A new Scotch ballad of Jealous Nanny: or, False-hearted Willy turn'd true: to the tune of, Moggies iealousie. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04577 of text R227315 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing N750). 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 B04577 Wing N750 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.10[5] 99887245 ocm99887245 183378 2264219039

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04577) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183378) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[38]; A5:2[169]; A6:2[5]) A new Scotch ballad of Jealous Nanny: or, False-hearted Willy turn'd true: to the tune of, Moggies iealousie. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts) Printed for P. Brooksby in West-Smithfield., [London] : [between 1670-1696] Verse: "My own dear Nanny, my fair eyne ..." Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Item at A5:2[169] imperfect: cropped, with loss of imprint. Item at A6:2[5] imperfect: stained. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library and the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Jealousy -- Early works to 1800. Man-woman relationships -- Early works to 1800. Truthfulness and falsehood -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo A new Scotch ballad of Jealous Nanny: or, False-hearted Willy turn'd true: to the tune of, Moggies iealousie. anon 1696 1 559 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. 2008-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A New Scotch Ballad OF Jealous Nanny : Or , False-hearted WILLY turn'd True ? To the Tune of , Moggies Iealousie .

MY own dear Nanny , my fair eyne , my pritty sweet Creature , my Love , Why , what is the matter , my dear eyne , That Nanny will from me remove : And Willy I'se sure ye do gush it , For awe ye do look so demure , And tho' ye will never confess it , Yet Willy's a fause eyne i se sure . Ah! Nanny , quo he , be not cruel , But banish that Iealousie quite , For Nanny was always my Iewel , my joy and my anely delight : Na mere , quo she , prithee dear Willy , your flattery never will Cure , Tha' Nanny has bin but too silly , Yet now ye 're a fause eyne i se sure . So farewell to Willy the Ranger , For i se never trouble ye mere , Gin Moggies unkind you may change her , for every new face is your dear : Ne mere shall your sighing and crying , bring Nanny to stoop to your lure , Nor pitty ye , tha ' ye're a dying , for Willy's a fause eyne i se sure . AH ! Nanny , pray tell the occasion , why you will your Willy desert , And if I can make no Evasion , for ever for ever we'se part : For Willy was never a Ranger , nor nene can love Nanny mere truer , But Gin she will part for a Stranger , then Nanny's a fause eyne i se sure . Nay , Willy may talk for his Pleasure , but i se may believe what I please , For Moggy Ise sure is his Treasure , and Nanny his onely disease : How oft have I heard you to praise her , and say that there none was like to her , And sware he was happy could please her , nay Willy's a fause eyne i se sure . And have I not heard you with Sawney , discourse , embrace , and to smack , And seen him to thrust in his Tawney rough hand down your Lilly-white back : Ye know that I saw this , my dear , yet I never thought ye untruer , This never occasion'd my fear , for Nanny was just I was sure . Ah! prithee dear Willy forgive me , And i se ne'r be Iealous again , 'T was onely my Love , you 'l believe me , and i se had the worst of the pain : And Willy shall still be my dearest , with Willy I se always endure , And Nanny shall still be his fairest , for Willy's nay fause eyne i se sure . But the Parson shall make us amends too And we 'l have a merry long day , With all our Relations and Friends too , and the Piper all Night he shall play : And thou shalt put on thy best Ierkin , and I will put on my best quoise , For my Mother will Brew a whole Firkin against that thou make me thy Wife . FINIS .