The Maidens lamentation, or, An Answer to the seamen and souldiers last farewel to their dearest jewels ... to the tune of I am so deep in love, or, Cupids courtesie. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B26441 of text R41482 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 B26441 Wing M270 ocm 31355429

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo The Maidens lamentation, or, An Answer to the seamen and souldiers last farewel to their dearest jewels ... : to the tune of I am so deep in love, or, n/a 1680 1 646 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. 2014-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-07 Sampled and proofread 2014-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Maidens Lamentation . OR , An Answer to the Seamen and Souldiers last farewel to their dearest Jewels . She sighs and mourns , and begs on him to stay , But all will not avail , he must away : Earnest perswasions could not move his heart , Since 't was ordain'd that he from her must part : At length when no intreaty would prevail , She sadly took her leave , and he hoyst sail . To the Tune of , I am so deep in love : Or , Cupids Courtesie .

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ALas my dearest joy , why wilt thou leave me ? Of thy sweet company do not bereave me : I shall but pine away , if thou go from me , Then prethee dearest stay , O do not wrong me . Why wilt thou cross the Seas , to fight with strangers , When thou mayst live at ease , free from all dangers : I 'le fold thee in mine arms , nothing shall grieve thee ; I 'le keep thee from all harms , dear do not leave me . Princes and Dukes may go , and Lords in person , To fight against the foe , and try their fortune . Thou mayst be spared though I nothing doubt me , They can have men enough , and go without thee . Thou art more dear to me , then gold or treasure , When thou art gone to Sea , farewel all pleasure . Let pitty move thy heart , my dearest Iewel , O do not from me part , be not so cruel . Think how the stormy winds , on the Seas rages , Which daunt poor Seamens minds , and joy asswages , Tempests of Hail and Rain , dayly will fear thee , When thou art on the main . I cannot chear thee .

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WHat pleasure canst thou take , in claps of thunder , To cause my heart to ake , whilst we'r assunder : When dreadful Cannons roar , and Foes assayl thee , To wish thee on the shore , will not avail thee . Therefore my dearest friend , let my grief move thee , To stay upon the Land , and I will love thee : Thou shalt have hearts delight , pleasure to charm thee , When others toyl in fight , nothing shall harm thee . But since thou dost reject all my perswasions , And my advice neglect , as fond evasions : If that thou needs wilt go , thy sword to brandish , Then must I wail in woe , and sadly languish . All joys I will forsake , when we are parted , Dear love some pitty take , and prove true-hearted . Let not my love be lost , O do not scorn me , When thou with waves are tost , then think upon me . Constant I will remain , and faithful ever ; Till thou return again , I scorn to waver : My love is fixed sure , in a firm station , And always shall endure , without alteration . Take here this Ring of Gold , dear love and accept it , Thou know'st I may be bold , for thee I kept it : The Posie thou may'st see , Think on the Giver : Dearest remember me , i 'me thine for ever . Let me not see thee go , I ne'r can bide it , My heart is full of woe , I cannot hide it : My eyes with tears do swell , grief doth oppress me , My dearest Love farewel , and heavens bless thee .

Printed for F. Coles , T. Vere , J. Wright , and J. Clarke .