The young-womans answer to her former sweet-heart on board one of His Majesty's ships, who complains of her vnkindness. Tune of, I lov'd you dearly, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06788 of text N47872 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing Y133). 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 B06788 Wing Y133 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[29] 99887407 ocm99887407 182115 2240896852

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06788) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182115) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[29]) The young-womans answer to her former sweet-heart on board one of His Majesty's ships, who complains of her vnkindness. Tune of, I lov'd you dearly, &c. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for Charles Barnet, [London] : [1694] Place and date of publication from Wing. Verse: "In e'ery street I hear'em sing ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The young-womans answer to her former sweet-heart on board one of His Majesty's ships, who complains of her vnkindness. Tune of, I lov'd you dearly, & anon 1694 1 504 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 Young-Womans Answer TO Her Former Sweet-Heart On board one of His Majesty's Ships , who complains of her Vnkindness . Tune of , I lov'd you dearly , &c. IN e'ery street I hear 'em sing My Love's Complaint , who serv'd the King : I went with him to the Boy it 'h ' Nore , And could a gone all the World o're . He says my Love appeared true , I do declare it was to too ; And let his love be ne're so great , Mine was as much , tho' unfortunate , A Golden Chain I had of him , Which I will freely return again ; As for my sighing when we did part , 'T was from the bottom of my heart . Then both of us did straight agree , At his return Married to be ; As for his letters he sent to Town , I do declare I ne're had one . But now I find it ( tho' too late ) My love complains of his hard Fate ; But 't is my Father's Fault indeed . He often said that you were Dead . Those letters that you sent to me , My Father would not let me see ; But always said : Child be at rest , For thy Sweet-heart was slain at Brest . Then he perswaded me to wed To a rich old Man that 's almost dead : It 's true I 'm Married , and am a wife , I wish I 'd liv'd single all my life . I always lov'd a Seaman brave , And once I was in hopes to have Him which I now ne're expect to see ; You Maidens all then pity me . While we are young and once in love , It looks like blessings from above ; Yet our Friends oftentimes will make Us break those Vows for Riches sake . And as for Gold and Silver too , I freely curse it as well as you ; For if that had not caus'd this strife , Then you and I had been Man and Wife . Altho' we both are crost in love , Your Resolution I 'd have ye move ; Since now you see the fault 's not mine , Think not so hard on woman-kind . Where one Woman is false in love ; A hundred Men they false do prove ; Tho' I lay not this charge to you , Nor I hope you don't think me untrue . Return , return , I beg my Dear , For here are thousand Women here , That are more Beautiful than I , Therefore ne're go where Bullets fly . 'T would be the comfort of my life . To see you have a happy Wife , Tho' I am crost , 't will ease my pain , To see you once return'd again .

Printed for Charles Barnet .