Northern Nanny, or, The Loving lasses lamentation ... tune of, In January last &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B27475 of text R41565 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. 5KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B27475 Wing N1296B ocm 31355590

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo Northern Nanny, or, The Loving lasses lamentation ... : tune of, In January last e.t.c.c. n/a 1676 3 684 9 0 0 0 0 0 131.58 F The rate of 131.58 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2014-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-08 Sampled and proofread 2014-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Northern Nanny , Or : the loving Lasses lamentation , In this same Sonnet she doth plain discover The true affection of a saithful Lover , Wailing his abscence since by fortune cruel She was deprived of her dearest Jewel , Which may a pattern to all lovers be To take example by this maiden free . Tune of , In January last , &c.
ON Easter Monday last when Ladds and Lasses play As o're the green I past , near non time of the day , I heard a pensive Maiden mourn tears trickling down amain , Quoth she alass why was I born to live in mickle pain . Why did my love depart and leave me hird alone , To wail and break my heart with making of my moan , The marble Rocks with me lament sin e I have lost my dea● , As if with me they were c●ntent to drop a m● ra●ul ●ear . You Lasses of the ●orth come hear me tell my tale , Whilst I the praise set forth of him for whom I wail , Come sit ye down upon this gréen and patiently give ear , A true description I will give of him I love so dear . He hath a pleasant countenance and eke a rolling eye , Sike charms of love ligs in his s●●e , will make a maiden dye , His comly person finely made well shap't in every part , Wit tempting language to per●wade the mo●t obdurate he art .
When first it was my chance his person for to view , Each luek and smiling glance my love it would renew : I thought my self the happiest lass when I his love did win , For all the treasure of the earth I valued not a pin . True love on either side Did in our hearts take place , But this our joy and happiness did last but little space : For fortune she was always blind and crosses lovers true , And that 's the reason that I find I now have cause to rue . Our Daddys and our Mammys beath to us did cruel prove , And would not let us wedded be but sought to break our love , Which made my love and I lament things falling out so cross , So that for travel he was bent which grieves me for his loss . To cross the Seas he now is gone his sorrows to asswage , And left poor harmless me alone in this my tender age , My love sick heart is fill'd with woe which causeth me to mourn , O whither shall poor Nanny go untill my love return . In mans attire I 'le venture to find my love again , Amongst the strangers I will go through Holland , France , and Spain , No hardship shall a burden be my chance I 'le never rue To set my love at liberty my fancy I 'le pursue . Or in some noble man of Warr as Cabbin-Boy I 'le go , To find my love in countrys far to ease me of my woe , Was ever harmless lass so crost and so with love perplext . For fear my Johnny should be lost I am so griev'd and vext . My fathers frown I will not fear nor mothers anger mind , Since they have made me lose my dear by being so unkind , If they had granted their consent how happy had we been , To pass the time in merryment amongst the leaves so green . But now alass it is too late and all my hope is vain , My sorrow it will not abate till he return again , Vnless I f om my love do hear within a little space , Through desarts wild my course I 'le steer to find a resting place .

London Printed for F. Coles . T. Vere . J. Wright . and J. Clark .