An Excellent new song call'd The hard-hearted lady, or, The young man dy'd for love being a relation of a yound lady that was engag'd to a seaman, and married another while he was a shipboard. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B22740 of text R31903 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 6KB 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 B22740 Wing E3820A ESTC R31903 ocm 12273210

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An Answer to the The Unfortunate Lady , Who Hang'd her self in Dispair : Containing her Lovers Lamentation for her Untimely Destiny ; Together with the Apparition of her Bleeding Ghost in his silent Chamber . To the Tune of , The Languishing S●ain . Licensed according to Order , I. WHat dismal tydings do I hear , The fatal ruin of my Dear , Who did her dearest Life destroy , When she might not her Love enjoy . II . Which grieves me to the very Soul , ●n sorrow I her Death condole ; No peace nor comfort can I find , The thoughts of her runs in my mind . III . Each Night when e're I close mine Eyes , ●ethinks I hear her dismal Cries , ●●ying , my Love I dy'd for thee ; And then her bleeding Ghost I see . IV . Then with a Voice both sharp and shrill , She does my silent Chamber sill , And with a sigh and bitter groan , She does express her piteous moan . V. Alas ! alth●ugh I did appear Thus in the Chamber of my Dear , He never wrong'd his Lover , no , 't was Parents prov'd my overthrow . VI . I know the tender Turtle-Doves , Was ne'r mo●e constant to their Loves , Then thee and I has been , she cry'd , And yet , alas ! for Love I dy'd . VII . I was to thee as dear as Life , My Friends has caused all the stri●e ; They ●ought for Wealth and Riches store , When Love had won the Field before . VIII . 'Cause thou did'st not in Wealth abound , My near Relations on thee frown'd , And I was posted straight from thee , And by that means have ruin'd me . IX . They sent me word that thou wert Wed , Which tydings almost struck me dead ; Unto Dispair I straight did run , O see what cursed Gold has done ! X. Then with a sigh and dismal groan , She straight departs , leaves me alone ; Where I in sorrow weeping lye , To think of Parents Cruelty . XI . Sure Friends was never more to blame , How could they such a Letter frame , That I another Choice had made ? By this her Life they soon betray'd . XII . She well might be amaz'd , that I Shou'd guilty be of Perjury , And leave a lo●al Love at last , When many solemn Vows had past . XIII . She 's gone , and I am left behind : Now since I can no Comfort find , Come Death and prove a Friend to me , O let me Dye as well as she . FINIS .

Printed for P. Brooksby , J. Deacon , J. Blare , and J. Back .

An Excellent New SONG ; Call'd , The Hard-hearted Lady , OR , The young Man dy'd for Love . Being a Relation of a young Lady that was Engag'd to a Seaman , and Married another while he was a Shipboard . To an Excellent New Tune . With Allowance . FArewell unto all Joy and Pleasure , Since that my hope is all in vain ; Once , as I thought , I had a Treasure , But since I me come home t is gone again : She whom I adore , affords me no relief , Therefore , sweet gentle Death , make haste , and ease my grief . I am with Sorrow so tormented , That I cannot endure my Pain ; Nor can I ever be contented , Since that my Caelia does disdain Me for my true Love , and all my hopes destroy , Therefore once more I bid adieu to all my Joy . Now in some Forrain Land I le wander , Until I find some place of rest ; And I my Brains no more will ponder , What I may do to please her best : But I 'll bid adieu to Caelia too unkind , Until that we each otherin our Graves shall find . And when that I am once deceased , I shall for ever happy be : I from my Pain shall be released ; But then , alas ! poor Caelia , she , As long as she does live , can never happy be Her Conscience will accuse her , That she Martyr'd me ▪ Then may she wish she 'd not been cruel , While I on Shipboard serv'd the King , When I did prize her as a Jewel , She said Love was a foolish thing . Now may she lament in Sorrow , Grief , & Pain , And wish with all her heart I were alive again . But since that Life , when once departed , Can never more recover'd be , Now may she sit down broken-hearted , And may prepare to follow me Unto the other World , adue hardhearted Oen , Fair Maidens all take care your Sweethearts a'nt , undone

London , Printed and Sold by T. Moore .