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ENGLISH SONG AND BALLAD MUSIC. |
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But thou wilt harden thy heart, stil
And be deaf to my pitiful moan, So, I must endure the smart, still,
And tumble in straw, all alone : Whilst still I cry, 0 turn, love,
And I prithee, love, turn to me, For thou art the man that alone art
The cause of my misery.
If that thou still dost disdain me,
I never will love thee more; Thy cruelty never shall pain me,
For I'll have another in store : But still I cry, 0 turn, love,
And I prithee, love, turn to me, For thou art the man that alone art
The cause of my misery.
By hearing her pitiful clamour,
The passion of love he fell; He could no longer disdain her,
His frozen heart it did melt: For ever she cried, O turn, love,
And I prithee, love, turn to me, For thou art the man that alone can
Procure my liberty. |
He said, My love, I will please thee,
Thy heaviness grieves me sore, But let not sorrow now seize thee,
I never will grieve thee more ; I'll turn to thee, my own kind heart,
Dear love, I'll turn to thee, For I am the man that now am come
To procure thy liberty.
I'll crown thee with a garland of straw, then,
And marry thee with a rush ring; My frozen heart it will thaw then,
And merrily we will sing: But ever Bhe cried, 0 turn, love,
And I prithee, love, turn to me, For thou art the man that alone canst
Release my misery.
Most lovingly he embrac'd her,
And call'd her his heart's delight ; And close by his Bide he plac'd her,—
All sorrows were vanquished quite. And now she, for joy, cried, Turn, love,
And I prithee, love, turn to me, For thou art the man that alone hast
Released me of misery. |
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The following ballads, sung to the tune, are in the Roxburghe Collection:—
Vol. ii. 88. " The Courteous Health; or, The Merry Boys of the Times. He that loves sack, doth nothing lack, He that denies Bacchus' supplies
If he but loyal be; Shews mere hypocrisy."
" To a new tune, Come, boys, fill us a bumper, or My lodging is on the cold ground ;"■ with the burden, " A brimmer to the King," and beginning—
" Come, boys, fill us a bumper, She's grown sick of a Rumper,
We'll make the nation roar; That sticks on the old score," &c.
Vol. iii. 196. " The Old Man's Complaint; or, The unequal matcht Couple," &c. "Tune of I prithee, love, turn to me."
Vol. ii. 520. " Wit bought at a dear rate," &c. " To the tune of Turn, love, Iprethee, love, turn to me." Printed by F. Coles; and begins— " If all the world my mind did know, I would not care a pin," &c.
Vol. iii.-144. "The faithful Lover's Farewell; or, Private News from Chatham," &c, "To the tune of My lodging is on the cold ground." Printed for Sarah Tyus, at the Three Bibles, on London Bridge." Begins—
" As I in a.meadow was walking, - I heard two lovers a-talking,
Some two or three weeks ago, And trampling to and fro," &c. |
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