%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Remedy for the GREENSICKNESS. / A pretty Damsel full of love, / Lay panting all alone, / Which did a Youngsters pitty move, / To hear her sigh and groan. 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 07/11/2021 37512

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R182620 1 Philander Ah Cruel Bloody Fate Philander A Handsom buxom Lass / lay panting in her bed, British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 157 2: 158 A Remedy for the GREENSICKNESS. / A pretty Damsel full of love, / Lay panting all alone, / Which did a Youngsters pitty move, / To hear her sigh and groan. A Remedy for the GREENSICKNESS. A pretty Damsel full of love, Lay panting all alone, Which did a Youngster's pity move, To hear her sigh and groan. ?-? F. Cole. T. Vere. J. VVright / J. Clark. VV. Thackery, & T. Passenger

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A Handsom buxom Lass lay panting in her bed, She look't as green as grass and mournfully she said. Except I have some lusty lad to ease me of my pain, I cannot live I sigh and grieve, My Life I now disdain. But if some bonny Lad would be so kind to me, Before I am quite mad to end my misery. And coole those burning flames of fire which rage within my Brest, Then should I be From torments free, And be forever blest. I am both young and fair yet 'tis my fortune hard, I'me ready to despair my pleasures are debar'd
And I poor soul cannot enjoy nor tast of Lovers bliss, Whilst others meet, Those joyes so sweet, Oh! what a life is this. Were but my passion known sure some would pitty me, That lys so long alone for want of company. Had I some young man in my Arms that would be brisk and brave, My pains would end, He'd prove my Friend, And keep me from my grave. For this tormenting pain I cannot long endure, My hopes are all in vain, if I expect a cure, Without some thundring lad comes in and with a courage bold, Grant me delight. I'de him requite, With silver and with Gold.
A gallant lively Lad that in the next room lay, It made his heart full glad to hear what she did say. Into the room immediately this youngster he did rush, Some words he spoke, Love to provoke, But she straight cryed out hush. My Father he will hear and then we'r both undone, Quoth he love do not fear i'le venture for a Son. The coverled he then threw off and jump'd into the Bed, And in a trice, He kiss'd her twice, Then to his Chamber fled. And blushing all alone this Damsel sweating lay, Her troubles they were gone thus softly she did say. Had I but known that Lovers bliss had been so sweet a taste, I'de nere have Stay'd Nor beg'd nor pray'd That so much time did waste. This lusty Youthful boy that banisht all my pain, I must his love enjoy e're it be long again. For Gold and Silver ile not spare, can that his courage prove, He has an Art, Without all smart, Green Sickness to remove. A sigh she gave and said oh! come again to me, For I am half affraid I shall not cured be, At this first bout then prithee try to help me once again, Count me not bold, Ile give thee Gold Enough for all thy pain.
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