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20 BALLADS ancient and modern, LEGENDARIES, &c.
The Death of Allen,
THE bells they ran^j all in the morn.
And Allen he role full fooTi,
Sad tydings were heard for Allen to hear.
That Mary would wed t'er noon.
Then Allen he call'd on Thomas's name.
And Thomas came at his call ,
"Mike r^ady a coffin and winding fhroud,
"For Mary Ihall fee me fall.
" When laft we parted with brimful eye,
" Right-lovitjg fhe made a vow ;
*' Jbut Richard has twice as many flieep,
•' And Mary forgets me now.
" Then bear me to the green-grafs bant,
" Where we did kifs and play,
" And tell her, the rain, that made it fo green,
" Has waih'd my kiffes away."
The bridegroom led the bride fo fair.
The priell he came anon ;
But Thomas he brought his dear friend's corfe,
Before the wedding was done.
He laid him on the green-grafs banTr,
Where they did kifs and play,
And told her, the rain, that made it fo green.
Had wa&'d his kiffes away.
When fhe beheld poor Allen's dead corfe.
Her maiden blufh was loft,
She faded, as tho' on April morn
A primrofe nipt by a froft.
Then all beneath one fatal ftone
Together they buried were.
Falfe maidens, who break your plighted vow.
Take heed ye come not. there '.
The Diftrefs of Marian.
ONE April ev'ning, when the fun
Had journey 'd down the fky.
Sad Marian, with looks of woe,
Walk'd forth full heavily.
Tears trickled down her faded cheek,
Soft fighs her bolbm heav'd ;
Soft fighs reveal'd h^r inward woe ;
Alas I fiie'd been deceiv'd.
•' Oh ! what a wretch am I become,
" A lucklefslafs,",faidlhe,
" The cowflip, and tne violet blue,
" Have now no charms for me.
" The golden fun that daily fiiines,
" And glitt'ring decks the fky,
" Brings no relief to my diftrefs,
" Or pleafure to my eye.
" This little river, when I drefs'd,
" Has ferv'd me for a glafs ;
" But now it only fhews how love
" Has ruin'd this poor face.
" What charms could happy Lucy boaft,
" To fix the wav'ring mind ?
" What charms in Lucy more than me,
" Ungrateful, couldft thou find.
" Haft thou forgot the tender vows
" Which at my feet were made ?
" Yet I'll not fpend my dying hour
" Thy falfehood to upbraid.
" Cut what remaining breath I have
" Shall intercede with beav'n ;
•' That all thofe broken vows to me,
" A.t laft may be forgiv'n.
" Yet one poor boon, before I die,
" I would of thee require ;
" And do not thou vel'ufe to grant
" A wretch's laft defire !
" When you with Lucy fliall affix
" The happy marriage day,
" Oh ! do not o'er my green grafs-grave
" Inhuman take thy way."
The Spaaifh Lady's Love.
TT7ILL you hear of a Spanjfli lady,
* '' How fhe woo'd an Englifh man ?
Garments gay as rich as may be
Deck'd with jev/els fhe had on.
As his prifoner there he kept her,
In his hands her life did lie ;
Cupid s bands did tie them fafter
By the liking of an eye.
But at laft there came commandment
For to fet the ladies free,
With their jewels ftill adorned,
None to do them injury.
" Gallant captain fhew fome pity
" To a lady in diftrefs;
"Leave me not within thiscity, >
" For to die in heavinefs :"
" How fhould'ft thou, fair lady, love me,
" Whom thou know'ft thy country's foe ?
" Thy fair words make me fulpedt thee :
" Serpents lurk where flowers grow."
'' BlefTed be the time and feafon,
'• That you came on Spanifh ground ;
" If you may our foes be termed,
" Gentle foes we have you found."
« Reft you ftill, moft gallant lady ;
" Reft you ftill, and weep no more;
" Of fair lovers there are plenty,
" Spain doth yield you wond'rous ftore.'^ '
" Leave me not unto a Spaniard,
" Thou alor>e enjoy '11 my heart;
" I am lovely, young and tender,
" Love is likewife my defert :"
" It would be a fhame, fair lady,
" For to bear a woman hence;
" Englifh ioldiers never carry
" Any fuch without offence."
" I have neither gold nor filver
" To maintain thee in this cafe,
" And to travel is great charges,
" As you know in ev'ry place."
" On the feas are many dangers,
" Many ftorms do there arife,
" Which will be to ladies dreadful,
" And force tears from wat'ry eyes.
•«' Courteous lady, leave this fancy,
" Here comes all that breeds the ftrife;
" I, in England, have already
" A fweet woman to my wife."
" O, how happy is chat woman
" I hat enjoys fo true a friend I
" Many happy days God fend her ;
" Of my fuit I make an end :
" Commend.me to thy lovely lady,
" Bear, to her this chain of gold ;
" And thefe bracelets for a token :
" Grieviiigthat I was fo bold.
" I will fpend my days in prayer,
" Love and all his laws defy ;
" In a nun'ry v ill I ihroud me,
" Far from any company.
"Thus farewell, moft gallant captain I
" Farewell to my heart's content !
" Count not Spanifh ladies wanton,
" Though to thee wy love was bent.