A most excellent new ballad, of an olde man and his wife which in their olde age and misery sought to their owne children for succour, by whom they were disdained & scornfully sent away succourlesse, and how the vengeancc [sic] of God was iustly shewed vpon them for the same. To the tune of Prissilla. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A03164 of text S121803 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 1329). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A03164 STC 1329 ESTC S121803 99856967 99856967 22623 2248518494

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A03164) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 22623) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 823:6) A most excellent new ballad, of an olde man and his wife which in their olde age and misery sought to their owne children for succour, by whom they were disdained & scornfully sent away succourlesse, and how the vengeancc [sic] of God was iustly shewed vpon them for the same. To the tune of Prissilla. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed for W. B[lackwall], At London : [ca. 1600] Verse - "It was an old man, which with his poore wife,". Publisher's name supplied and publication date estimated by STC. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng eebo A most excellent new ballad, of an olde man and his wife, which in their olde age and misery sought to their owne children for succour, by whom they w [no entry] 1600 1 851 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2005-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-03 Sampled and proofread 2006-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A most excellent new Ballad , of an olde man and his wife , which in their olde age and misery sought to their owne children for succour , by whom they were disdained & scornfully sent away succourlesse , and how the vengeance of God was iustly shewed vpon them for the same . To the tune of Prissilla . IT was an old man , which with his poore wife , in great distresse did fall : They were so feeble with age God wot they could not worke at all A gallant sonne they had which liued wealthily To whom they went with full intent , to ease their misery Alack and alas for wo , Alack and alas for wo. A hundred miles when they had gone with many a weary step at length they saw their sonnes faire house which made their harts to leape : They sate them on the greene their shoes and hose to trim And put cleane bands about their necke gainst they should enter in . Alack &c. Vnto the doore with trembling ioynts when this olde couple came The woman with a shaking head the olde man blind and lame Ful warily they did knocke fearing for to offend at last their senne doth frowningly come , Alack , &c vnto them in the end . Good folks qd he what would you haue here me thinkes you are too bolde Why get you not home to your country now you are olde and Lame With that they both replied wish sorrow care and griefe Héere are we come to thee our sonne for succour and reliefe . Alack , &c. This is thy father gentle sonne and I thy louing mother That brought thee vp most tenderly , and lou'd thee aboue all other I bore thée in this wombe these brestes did nourish thée And as it chaunst I often daunst thee on my tender knée . Alack , &c. And humbly now we doe thée intreat , my deare and louing sonne That thou wilt doe for vs in our age as we for thée haue done No , no , not so he said your sute is all in vaine T is best for you I tell you true to get you home againe . Alack &c. The world is not now as when I was born all things are growne more deare : My charge of Children is not smal as plainely doth appeare The best that I can doe will hardly them maintaine : Therefore I say be packing away , and get you home againe . alack , &c , The olde man with his hat in hand full many a leg did make . The woman wept and wrong her hands and prayd him for Christ his sake : Not so to send them back , distressed and vndone But let vs lie in some barne here by quoth she my louing sonne Alack &c , By no meenes would he thereto consent , but sent them soone away , Nuoth he you know the perill of Lawe if long time here you stay : The stockes and whipping poast will fall vnto your share Then take you heede and with all spéed to your country do repaire . Alack , &c. Away then went this woful olde man , full sad in heart and minde With weeping teares his wife did lament their sonne was so vnkinde . Thou wicked child quoth they for this thy cruell deede : The Lord send thee as little pittie , when thou dost stand in neede . Alack &c. His children hearing his father set his parents thus at nought In short time after to haue his lands his death they subtilly wrought What cause haue we quoth they more kindnes to expresse Then he vnto his parents did , in their great wretchednes Alack , &c. They murdered him in pittifull sort they wayde not his intreates : The more he prayd impassionately the greater were his threates Speake not to vs quoth they , for thou the death shalt die : and with that word with Dagger & sword they mangled him monsterously Alack &c. When they had got his siluer and golde according to their minde They buried him in a stinking ditch where no man could him finde : But now behold and see Gods vengeance on them all : To gaine that gold their couzen came , and slew them great and small . alack &c. He came amongst them with a great club , in dead time of the night : Yea two of the sonnes he brained therwith , and taking of his flight The murderer taken was , and suffered for the same : Deseruedly for their cruelty , this vengeance vpon them came . Alack and alas therefore , Alack and alas therefore . Finis .

At London printed for W. B.