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REIGN OF ELIZABETH.                                                197
The "Lamentable ballad of the Lady's Fall, to the tune of In Pescod Time" will be found in the Douce, Pepys, and Bagford Collections, and has been reprinted by Percy and Ritson. It commences thus:—
" Mark well my heavy dolefull tale, You loyal lovers all ; And heedfully hear in your breast A gallant lady's fall." Among the ballads to the tune of The Lady's Fall are The Bride's Burial, and The Lady Isabella's Tragedy; both in Percy's Beliqy.es. The life and death of Queen Flizabeth, in the Crown Garland of Golden Hoses, 1612 (page 39 of the reprint), and in Evans' Old Ballads, iii. 171. The Wandering Jew, or the Shoe­maker of Jerusalem, who lived ivhen our Saviour Christ was crucified, and appointed to live until his corning again; two copies in the British Museum, and one in Mr. Halliwell's Collection; also reprinted by Washbourne. It has the burden, " Repent, therefore, 0 England," and is, perhaps, the ballad by Deloney, to which Nashe refers in Save with you to Saffron-Walden (ante page 107). The Cruel Black ; see Evans' Old Ballads, iii. 232. A Warning for Maidens, or young Bateman; Roxburghe Collection, i. 501. It begins, "You dainty dames so finely framed." And You dainty dames is sometimes quoted as a tune; also Bateman, as in a ballad entitled " A Warning for Married Women, to a West-country tune called The Fair Maid of Bristol, or Bateman, or John True; Roxburghe, i. 502. The following Carol is from a Collection, printed in 1642, a copy of which is in "Wood's Library, Oxford. I have not seen it elsewhere.
" A Carol for Twelfth Day, to the tune of The Lady's FaU." Mark well my heavy doleful tale,                      Come, butler, fill a brimmer full,
For Twelfth Day now is come,                          To cheer my fainting heart,
And now I must no longer stay,                        That to old Christmas I may drink
And say no word but mum.                                Before he does depart.
For I perforce must take my leave                    And let each one that's in the room
Of all my dainty cheer—                                    With me likewise condole,
Plum porridge, roast beef, and minc'd pies, And now, to cheer their spirits sad, My strong ale and my beer.                              Let each one drink a bowl.
Kind-hearted Christmas, now adieu,                  And when the same it hath gone round,
For I with thee must part;                                Then fall unto your cheer;
But oh ! to take my leave of thee                      For you well know that Christmas time
Doth grieve me at the heart.                              It comes but once a year.
Thon wert an ancient housekeeper,                   But this good draught which I have drank
And mirth with meat didst keep;                       Hath comforted my heart;
But thou art going out of town,                          For I was very fearful that
"Which causes me to weep.                                 My stomach would depart.
God knoweth whether I again                           Thanks to my master and my dame,
Thy merry face shall see;                                  That do such cheer afford;
Which to good fellows and the poor                  God bless them, that, each Christmas, they
Was always frank and free.                               May furnish so their board.
Thou lovest pastime with thy heart,                   My stomach being come to me,
And eke good company;                                    I mean to have a bout; Pray hold me up for fear I swound [swoon], And now to eat most heartily,—
For I am like to die.                                           Good friends, I do not flout.

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