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THE WEST-COUNTRY DAMOSEL’S COMPLAINT

a.Douce Ballads, II, fol. 254 b; Roxburghe Ballads, II, 499, Ebsworth, VI, 635.b.Douce Ballads, II, 245 b.

Also, Crawford Ballads, No 1331, Euing, 384. All the five: Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in West-Smithfield, neer the Hospital-gate. (1672-95.)

A maid entreats her lover, William, to marry her or put an end to her life. He unfeelingly bids her go to the wood and live on hips and haws. She leads this life for three months; then, exhausted with the hardship, goes to her sister’s house and begs an alms of food. The sister (who is her rival, st. 18) orders her men to hunt away the wild doe,and they drive her back to the forest, where she lies down and dies. Sweet William comes, stands at her head and her feet, kisses her, gives vent to his repentance and admiration in intense and elaborate expressions, then lies down by her side and dies.

The first eleven stanzas are in a fairly popular tone. It will be observed that the first and third verses rhyme in 12-24, but not in 1-11. The whole may be one man’s work, who may have thought that an elegy should properly be more artificial, both in form and in style, than a story, but I incline to think that the lament is a later attachment.

1‘When will you marry me, William,And make me your wedded wife?Or take you your keen bright swordAnd rid me out of my life.’2‘Say no more so then, lady,Say you no more then so,For you shall into the wild forrest,And amongst the buck and doe.3‘Where thou shalt eat of the hips and haws,And the roots that are so sweet,And thou shalt drink of the cold water,That runs underneath [thy] feet.’4Now she had not been in the wild forrestPassing three months and a day,But with hunger and cold she had her fill,Till she was quite worn away.5At last she saw a fair tyl’d-house,And there she swore by the roodThat she would to that fair tyl’d-house,There for to get her some food.6But when she came unto the gates,Aloud, aloud she cry’d,An alms, an alms, my own sister!I ask you for no pride.7Her sister calld up her merry men all,By one, by two, and by three,And bid them hunt away that wild doe,As far as ere they could see.8They hunted her ore hill and dale,And they hunted her so soreThat they hunted her into the forrest,Where her sorrows grew more and more.9She laid a stone all at her head,And another all at her feet,And down she lay between these two,Till death had lulld her asleep.10When sweet Will came and stood at her head,And likewise stood at her feet,A thousand times he kist he[r] cold lips,Her body being fast asleep.11Yea, seaven times he stood at her feet,And seaven times at her head,A thousand times he shook her hand,Although her body was dead.12‘Ah wretched me!’ he loudly cry’d,‘What is it that I have done?O woud to the powers above I’de dy’d,When thus I left her alone!13‘Come, come, you gentle red-breast now,And prepare for us a tomb,Whilst unto cruel Death I bow,And sing like a swan my doom.14‘Why could I ever cruel beUnto so fair a creature?Alas! she dy’d for love of me,The loveliest she in nature!15‘For me she left her home so fairTo wander in this wild grove,And there with sighs and pensive careShe ended her life for love.16‘O constancy, in her thou’rt lost!Now let women boast no more;She’s fled unto the Elizium coast,And with her carryd the store.17‘O break, my heart, with sorrow filld,Come, swell, you strong tides of grief!You that my dear love have killd,Come, yield in death to me relief.18‘Cruel her sister, was’t for meThat to her she was unkind?Her husband I will never be,But with this my love be joynd.19‘Grim Death shall tye the marriage-bands,Which jealousie shan’t divide;Together shall tye our cold hands,Whilst here we lye side by side.20‘Witness, ye groves, and chrystial streams,How faithless I late have been,But do repent with dying leavesOf that my ungrateful sin;21‘And wish a thousand times that IHad been but to her more kind,And not have let a virgin dyeWhose equal there’s none can find.22‘Now heaps of sorrow press my soul;Now, now’t is she takes her way;I come, my love, without controule,Nor from thee will longer stay.’23With that he fetchd a heavy groarWhich rent his tender breast,And then by her he laid him down,When as death did give him rest.24Whilst mournful birds, with leavy boughs,To them a kind burial gave,And warbled out their love-sick vows,Whilst they both slept in their grave.

1‘When will you marry me, William,And make me your wedded wife?Or take you your keen bright swordAnd rid me out of my life.’

‘When will you marry me, William,

And make me your wedded wife?

Or take you your keen bright sword

And rid me out of my life.’

2‘Say no more so then, lady,Say you no more then so,For you shall into the wild forrest,And amongst the buck and doe.

‘Say no more so then, lady,

Say you no more then so,

For you shall into the wild forrest,

And amongst the buck and doe.

3‘Where thou shalt eat of the hips and haws,And the roots that are so sweet,And thou shalt drink of the cold water,That runs underneath [thy] feet.’

‘Where thou shalt eat of the hips and haws,

And the roots that are so sweet,

And thou shalt drink of the cold water,

That runs underneath [thy] feet.’

4Now she had not been in the wild forrestPassing three months and a day,But with hunger and cold she had her fill,Till she was quite worn away.

Now she had not been in the wild forrest

Passing three months and a day,

But with hunger and cold she had her fill,

Till she was quite worn away.

