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N72034 1 NONE [unknown] IN Halifax-town there lived one, / Whose name I will not yet make known; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : The dutiful Daughter of HALIFAX. The dutiful Daughter of HALIFAX. 1750-1750

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IN Halifax-town there lived one, Whose name I will not yet make known; great tallow-chandler by his trade, Besides a rich man, as 'tis said. He had one child, a young daughter, But she, poor child, had no mother Living, to take her part, and she Was hated by her father, he, Who in short time marry'd again Another wife, who did disdain This young creature, as we hear; And proved unto her severe. At length seeing their cruelty The poor young creature she did cry, Alas! my mother dear said she, Is dead and gone, that loved me, Was she but living now, I'm sure, This sorrow I need not endure, As I do now with bleeding heart; I know that she'd have took my part. Then hearing of the moan she made, The cruel wretch, her father, said, Daughter, you shall to London go. Which will be for your good, I know. I have a friend that liveth there, Who of you will will take great care. So both she and her father they Did towards London ride away. But when they came to London, there This cruel wretch made it his care, Which was as we do understand, To send this child to Newfoundland. And in short time her father he With a sea captain did agree For to take this child quite o'er, Theraging seas where billows roar. Then homewards he return'd again, we will leave him to remain,
Like a sad cruel wretch, awhile, And shew what became of the child. AS this ship in the river lay, Waiting when the wind would obey. For time to sail, it happen'd so, The captain's wife on board did go. And as they merry-making were, She saw this damsel standing there; Who in her sight wept bitterly, Bemoaning her sad destiny. Alas! I am but twelve years old, And my father hath me sold. Altho' he hath no child but me, Yet I am sold a slave to be. Alas! a mother I have none, Who is alive to hear my moan, Which now I make, alas! she cry'd Oh! that I'd with my mother dy'd. Then hearing of the moan she made, The captain's wife unto him said, Husband, we have no child, said she, Pray give this poor child unto me. pity she should go a slave. Nay, then, my love, you shall her have. Then home she did this poor child take, And of her there she much did make. This sad voyage the captain, he And all the crew sunk in the sea; And in a matter of three year This captain's wife dy'd, as we hear. But just before her death, 'tis said, As she lay dying on her bed, Two hundred pounds she did her give, To help her whilst that she did live. And in short time after she Did go into the country; And there she did to service go, And living with a farmer, who
In short time fix'd his love on she; And he at rest could never be; But as she found it was for love, His grief she then did soon remove. And then to ease him of his care, She and her master marry'd were. And he her person did adore, For he was one had wealth in store. Now since Heaven did decree Such fortune for this creature she, I'll leave her for awhile, and shall Shew what to her father did befal. ONE morning before it was day, In a house where his tallow lay A dreadful fire happen'd there, By which her father ruin'd were. At last he sleeping on his bed, The fire seiz'd on him, 'tis said. He lost the use of his right-leg, And at last was forc'd to beg. Long time he begged at the door, For succour thro' many a town; And on a time it happen'd so, He to his daughter's house did go. And as he begged at the door, Crying, I pray, relieve the poor. And hearing of this man, then she Went to the door immediately. Then he with hat in hand did crave, Crying, I pray, madam, let me have, A lodging in your barn this night I hope the Lord will you requite. Said she to him, How came you lame? From whence came you? also your name? With that to her he did impart, Those things at last that pierc'd her heart. Said she, I in that town did dwell, And knew your daughter very well. What is become of her, said she? She has been dead some time, said he. Tho' she is dead yet for her sake, Into my house I will you take, You in a bed shall lie, said she, So in they went immediately Then down she sat him at the board, And the best the house could afford, Both drink and diet there was set Before him, saying, Pray now eat. When having supp'd to-bed he went, But he this night was innocent How this woman that nourish'd he. Had suffer'd by his cruelty.
In bed, to him she did clare a, Who this man was. Why then said he If so he shall remain with me. SO next day in the morning grey, This man arose to go his way, Returning great thanks unto she For the great kindness shewn to he. As he was going, with a smile She said, Do not be troubled, I have something to let you know Before that you from hence do go. She said, Do not be troubled You told me your daughter was dead But I who talk to you am she, Your child you sold for slavery. Wha she and her as Bu ta: are you? Yes I'm a retgy't hd sb your child u Nevertheless I'll you adore, And you about shall beg no more. Then with sad blushing cheeks he cry'd I am not able to abide Under the roof where such as thee, My child, do live, that nourish me. When I was almost starv'd to death. And like a vagabond here on earth Who had no settled home, but I Was forc'd sometimes in barns to lie. Seeing his tears she said, Don't grieve, I'll succour thee whilst I do live, I hope God will it me restore, To help my father, who is poor. Altho' thy cruel stony heart Has caused mine to bleed and smart, Yet I do freely you forgive, And your wants will now relieve. For in so doing I am sure, Will not diminish my great store, But rather cause it to encrease And hope will win me heaven's bliss. The fifth commandment I do know Which doth command children to show Duty to parents; therefore I Will honour you until I die. You sons and daughters far and near That do this famous ditty hear, Tho' your parents do you slight, Yet honour them both day and night And if your fortune may prove so, That you grow high, and they grow low And be in want, do you th[e]n feed, God will reward you for that deed.