The unsatisfied lovers lamentation. This hapless lass in discontent laments and makes her moan, & is with sorrow almost spent, because she lies alone. Tune of, Hey boys up go we. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06402 of text R227452 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing U95). 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 B06402 Wing U95 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[131] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[538] 99887337 ocm99887337 183627 2264217559

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06402) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183627) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[131]; A5:2[418]) The unsatisfied lovers lamentation. This hapless lass in discontent laments and makes her moan, & is with sorrow almost spent, because she lies alone. Tune of, Hey boys up go we. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for, J. Wright J. Clark W. Thackery, and T. Passenger., [London] : [between 1681-1684] Date and place of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "This twenty years and more that I ..." Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library and the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The unsatisfied lovers lamentation. This hapless lass in discontent laments and makes her moan, & is with sorrow almost spent, because she lies alone. anon 1684 1 622 1 0 0 0 0 0 16.08 C The rate of 16.08 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-07 Sampled and proofread 2008-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The unsatisfied LOVERS Lamentation . This hapless lass in discontent Laments and makes her moan , & is with sorrow almost spent , Because she lies alone . Tune of , Hey boys up go we .

THis twenty years and more that I have liv'd a single life , Wanting a youngmans company , and can't be made a Wife . Oh! could I find some brisk young Lad one bout with me to try , T would ease my heart that now is sad , and hey boys down I 'le lye . Vnfortunate indeed am I , unmarried to remain , Ten thousand sighs at least have I spent , sent , b●t all in vain , And whosoever asketh me , 't is sure I le ne'r deny , Who am in necessity , and hey boys down I 'le lye . Had I ten thousand pounds in Gold , I 'd give it for a touch , Or Iewels , more than e're were sold , I 'd think them not too much . But freely I would give them all to ease my Mallady , Come Jack or Will and take your fill , for hey boys down I 'le lye . And sport as long as you think good , then lie you down and rest , If this by me were understood , I then should sure be blest . Then come away for pitty sake , one bout with me to try , With my soft hand i le make it stand , then hey boys down i le lye .

With kisses and embraces sweet your Courage I le refresh , To make my happiness compleat , by tasting of the flesh . Come , come with speed and do the deed or else for love I dye , I sigh and mourn and sadly groan , that hey boys down would lye . Was ever any loving Girls , like me left in distress , The thing which some do count a Pearl there 's nothing I love less . My Maiden-head I do not esteem , would it were gone say I , I shall be vext and much perplext , till hey boys down I lye . There 's not a Lass I do believe in Country or in City , That wanting man did so much grieve , and yet did find less pitty , My very sheets each night I knaw , and like one mad am I , Yet shall not rest but he opprest , till hey boys down I lye . T were better I had been unborn , then such a life to live , That young men all both great and small deny relief to give . By Nature I am not so foule or shapeless to the Eye , Then give some ease to this disease , and hey boys down i le lye . Such wanton thoughts possess my mind by night and eke by day , That sometimes I am half inclin'd to make my self away . Then I these thoughts do check again , in time I hope say I , May find a friend that may extend his love , then down lie I. As yet I hapless do remain , and quite bereav'd of hope , Were I in either France or Spain , i de ask leave of the Pope . That I might Trade with some young blade he could not me deny , Then should I be from Torment free , and hey boys down i 'de lye .

Printed for J. Wright J. Clark W. Thackery , and T. Passenger .