The fair and loyal maid of Bristow. Dame fortune on this maiden frown'd, that once on her did smile, she was in tears of sorrow drown'd, that death did her beguile. To the tune of, Jenny Ginn, or, Busie fame. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B22798 of text R229057 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. 4KB 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 B22798 Wing F94 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.10[46] ESTC R229057 ocm99888130

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The fair and loyal maid of Bristow. : Dame fortune on this maiden frown'd, that once on her did smile, she was in tears of sorrow drown'd, that death n/a 1675 2 614 2 0 0 0 0 0 32.57 C The rate of 32.57 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-03 Sampled and proofread 2014-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Fair and Loyal Maid of Bristow . Dame Fortune on this Maiden frown'd , That once on her did smile , She was in tears of sorrow drown'd , That death did her beguile . To the Tune of , Jenny Ginn , Or , Busie Fame .

THere liv'd in Bristol City fair , a Maiden fair and bright , To whom a Seaman did repair she was his hearts delight , No comfort had he in this life , when she was from him gone , 't was she he vow'd should be his wife and her he doted on . But Fortune did upon them frown , that once on them did smile , And she that did these Lovers Crown , at last did them beguile : And to Virginia he must go , his fortune to advance , Which did procure their overthrow ▪ Oh sad unhappy chance .

And at his parting showres of tears , came trickling from their eyes , She was possest with deadly fears ▪ and doubt did her surprize : Least he should ne'r return again , to Crown her Nuptial day , And as she sadly did complain , thus he to her did say . Cease , cease , my dear do not complain , I 'le faithful be to you , And let me perish on the main , If e're I prove untrue : And with a thousand Kisses I , my faithful promise Seal , While she perceived from his eye , a trickling tear to steal . More faithful Lovers ever could , in this same Land be found , She that was made of Beautys mold , in virtues did abound : And down upon her bended knee , this lovely dame did fall , And pray'd for his prosperity , with his return and all . So to the brackish Seas with speed , this Loyal Seaman went , Which did in her much trouble breed , and caus'd her discontent : For e're he to Virginia came , he lost his dearest life , And ne'r returnd to her again , to espouse her as his wife . But this to her was still unknown , in vain did she expect , Her true and faithful Lover home , whom she did so affect , But oft to Dundree Hill she went , to see ships under Sail , Where she most sadly did lament , and Courage then did fail , Ah me of all unfortunate , thus to her self she sed , I fear that cruel rigid fate , hath struck my true Love dead , But if it prove for to be true , that my dear Love is gone , All comforts then I 'le bid adieu , alas I 'me quite undone . I 'le melt away , in brinish tears , mine eyes no more shall close , And I 'le add sorrow to my fears , all Comforts I 'le oppose : I 'le have a Motto on my Tomb , shall make true Lovers mourn , 'Till for my sake they shall consume , and languish here forlorn . At last the tydings to her came , that her true Love was dead , And to the world she did proclaime , her joys were gone and fled : No comfort in this world she took , but night and day she cry'd , She was of blessings quite forsook , and so poor soul she ty'd . FINIS .

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball , near the Hospital-Gate in Smithfield .