%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Forlorn LOVER: / DECLARING HOW / A LASS gave her LOVER three Slips for a Tester, / And Married another a Week before EASTER. 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 08/31/2021 37479

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R177178 1 To a pleasant new Tune, &c. Love is the Cause of My Mourning To a Pleasant New Tune, etc. A Week before Easter, / the days long and clear, British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 126 2: 127 The Forlorn LOVER: / DECLARING HOW / A LASS gave her LOVER three Slips for a Tester, / And Married another a Week before EASTER. The Forlorn LOVER: DECLARING HOW A LASS gave her LOVER three Slips for a Tester, And Married another a Week before EASTER. Printer W.O. ?-?

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A Week before Easter, the days long and clear, So bright is the sun, and so cool is the air; I went into the forrest some flowers to find there, And the forrest would yield me no posies. The wheat and the rye, that groweth so green, The hedges and trees in their several coats; Small birds do sing But their changeable notes, in there groweth no strawberries or roses.
I went into a meadow some time for to spend, And to come back again, did fully intend; But as I came back I met with a Friend, And 'twas love was the cause of my mourning. I lov'd a fair Lady this many a day, And now to requite me, she's married away: Here she hath left me in sorrow to stay, But now I begin to consider.
I loved her dear, and I loved her well, I hated those People that spoke of her ill; Many a one told me, what she did say, Yet I would hardly believe 'em. But when I did hear my Love was in the Church, I went out of my seat, and sat in the Porch; I found I should falsly be left in the lurch; And thought that my heart would have broken. But when I did see my Love to the Church go, With all her Bride-maidens, they made such a show, I laught in conceit, but my heart was full Low, To see how highly she was regarded. But when I saw my Love in the Church stand, Gold ring on her finger, well seal'd with a hand, He had so endu'd her with house and with land, That nothing but Death can them se-ver. But when the Bride-maidens were having her to bed, I stept in amongst them and kissed the Bride; And wished to have been laid by her side; And by that means I got me a favour. When she was laid in bed, (drest up in white) My eyes gusht with water, that drowned my sight: I put off my hat, and bid all good-night, And adieu my fair Sweeting forever.
Oh! dig me a grave that is wide, large and deep, With a root at my head and another at my feet; There will I lye and take a long sleep, And so bid her farewel forever. She plithted her faith to be my fair Bride, And now at last hath me falsly depriv'd: I'll leave off my wrath, and wish God be my Guide, To save me from such another. I pitty her case, much more then my own, That she should imbrace, and joyn hands in one; Whilst I am her true Love, and daily doth groan, My sorrows I cannot smother. Though marriage hath bound her, she is much to blame, And though he hath found her, her Husband I am: Hereafter 'twill wound her, that she put me to shame, When Conscience shall be her Accuser. Two Husbands she hath by this wild miscarriage, The one by a Contract, the other by Marriage: She doth her whole Family grosly disparage; But yet i'll not plot to misuse her. Beware all young Men of Arts, or of Trades, Chuse warily when you meet with such Maids: You'd better live single, alone in the Shades, Then to love such an Abuser.
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