%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Mourning Conquest: Or, / The Womans sad Complaint, and doleful Cry, / To see her Love in Fainting fits to lye. 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 07/18/2021 37485

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R180777 1 A loving Husband will not be unto his Wife unkind Alas, Poor Thing A Loving Husband Will Not Be Unto His Wife Unkind AS I did walk abroad one time, / I chanced for to see, Alas poor thing. British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 131 2: 132 The Mourning Conquest: Or, / The Womans sad Complaint, and doleful Cry, / To see her Love in Fainting fits to lye. The Mourning Conquest: Or, The Woman's sad Complaint, and doleful Cry, To see her Love in Fainting fits to lye. ?-? I. Wright, I. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger

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AS I did walk abroad one time, I chanced for to see, A Young-man and a Maid, but they did not know of me: She being in the vain then, chuckt him under the Chin, And smiling in his face, she said, Alas poor thing. The Young man very bashfull was, but had a good intent, He lov'd the Maid with all his heart, but knew not what she meant: And much ado she had poor heart, this Young-man for to bring Unto her bow, which made her cry, alas poor thing. She by his loving Complements did understand and find, That she might safely let him go, and understand her mind:
Pretending for to stumble, on the ground herself did fling, And said sweetheart I fell by chance, Alas poor thing. The Young-man standing all amaz'd for a little space, And finding opportunity, and a convenient place: Under a shady Bower, close by a pleasant Spring, Upon the Maid himself he throws, alas poor thing. I could not chuse but laugh to see these two so close imploy'd, The Young-man was contented, and the Maid was overjoy'd: Expressing of her love, she did closely to him cling, But finding him begin to fail, alas poor thing.
IT was not long ere this young-man was tired with this sport, He laid him down to rest awhile, he took his breath full short: She turn'd about and kist him, and did closely to him cling, sweet-heart (quod she) how dost thou now, alas poor thing. But finding him in fainting fits, she then began to weep, and with her hands she rubb'd his joynts, to keep this Youth from sleep: Quod she, sweet-heart, thy weakness make? my very heart to sting, Come fie for shame, rouze up thyself, alas poor thing. And coming to himself again, his face lookt wondrous wan, Wishing he were as strong, as when he first with her began: And in a rage he swore, he thought no Woman e're could bring A man so weak, which made him cry, alas poor thing. Quoth she, sweet-heart, the souldier that doth venture in the Field, Although at first repulsed, yet the day they will not yield.
But face about, and Charge again, and take the other fling, Il'e do my best to second thee, alas poor thing. Poor heart, she said, what in her lay, this young-mans heart to cheer, By kissing him, and calling him, her Honey and her Dear, But finding of his Courage, so sadly for to hing, Down she fell again and cry'd, alas poor thing. The young man hearing of her moan his credit for to gain, Resolving for to try his strength, but all was spent in vain: And troubling of his love stain-mind he like a logg did cling, Which made her kick him off, and cry, alas poor thing. So to conclude, I saw this youth, most fairly beat in Field: The stoutest heart that ever drew, is sometimes forc'd to yield, And so put up his Blade again, there sadly for to hing, And leave his Foe to sigh and cry alas poor thing.
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