%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The DAMOSELS Tragedy: / OR, True Love in Distress. / Being an account of a young Man, who Slighting a young / Maiden who had fix'd her love upon him, did thereby cause her to end her days in / Dispair by a dreadful Dose of Poyson. 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 07/12/2021 37728

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R227084 1 Charon, &c. Charon Make Haste Charon, etc. YOu Loyal Lovers attend to my Ditty, / which with a sorrowful heart I raise, No body knows what I undergo! [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 108 The DAMOSELS Tragedy: / OR, True Love in Distress. / Being an account of a young Man, who Slighting a young / Maiden who had fix'd her love upon him, did thereby cause her to end her days in / Dispair by a dreadful Dose of Poyson. The DAMSEL'S Tragedy: OR, True Love in Distress. Being an account of a young Man, who Slighting a young Maiden who had fixed her love upon him, did thereby cause her to end her days in Despair by a dreadful Dose of Poison. ?-? J. Back

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YOu Loyal Lovers attend to my Ditty, which with a sorrowful heart I raise, 'Tis of a Damsel, the more is the pitty, who with strong Poyson did end her days: Fair Elinor this Lass was named, John the cause of all her Woe, Sighing she said, tho' I here may be blamed, Nobody knows what I undergo! In my soft Breast is a secret Fire, which by the power of Love increas'd, Nothing but Death is my earnest desire, hoping there by I shall be releast:
For I have lost my dearest Jewel, this to my Grief, alas! I know, My dearest Johnny, O why now so Cruel! you little think what I undergo. Here do I languish by you unlamented, now my poor innocent heart's betray'd, How can you any way here be contented, when you have ruin'd a harmless Maid? To me you have been most false hearted, proving my final overthrow, Since from my presence you have departed, Nobody knows what I undergo!
Every Vein in my heart now does tingle, while I in sorrow am left alone, Many sad Sighs with my Tears I mingle, while to the world here I make my moan: O that I might but once behold him, then would it Expiate my Woe, But in my arms I shall never infold him, Nobody knows what I undergo! down from her eyes the tears flow'd like a fountain being surrounded with Care and Grief, And tho' her sorrows she still was recanting, there was no Creature to yield Relief: Many a bitter Sigh she giving, while her poor heart was sunk full low, Said she, I here am a weary of Living, Nobody knows what I undergo. In her strange Fancy ran many a Notion, before the passion of Love was past, At length it was to prepare a sad Potion, the which bereav'd her of Life at last: Then as in Torments she lay Dying, being opprest with Grief and Woe, Wringing her hands like a Lover, and crying, Nobody knows what I undergo. Farewel, farewel, to my dearest forever, I must submit to the hand of Fate, If that you here would afford me your pitty, now you would find it is far too late: Then with those words she did Expire, saying, to Dye I am afraid, All her Relations and Friends that was nigh her, wept for to hear the sad moan she made. Here have I given a perfect Relation, of a young Damsel that Dy'd you hear, Though her false Lovers Dissimulation, who can forbear now to shed a Tear? True Love abused it is such a Tryal, that there is few thorow it can Wade, Therefore O young-men, now learn to be Loyal, think of the Sorrowful End she made.
FINIS. Printed for J. Back, at the Black Boy on London- Bridge, near the Draw-Bridge.