Love is the cause of my mourning, or, The Despairing lover sung with its own proper tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A49278 of text R43413 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L3211A). 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. 3 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 A49278 Wing L3211A ESTC R43413 27408026 ocm 27408026 110117 2240903081

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A49278) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 110117) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1725:51) Love is the cause of my mourning, or, The Despairing lover sung with its own proper tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n., [London? : 1670?] Imprint suggested by Wing. Imperfect: cropped, stained and torn, with loss of text. Reproduction of original in British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Love is the cause of my mourning, or, The Despairing lover. Sung with its own proper tune. [no entry] 1670 1 406 10 0 0 0 0 0 246.31 F The rate of 246.31 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2007-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
LOVE is the Cause of my MOURNING , OR , The Despairing LOVER . Sung with its own proper Tune . THe Week before Easter the day being fair , The Sun shining bright cold frost in the Air , I did me to the Orchard some flowers to pul there but Flora could yield me no pleasures . The hills being covered with Midsummers Clouds The white and the red did spring from the Rock , The Birds they were tuning their musical Notes there was neither Cowslips nor Roses . I had not been in this Wood half an hour spent , When for to turn back again was my intent , I heard a young Man who sore did lament ; for love was the cause of his mourning I loved a Lass this many a day , And for to requit me she is Marri'd away , With Sighing and Sobing Lamenting for ay , which was the cause of his mourning . Her Face was so fair I loved her well , 〈◊〉 hated all those that wished her evil , 〈◊〉 ●hey said of my suit I would never prevail ; but yet I would never believe them . Her Face was so fair my Joy to behold , Her ●ove I esteemed more dearer than Gold ; For ●●nce she had my heart in her hold , bu● yet with disdain she rewards me . Wh●t that I did see my Love to the Kirk go With ●ll her fair maids she had a fair show , My He●rt was so grieved I mourned for woe to seeme so lowly regarded . When that I did hear the Clerk publickly cry , Is there any contrary , its time to draw nye , I thought in my mid good reason had I , but yet it was best to conceal it . When that I did see my Love join Hand in Hand With Rings on her Finger to seal up that band , Then I was infested in goods , ge●r and land , there was nothing but death could separat them . When that I did see my Love in her Bed right , My Eyes gush'd out of Water & blinded my Sight I took off my Hat and bid her good night , pox take her for she will not leave him . FINIS .