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R179897 2 Highlanders Ma[r]ch Highlanders' March, The Highlanders' March to the same Tune Highlanders' March, The To the Same Tune ALL in a fair morning for sweet recreation, / I heard a fair Lady was making great moan, IN Scotland my dearest and I were together, / while he was couragious and noble in heart, Ile find out my true love. / where ever he be. Ile find out my true love / where ever he be. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 32 The Ladies Lamentation. / For the losse of her Land-lord. The Ladies Lamentation. For the losse of her Land-lord. The Ladies' Lamentation. For the loss of her Landlord. ?-? Richard Burten

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ALL in a fair morning for sweet recreation, I heard a fair Lady was making great moan, Sighing and sobbing with sad lamentation saying, her Black-bird (most Royall) is gone. O Fates that have me deceived with sorrow much grieved, Ile be reprieved, from sad misery. Else I, as duty doth bind me, and Cupid assign'd me, Ile find out my true love. where ever he be. Once with much excellency my Love did fleurish, & was the chief flower that England did spring, All vertue bequeath'd him his person to nourish, as if he by lineage had come from a King. But now this fond fickle Fortune whose wheel is uncertaine. That causes this parting bewixt him and me. The alive doe remaine in France or in Spain Ile find out my true love where ever he be.
The birds in the green woods are mated together the Turtle is chosen to be with the Dove, So I am resolved come fair or foul weather, this Spring for to find out my Lord and my love, Tis he that is my hearts treasure, my joy, and my pleasure, And having such leisure most sweetly Ile flee, For he is valiant and kind, and faithfull in mind, Ile find out my true love where ever he be. Both youngmen & maidens now chuse by ele[cti]on, then why should not I and my true love be joyn'd? To heaven I will pray for a blessed protection, to make me succesfull my Landlord to find, His wings are fatally clipped and absolutely stripped, With thier woes nipped, which humbleth me. If he his fame do advance in Spain, or in France Ile find out my true love where ever he be.
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IN Scotland my dearest and I were together, while he was couragious and noble in heart, A wo is the time when last we came hither, O then he was forced away to depart. Though he in Scotland was deemed, and Royall esteemed, A Stranger seemed in England to bee, But I as duty doth bind me and Cupid assign'd me, Ile find out my true love where ever he be. At Worster being routed, O sad lamentation, for sorrow amongst us was wonderfull rife, Dispersed and scattered quite thorow the Nation, tis well that he scaped away with his life. Else he had layn with his father intered together, So leaving his mother in sad misery, If he alive do remain in France or in Spain, Ile find out my true love where ever he be.
If that the Fowlers my Black-bird had takene, then sighing and sobbing had been all my tun Although for a while he hath me forsaken, I hope for to find him in May or in June. Ile go thorow water and fire, throw mud, and thorow mire My love is intire in every degree. I know he is valiant & kind, and faithfull in mind, Ile find out my true love where ever he be. It is not the Ocean shall fear me with danger, for now like a pilgrim ile wander forlorn, A man may find more love from one that's a stranger then he that is native an English-man born. Ile pray that heaven may be gracious to England so spacious, Though some be audacious to him and to me. If he his fame do advance in Spaine or in France. Ile find out my true love where ever he be.
Printed for Richard Burton at the Horseshooe in Smithfield, 1651.