The Northerne turtle wayling his vnhappy fate, in being depriued of his sweet mate : to a new northerne tune, or, A health to bessy [sic]. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A72949 of text S5216 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 18671.3). 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 A72949 STC 18671.3 ESTC S5216 39960677 ocm 39960677 150515 2248562055

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A72949) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 150515) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1950:12a) The Northerne turtle wayling his vnhappy fate, in being depriued of his sweet mate : to a new northerne tune, or, A health to bessy [sic]. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. printed for I.H., London : [ca. 1628] Date of publication from STC (2nd ed.). In title line 4: "Northerne" "bessy". Contains two cuts, different from those on 18671.7. Bound and filmed with STC (2nd ed.) 18671.7 following. Reproduction of original in: Pepys Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo The northerne turtle: wayling his vnhappy fate, in being depriued of his sweet mate. To a new northerne tune, or a health to betty. [no entry] 1628 1 497 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. 2008-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-01 Sampled and proofread 2009-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Northerne Turtle : Wayling his vnhappy fate , In being depriued of his sweet Mate . To a new Northerne tune , or A health to betty .

AS I was walking all alone , I heard a man lamenting , Vnder a hollow bush he lay , but sore he did repent him Alas quoth he , my Loue is gone : which causeth me to wander , Yet merry wil I neuer bee , till I lye lulling beyond her . Good Lord , so soundly I could sléep , if that I lay lulling beyond her , All the night till the day were light and the sun did shine vpon her : Yet early by day I wold steal away to keepe my Loue from slander , Yet I will neuer quiet bee , till I lye lulling beyond her . My loue and I , we gallantly , so many yeares together , Her loue was so inclined to me , that now I 'me loth to leaue her : But now this wicked world is such that causeth me to wander : Yet will I neuer woman touch , till I lye lulling beyond her . Like to the Turtle I will mourne , in absence of my marrow , With bitter teares I cry and morne my ioy is all but sorrow ; My comfort is to me much care , whilst floods and woods I wander Nay , merry will I neuer be , till I lye lulling beyond her . O Gods that made the birds to fly , to loue their mates so dearely , Yet for her sake they doe refuse , to sing or chirp once cheerely . What comfort can the world afford what ioyes then can I render ? Nay merry wil I neuer be , till I lye lulling beyond her . A pretty Dame was once my Loue , till death made separation , And she to me did constant proue , without dissimulation : Yet for her sake still will I weepe while I on earth doe wander : Nay soundly will I neuer sleepe , till I lye lulling beyond her . Though cruell death hath cut the breath , of this my comely creature , To meet againe we haue true faith , our change is but a feature . Death may indeed in bondage keepe , yet not our loue can hinder , Then soundly , soundly shall I sleepe ; when as I lay lulling beyond her . My dearest Deare I come to thee . when pleaseth death to send me , The graue I count my dearest home , oh quiokely then befriend me : She prou'd a Hero true to me , and I will be a Leander , I neuer shall in quiet be , till I lye lulling beyond her . FINIS .

London , printed for I. H.