%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Hartford-shire Damosel in great Distress. / This Country Girl is troubled in her mind, / Because young-men to her will not be kind, / She sighs and sobs, and loudly doth cry, / It is for a Sweet-heart I surely shall dye; / O young men come quickly, this is her song; / If you don't ease me, I shall not live long. 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 09/18/2018 35906

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R233130 1 My Father gave me House and Land [unknown] My Father Gave Me House and Land YOu pritty Damsels fair and young, / my care I pray you pitty: For I look West, North, East and South, / because so long I've tarried: / The mark apace grows out of my mouth, / and I fear I shall never be Married. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : The Hartford-shire Damosel in great Distress. / This Country Girl is troubled in her mind, / Because young-men to her will not be kind, / She sighs and sobs, and loudly doth cry, / It is for a Sweet-heart I surely shall dye; / O young men come quickly, this is her song; / If you don't ease me, I shall not live long. The Hartford-shire Damsel in great Distress. This Country Girl is troubled in her mind, Because young-men to her will not be kind, She sighs and sobs, and loudly doth cry, It is for a Sweetheart I surely shall die; O young men come quickly, this is her song; If you don't ease me, I shall not live long. 1690-1690 P. Brooksby

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YOu pritty Damsels fair and young, my care I pray you pitty: I'le in brief declare how I have wrong, if you'l listen to my ditty: I've liv'd a Maid this twenty year, now my heart with love is laden: I vow and swear it makes me fear that I shall dye a Maiden, For I look West, North, East, and South, because so long I've tarried: The mark apace grows out of my mouth, and I fear I shall never be Married. When as I was fifteen, as be some of you, I had Suitors a great many; But I was very coy and stout, and never would love any:
I woo'd was by an honest young-man, rather than his life he would have me; But with mocks and jears I paid him agen, for all the rich gifts that he gave me: But now I look, etc. Jeffery, James, also honest John, all lusty young Lads and nimble; But I mockt and jeer'd them every one, and told them they did dissemble: I was not so scornful, but now i'm as kind I would not stand long for to prove him: If he were a broom-man he'd please my mind I'de kiss him, and dearly i'de love him. For I look West, North, East, and South, because so long I have tarried; The mark apace grows out of my mouth, and I fear I shall never be married.
SUrely I shant live if I hant a Man, for with love I am so tosticated, That truth for to say, I may curse the Day that e're my first suitor I hated: For my poor head is come to that pass, I cant remember the work in beginning, For insteed of the Dishes the Table I wash, and care when I should be a spining: This makes me look, etc. When I go to bed in hopes for rest, and when as I should be sleeping: To think on a Man my hearts so opprest, I cannot chuse but fall a weeping: At Wakes or at Fairs where Lovers do meet, I like a Drone do follow after; To see them imbrace with kisses so sweet, Oh how my lips then they do water. This makes me look, etc. To see the brave comforts some maidens enjoy when they sing to their loves sweet sonnet, Or a married to how a young boy, It makes me e'n mad to think on it: I that have tender'd the service of love, for my scornful tricks I am hated; But if young-men once my mind would but prove, I unto them soon would relate it. But still I look, etc. They quickly should find that I would be kind, and not stand long complementing; If it were John or Will, his mind i'de fulfill, and seek by all means to content him: If I had a Husband as some women have, I never would seek to displease him; Although I were homely yet he should go brave of his troubles i'de seek for ease him: Yet I must look, etc. Tho Money be scant, yet he should not want, I'de toyl, I'de work and I'd labour; Toth' Ale-house I after him never would haunt but to please him I'de do my endeavoer, I would not abuse him in thought word or deed but kiss him and call him my Honey:
I'de strivfe for to help him to what he did need, he should carry Purse and the Money: But still I look, etc. Young maidens be sure don't slight y'r first love although there come never so many: Make much of him, and on him approve, for fear you should never get any, For you little do think the trouble I'm in, since the time my love and I parted: For this I dare say by night and day, that he was a Man loyal-hearted; It makes me look, etc. Was I not a fool then with him to part, for he loved me more dear than my Brother, And his tongue I dare say agreed with's heart I never shall have such another: If I had a hundred pound in good Gold, or as much more were at my disposing: I would give it all, and ne'r be controul'd, to lodg but one night in his bosome: Yet I must look, etc. But now 'tis too late to call him again, since that so much I him slighted; I might a made more on him, that's very plain then with love he would me requited: But when the Steed's stolen then lock the door, while he was with me I never did mind him But now he's gone I shall ne'r see him more, nor I know not where for to find him: This makes me look, etc. All you pritty Girls that are fair and young, Ide wish you no longer to tarry, Don't do as Ive done, yourselves for to wrong but with speed make hast to mary: For I am crost, my Love I have lost, and others from me are quite departed; It makes me to weep when as I should sleep, and Im sure shall ne'r be light hearted. Still I look West, North, East, and South, because so long I have taried; The mark apace grows out of my mouth, and I fear I shall never be maried.
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