%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / Covetous Old Mother; / Or, The terrible Overthrow of / Two Loyal Lovers. / You that these woful Tidings hear, / Can you forbear to shed a Tear, / Surely your tender Hearts must bleed, / When you these moving Lines do read. 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 10/19/2018 36130

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T34351 1 Oh! so uugrateful Creature, &c. [unknown] Oh! So Ungrateful Creature, etc. THere was a wealthy young 'Squire, / Who a fair Damsel did love; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : THE / Covetous Old Mother; / Or, The terrible Overthrow of / Two Loyal Lovers. / You that these woful Tidings hear, / Can you forbear to shed a Tear, / Surely your tender Hearts must bleed, / When you these moving Lines do read. THE Covetous Old Mother; Or, The terrible Overthrow of Two Loyal Lovers. You that these woeful Tidings hear, Can you forbear to shed a Tear, Surely your tender Hearts must bleed, When you these moving Lines do read. Printer JOHN WHITE ?-?

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You that these woful Tidings hear, Can you forbear to shed a Tear, Surely your tender Hearts must bleed, When you these moving Lines do read. To the Tune of, Oh! so ungrateful Creature, etc.
THere was a wealthy young 'Squire, Who a fair Damsel did love; Nay, and it was so intire, Nothing his Fancy could move: She was of ordinary Parents, Which when his Friends they did know, They strove to set them at Variance, Proving their sad Overthrow.
Son, said his indulgent Mother, Pray now listen unto me, I have consider'd another, Suitable to your Degree: That you may rise to Promotion, She is both virtuous and fair, Two thousand Pounds to her Portion, Therefore your Folly forbear.
Mother, those Charms do inflame me, Which in my Dear I behold; Therefore I pray do not blame me, True Love is better than Gold: Might I have Wealth out of Measure, Nothing my Mind can remove, I'll never marry for Treasure, Give me the Creature I love. I can maintain like a Lady She whom I do adore, Have I not Riches already, What need I covet for more. If you give me not One Penny, I have a Hundred a Year, Now if I marry with any, It shall be Nancy my Dear. Son, if your Love be so routed, That from her you cannot part, By me it sha'n't be disputed, Take her then withal my Heart; But she in this was deceitful, As by this Ditty you'll find, Never was Action more hateful, Malice remain'd in her Mind. Straight she repair'd to this Creature, Vowing to send her away; Yet with a Smile she did meet her, Saying, dear Daughter, this Day, We will go to buy your Attire, Every Thing I'll provide; 'Tis my unfeigned Desire, That you shall be my Son's Bride.
Thus was the Matter contrived, Just as his Mother would have; Then to the Captain in private, She sold her to be a Slave. She from Old England did send her, Fill'd with much Sorrow and Woe, Their was no Soul to defend her, But was compelled to go. When her Invention was over, Then she return'd to her Son, Freely to him did discover, Presently what she had done. When he heard what she had acted, His Rapier straight he pull'd forth, Raving like one quite distracted, Crying, You've ruined us both. Then on the point of his Rapier, He did immediately fall, His Life did go like a Vapour, This was the Ruin of all. His Mother more than uncivil, Was of a covetous Mind, Money's the Root of all Evil, Caus'd this Confusion we find. Now does his Mother with Weeping, Weary out many a Day, While her dear Son lies a Sleeping, Low in a cold Bed of Clay: This is a dismal Relation, She whom he much did adore, Now is sent far from the Nation, Where she'll never see him more.
Newcastle: Printed and sold by JOHN WHITE.