Joan's sorrowful lamentation: or, False-hearted John's unkindness to her, at her time of distress. To the tune of Let Mary live long. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03907 of text R228252 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing J751). 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. 4 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 B03907 Wing J751 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[234] 99887726 ocm99887726 183390 2248541392

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B03907) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183390) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[181]) Joan's sorrowful lamentation: or, False-hearted John's unkindness to her, at her time of distress. To the tune of Let Mary live long. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in Pye-Corner., [London] : [1675?] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Come hither sweet John ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Joan's sorrowful lamentation: or, False-hearted John's unkindness to her, at her time of distress. To the tune of Let Mary live long. Licenses accordi anon 1675 1 536 2 0 0 0 0 0 37.31 D The rate of 37.31 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-02 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Joan's sorrowfull Lamentation : OR , False-hearted John'sVnkindness to her , at her time of Distress . To the Tune of . Let Mary live long .

Licensed according to Order .

COme hither sweet John , and let me discover , the Smiles of a Lover , A right honest Man I hope you will prove ; For I love thee as Life , And wou'd fain be thy Wife , remember thy Vow ; Behold my Condition , Behold my Condition , Love marry me now . Then John he reply'd , sweet Joan you must tarry , I mean not to marry , Why should I be ty'd to sorrow any noise ? I can live at my ease , And walk where I please , where Pleasures do flow ; But if I was married , But if I was married , I must not do so . I never will scold , my dearest believe me , ah ! why shou'd thou grieve-me ; Here 's Silver and Gold , and pleasure my dear ; If to Love thou 'lt in●●ine ; Thou shalt have what is mine , Remember thy Vow , You see my condition , You see my condition , Love marry me now . John merrily smil'd , with this pleasant Greeting , said he , My dear sweeting , Why art thou with Child ? Yes Johnny she cry'd , You remember , the day , We together did play Remember your Vow , You see my condition , You see my condition , Love marry me now . I tell you sweet Joan , thou hast no great reason , to sigh at this Season , Or make this sad moan for such a small Crime : 'T is in vain to be sad , Rejoice and be glad , Let thanks be exprest , You 'll now be a Mother , You 'll now be a Mother , as well as the best . You laugh me to scorn , the which makes my trouble still seven times double . My Life is forlorn , ah ! where shall I go , You 've forgot what you swore , When you seem'd to adore , my amorous Charms ; I wish I had never I wish I had never been claspt in thy Arms. Pray where 's the harm done , If you have hereafter , a pretty sweet Daughter , Or tattling Son to dandle about ? Yes Dearest , she cry'd , If I might be thy Bride , my Joys wou'd remain , I shou'd have no reason , I shou'd have no reason , sweet John to complain . Before I wou'd yiel● , what Vows did you make me , you 'd never forsake me , And Love you 'd reveal'd , ah ! have you forgot , How you swore by your Life I should soon be gone Wise , come think on this John , And now let me find you , And now let me find you , a right honest Man .

Printed for B. Brooksby , at the Golden-Ball , in Pye-Corner .