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Broadside ballad entitled 'The Bloody Gardener's Cruelty' or 'The Shepherd's Daughter Betray'd'


The Bloody GARDENER'S Cruelty;

Or, The Shepherd's Daughter betray'd.

COME all you constant lovers, and to me tend an ear,
And mind thisiad relation, which I do give; you here:
t'is of a maiden fair, a Shepherd's daughter dear;
But love did prove her utter overthrow.

She was of beauteous mold, fair and clear to behold
And by a noble lord she courted were,
But was too young. we find, as yet fond love to mind;
Yet little Cupid did her heart ensure.

They said, She is no match at all for thee

If you our blessing have, grant us but what we crave.

And wed with none but whom we shall agree.

Dear son, for you we have chosen out a bride,
With store of gold and beautiful beside;
Of a temper kind and free, she is the girl for me,
But not a Shepherd's daughter of mean degree,

And if by us you'll not be ruled or led,

No more we will you own, to be our only son:
Then let our will be done, to end the strife,
Madam, said he if a begging I should go,
should be well contented so to do,

If that I could but have the girl that I do crave,

No cursed gold should part my love and me.
Was she as poor as job, and I of royal robe,

And lord of all the globe she should be mine,

His mother said in scorn, Thou all most nobly born,

And will, a beggar's brat shall never join,
He hearing of his mother to say so,

His eyes did then with tears like fountains slow ;

Saying, a promise I have made, and her heart betray'd,

Therefore no other for my bride I chuse.

A cruelsnare then for her life she laid,
And for to act this thing, oh ! then she did,
With her Gardener one agreed, to do the bloody deed
And butcher her forthwith, and dig her grave.
    To the Bloody Gardener she gave forescore pounds.
To murder her and lay her under ground,
All in a grave so deep, in everyting sleep,
Hoping her fair body would not be found.
She wrote a letter, and sent it with speed:
Saying, My dearest, with hast now proceed.

Poor girl, she little though upon the deed.

The youthful shepherdess of this nothing knew,
But went to meet her true love as she used to do:
She search'd the garden all around, but no true love she sound.
At length Bloody Gardener did appear.

What business have you here, madam, I pray?
Are you come here to rob the garden gay ?
Cries she, No theif I am, but wait for that young-man,
Who did this night appoint to meet me here,

He spoke no more, but strait a knife he took,
And pierc'd her heart before one word she spoke,
Then on the ground she tell, crying, Sweet love, farewel.
O welcome, welcome, Death, thy fatal stroke.

Was this done now, my dear; by your design ?
Or by your cruel parents most unkind,
My life is thus betray'd farewell vain world, she said,
I hope in heaven I a place shall find

But when he see her life was really gone,
Immediately he lay'd her in the ground,
With flowers fine and gay her corpse did overlay,
Intending that her body should not be found.

Now all the time this lord he nothing Knew,
But went to meet his love as he used to do,
He search'd the vallies round, but no true love he found
The little lambs went wandering to and fro'

Lamemting greatly for their shepherdes;
Then he did lay him down upon the grass.
The heavens he did implore, to see his love once more,
Oh ! then, ye Gods above, I am surely blast,

Oh! whither shall I seek that angel bright?
Who is alone my pleasure and delight:
Pray, if alive she be, let me my true love set,
Or else my soul will quickly take its flight.

Whereat the woods and grove began to mourn ;
The small birds they did sing a mournful tune,
Crying, Your love is gone, and you left quite alone;
Then on a mossy bank he laid him down.

He had no sooner clos'd his eyes to sleep,
But a milk-white dove came to his breast,
Her fluttering wings did beat, which wak'd him out of sleep,
And then the dove took wing, and he was blest,
To this mother's garden strait he did repair,
For to bemoan the loss of own dear
Here the dove once more he seas, sat on a myrtle tree,
With dropping wings disconsolate she did appear

Oh ! dove disconsolate, why do you corne?
Have you not lost your love, as I have done?
That you do dogs me here, no comfort can I bear;
Then thus the dove replied, and, than flew down,

Saying it was your mother order'd it so.
Then from her milk white breast the blood did flow.
To the grove he did repair, but sound no true love there,
Homewards then to his mother he did go,.
And said, Mother most cruel and severe,

I fear you've kill'd my only dear:

For a dove, I do declare, did all in blood appear,
He said, if she is dead, her fate I'll share,
His mother hearing what the son did say,

She turn'd as pale as dead and away:

Then into distraction run, and told what the had done;

And where the virgin's body it to enlay,

He said no more but straitway took a kinfe,

And said Farewell to the comfort of my life,

Then into the garden flew and pierc'd his body thro,

And said, It was curled gold caused all his strife,

These loyal lovers in one tomb were laid,
And many a briny tear for them was shed,
And the Gardener, as we hear, was apprehended there,
And hang'd in chains for being so [ ].

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Probable period of publication: 1700-1710   shelfmark: S.302.b.2(063)
Broadside ballad entitled 'The Bloody Gardener's Cruelty' or 'The Shepherd's Daughter Betray'd'
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