The unfortunate lover; or, Merry Andrew's sad and wofull [sic] lamentation for the loss of his sweetheart Joan. To the tune of, I marry and thank ye too. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06393 of text R490130 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing U57). 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 B06393 Wing U57 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[555] 99887973 ocm99887973 183639 2240902108

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06393) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183639) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[430]) The unfortunate lover; or, Merry Andrew's sad and wofull [sic] lamentation for the loss of his sweetheart Joan. To the tune of, I marry and thank ye too. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby. J. Deacon. J. Blare. J. Back., [London] : [between 1688-1692] Place and Date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Alas I am come to town ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800. Man-woman relationships -- Early works to 1800. Ballads -- England -- 17th century. eebo The unfortunate lover; or, Merry Andrew's sad and wofull lamentation for the loss of his sweetheart Joan. To the tune of, I marry and thank ye too. Li anon 1692 1 438 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. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Vnfortunate Lover : OR , Merry ANDREW's sad and wofull Lamentation for the Loss of his Sweetheart JOAN . To the Tune of , I marry and thank ye too .

Licensed according to Order .

ALas I am come to Town , and here make pitifull moan , For having rambled up and down can't find out my true Love Ioan. I came to Bartholomew Fair , and search'd that Place alone , Expecting to have found her there , my delicate Sweetheart Ioan. I am in a pitifull Case , and shall be overthrown , I have made many a sowre Face , for want of my true Love Ioan. In Bed I can take no rest , but rumble and toss alone , A thousand Torments in my Breast for want of my Sweetheart Ioan.

To Love I am so enclin'd and daily do make sad moan , And quite distracted in my mind , for want of my true Love Ioan. She 's as sweet as a sucking Pig , for her I do make my moan ; I long to Dance the Wedding-Iig along with my Sweetheart Ioan. I wander the silent Grove , and make most piteous moan , I am over head and ears in Love , and all for my Sweetheart Ioan. For she was as sweet a hit , as ever by me was known , Her precious Smiles I can't forget , Oh , where is my Sweetheart Ioan. Her Lips they were Cherry red , she had but one fault alone , A little Child e'er she was Wed , my delicate Sweetheart Ioan. I like her never the worse , the Child 's a Champion grown , By being well brought up at Nurse , But where is my Sweetheart Ioan. To speak of her Beauty bright , there hardly is such a One , Her pleasant Charms do's dim my sight , my delicate Sweetheart Ioan. At once she looks North and South , her Beauty I needs must own , She has a pretty Sparrows Mouth , my delicate Sweetheart Ioan. Her pretty sweet Bettle-brow , but Teeth she has not one , She is as slender as a Cow , my delicate Sweetheart Ioan. Her Hair 's as black as a Cole , for her I do make sad moan , I fear some Lord or Earl has store , my delicate Sweetheart Ioan.

Printed for P. Brooksby . I. Deacon . I. Blare . I. Back .