Relief, / this yielding Lass was left, / In this Distress and Heaviness / she was of hopes bereft. An ANSWER to the Bonny SCOT; The Sorrowfull Complaint of the Yielding LASS. In Care and Grief, without Relief, this yielding Lass was left, In this Distress and Heaviness she was of hopes bereft. An ANSWER to the Bonny SCOT; The Sorrowful Complaint of the Yielding LASS. In Care and Grief, without Relief, this yielding Lass was left, In this Distress and Heaviness she was of hopes bereft. ?-? P. Brooksby

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BEhold, I pray, what's come to pass, when twenty Weeks was come and gone, This bonny youthfull yielding Lass did sigh and bitterly take on, Saying, my Grief I may reveal, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel. With Honey words, both soft and sweet, alas! he has deluded me, My Heart within my Breast does beat to see my wofull Destiny: My Virgin-Treasure he did steal, Too soon I left my Spinning-Wheel.
Each Complement I did believe, so Serpent-like he did betray, That had there been a second Eve she hardly could have said him nay: The sad effects of this I feel, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel. He utter'd not one word of Truth, but with delusions led me on, And cropt the Rose-bud of my Youth, so that my splendid Glory's gone: My wounded Heart no one can heal, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel.
I Am a Damsel now defil'd, and am expos'd to open shame, For here I find myself with Child, and have no Father for the same: My very Tears do's Grief reveal, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel. For my young Scot sad moan I make, whose Beauty did my favour win; I find him like a painted Snake, that's fair without and false within: His cruel sting I yet do feel, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel. He came with a most noble Grace, so sweet, so charming, fair and trim, That I no sooner see his Face, but streight I did consent to him: Such flames of Love I then did feel, Which made me leave my Spinning-Wheel.
My Love no Favour will allow, he's gone and yields me no relief; For that small dram of Pleasure, now I feel a hundred weight of Grief: My Sorrows I cannot reveal, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel. Some Gallants most deceitfull are, as by Experience I may say, They'll call a Damsel charming Fair, untill their Hearts they do betray: In grief I may this truth reveal, Too soon I left my Spinning-wheel.
FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner.