%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / FORLORN LOVER; / DECLARING / How a LASS gave her LOVER three Slips for a Teaster, / And married another a Week before Easter. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1750-1750 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/08/2018 35683

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T40031 1 To a pleasant new Tune Love is the Cause of My Mourning To a Pleasant New Tune A Week before Easter, / The days long and clear, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : THE / FORLORN LOVER; / DECLARING / How a LASS gave her LOVER three Slips for a Teaster, / And married another a Week before Easter. THE FORLORN LOVER; DECLARING How a LASS gave her LOVER three Slips for a Tester, And married another a Week before Easter. 1750-1750

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A Week before Easter, The days long and clear, So bright was the Sun, And so cool was the Air; I went to the Forest, Some Flowers to find there, And the Forest would yield me no Posies. The Wheat and the Rye, That do grow so green, The Hedges and Trees, In their several Coats; The small Birds do sing. In their changeable Notes, But their grows no Strawberries or Roses.
I went to the Meadow, Some time there to spend, And to come back again, Did fully intend; But as I came back, I met with a Friend, And 'twas Love is the cause of my Mourning. I lov'd a fair Lady, This many a Day, And now to requite me, She's married away; Here she now hath left me, In Sorrow to stay, But now I begin to consider.
I loved her dear, And I loved her well, I hated those People, That of her spoke ill, Many a one told me What she once did say, Yet I would then hardly believe them, But when I did hear. My Love was in the Church, I went out from my Seat, And sat in the Porch; I found I should surely, Be left in the Lurch, I thought that my Heart would be broken. But when I did see, My Love to the Church go, With all her Bride-Maidens, They made such a show; I laugh'd in Conceit, Though my heart was full low, To see how much she was regarded. But when I saw my Love Within the Church stand, Gold Ring on her Finger. Well sealed with a Hand; He had so endu'd her, With both House and Land, That nothing but Death could them sever. But when the Bride-Maidens, Had dress'd her for Bed, I stepp'd in amongst them, And kissed the Bride. And wish[']d to have been, Laid close by her Side, And by that Means I'd got the Favour. When she was laid in Bed, And dress'd all in White, My Eyes gush'd with Water, That drowned my Sight; I put off my Hat, And bid them good Night, And adieu my fair Sweetheart forever.
Oh! dig me a Grave, That's wide, large and deep, With a Turf at my Head, And another at my Feet; And there will I lie, And take a long sleep, And bid the World adieu forever. She plighted her Faith, To be my fair Bride, And now at last she hath; Me falsely depriv'd; I'll leave of my Wrath; Good Fortune, be my Guide, And deliver me from such another. I pity her Case, Much more than my own, That she should embrace, And join Hands in one; Whilst I am her true Love. And daily doth groan, My great Sorrows I cannot smother. Tho' Marriage hath bound her, She is much to blame And tho' he hath found her, Her Husband I am; Hereafter 'twill wound her, That she do[t]h me shame, When Conscience shall be her Accuser. Two Husbands she hath, By this wild Miscarriage, The one by a contract, The other by Marriage; She doth her whole Family Grosly disparage, But I will not plot to misuse her. Beware all young Men, Of Arts, or of Trades. Chuse warily when, You meet with such Maids; You'd better live single, And well in the Shades, Than follow such an Abuser.