%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> [The crost Couple, OR / A good Misfortune. / Which in a pleasant Ditty discovers, The fortunate cross of a couple of Lovers.] 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 10/16/2018 36406

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R227889 [ILle tell you a tale no stranger than true,] / [The sport on't is old, but the Sonnet is new] O Come my own Deare lets dally awhile / ahou hast uicken'd my Spirits now with a [of a fa la la la la la] [with variation] with q fala la la la la la, [with variation] Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 28 [The crost Couple, OR / A good Misfortune. / Which in a pleasant Ditty discovers, The fortunate cross of a couple of Lovers.] The crossed Couple, OR A good Misfortune. Which in a pleasant Ditty discovers, The fortunate cross of a couple of Lovers. ?-?

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O Come my own Deare lets dally awhile with a fa la la la la la la, hou hast quicken'd my Spirits now with a smile and thy fa la la la la la la, he trembling of thy Lips do show, Thou hast no power to say me no, Which makes me have a moneths mind unto thy fa la la la la la la, This hearty kisse is a sign thou wilt yeeld, to thy fa la, etc. The white of thy eye speaks peace in the Field with a fa la, etc. Then for a vaile to hide thy face, Ile cloud thee with a sweet imbrace, There's many would wish that they were in thy place with their fa la, etc. Oh do not sigh to hear me intice, with a fa la, etc. Thou nere hadst bin got, had thy Mother bin nice with her fa la, etc. Then prethee put me out of my pain, For I am now in a merry vain, Lets play at that game, where the loosers do gain with their fa la, etc. But oh my own dear, why lyest thou so still? with thy fa la, etc. Art thou in a swound, or what is thy will, with thy fa la, etc. I prethee joy take no such grief Since I am so neer to thy reliefe, Oh, let me play the amorous thief with thy fa la, etc. My dearest of all, why holdst thou so fast, with a fa la, etc. Ile swear we will marry if thou wilt make haste with thy [f]a la etc. Cupid doth give us leave to play, Thy very blushes do betray That thou dost interpret what I have to say with a fa la, etc.
Then on her Brow her Vaile she spred, with a fa la. etc: As if he'd been going to cut off her head with his fa la, etc. He with his Lips her mouth did wipe, And gave her many an earnest gripe, For just now my Lady was yielding ripe, with her fa la, etc. In what a fret was I in the tree, with a fa la, etc. That I had not then another by me, with her fa la, etc. Then I perceiv'd they whisper'd awhile, With many fair pleadings he did her beguile Sure something he show'd her which made her to smile with a fa la, etc. He said he was sure they could not be spyed with a fa la, etc. But I (if I durst) could have told him he ly'd with his fa la, etc. I fear'd I should be brought to light; She so often cast up her eyes so bright, The pleasure of love did so dazle her sight, and her fa la, etc, My Gamster could no longer forbear, her fa la, etc. No more should I, if I had been there, by her fa la, etc. I turn'd and served my body round, To see my Gallant scale the Town; But his getting up, made me tumble down, with a fa la, etc. Such was my fate, no mischief I had, with a fa la, etc. My Lovers both run as if they'd been mad, with their fa la, etc. And now I hope a warning 'twill be, How they in such sinful pleasures agree, For fear of the Devil that feel from the tr[ee] with his fa la la la la la la.