5At last she saw a fair tyl’d-house,And there she swore by the roodThat she would to that fair tyl’d-house,There for to get her some food.

At last she saw a fair tyl’d-house,

And there she swore by the rood

That she would to that fair tyl’d-house,

There for to get her some food.

6But when she came unto the gates,Aloud, aloud she cry’d,An alms, an alms, my own sister!I ask you for no pride.

But when she came unto the gates,

Aloud, aloud she cry’d,

An alms, an alms, my own sister!

I ask you for no pride.

7Her sister calld up her merry men all,By one, by two, and by three,And bid them hunt away that wild doe,As far as ere they could see.

Her sister calld up her merry men all,

By one, by two, and by three,

And bid them hunt away that wild doe,

As far as ere they could see.

8They hunted her ore hill and dale,And they hunted her so soreThat they hunted her into the forrest,Where her sorrows grew more and more.

They hunted her ore hill and dale,

And they hunted her so sore

That they hunted her into the forrest,

Where her sorrows grew more and more.

9She laid a stone all at her head,And another all at her feet,And down she lay between these two,Till death had lulld her asleep.

She laid a stone all at her head,

And another all at her feet,

And down she lay between these two,

Till death had lulld her asleep.

10When sweet Will came and stood at her head,And likewise stood at her feet,A thousand times he kist he[r] cold lips,Her body being fast asleep.

When sweet Will came and stood at her head,

And likewise stood at her feet,

A thousand times he kist he[r] cold lips,

Her body being fast asleep.

11Yea, seaven times he stood at her feet,And seaven times at her head,A thousand times he shook her hand,Although her body was dead.

Yea, seaven times he stood at her feet,

And seaven times at her head,

A thousand times he shook her hand,

Although her body was dead.

12‘Ah wretched me!’ he loudly cry’d,‘What is it that I have done?O woud to the powers above I’de dy’d,When thus I left her alone!

‘Ah wretched me!’ he loudly cry’d,

‘What is it that I have done?

O woud to the powers above I’de dy’d,

When thus I left her alone!

13‘Come, come, you gentle red-breast now,And prepare for us a tomb,Whilst unto cruel Death I bow,And sing like a swan my doom.

‘Come, come, you gentle red-breast now,

And prepare for us a tomb,

Whilst unto cruel Death I bow,

And sing like a swan my doom.

14‘Why could I ever cruel beUnto so fair a creature?Alas! she dy’d for love of me,The loveliest she in nature!

‘Why could I ever cruel be

Unto so fair a creature?

Alas! she dy’d for love of me,

The loveliest she in nature!

15‘For me she left her home so fairTo wander in this wild grove,And there with sighs and pensive careShe ended her life for love.

‘For me she left her home so fair

To wander in this wild grove,

And there with sighs and pensive care

She ended her life for love.

16‘O constancy, in her thou’rt lost!Now let women boast no more;She’s fled unto the Elizium coast,And with her carryd the store.

‘O constancy, in her thou’rt lost!

Now let women boast no more;

She’s fled unto the Elizium coast,

And with her carryd the store.

17‘O break, my heart, with sorrow filld,Come, swell, you strong tides of grief!You that my dear love have killd,Come, yield in death to me relief.

‘O break, my heart, with sorrow filld,

Come, swell, you strong tides of grief!

You that my dear love have killd,

Come, yield in death to me relief.

18‘Cruel her sister, was’t for meThat to her she was unkind?Her husband I will never be,But with this my love be joynd.

‘Cruel her sister, was’t for me

That to her she was unkind?

Her husband I will never be,

But with this my love be joynd.

19‘Grim Death shall tye the marriage-bands,Which jealousie shan’t divide;Together shall tye our cold hands,Whilst here we lye side by side.

‘Grim Death shall tye the marriage-bands,

Which jealousie shan’t divide;

Together shall tye our cold hands,

Whilst here we lye side by side.

20‘Witness, ye groves, and chrystial streams,How faithless I late have been,But do repent with dying leavesOf that my ungrateful sin;

‘Witness, ye groves, and chrystial streams,

How faithless I late have been,

But do repent with dying leaves

Of that my ungrateful sin;

21‘And wish a thousand times that IHad been but to her more kind,And not have let a virgin dyeWhose equal there’s none can find.

‘And wish a thousand times that I

Had been but to her more kind,

And not have let a virgin dye

Whose equal there’s none can find.

22‘Now heaps of sorrow press my soul;Now, now’t is she takes her way;I come, my love, without controule,Nor from thee will longer stay.’

‘Now heaps of sorrow press my soul;

Now, now’t is she takes her way;

I come, my love, without controule,

Nor from thee will longer stay.’

23With that he fetchd a heavy groarWhich rent his tender breast,And then by her he laid him down,When as death did give him rest.

With that he fetchd a heavy groar

Which rent his tender breast,

And then by her he laid him down,

When as death did give him rest.

24Whilst mournful birds, with leavy boughs,To them a kind burial gave,And warbled out their love-sick vows,Whilst they both slept in their grave.

Whilst mournful birds, with leavy boughs,

To them a kind burial gave,

And warbled out their love-sick vows,

Whilst they both slept in their grave.

The West-Country Damosels Complaint,or,The Faithful Lovers Last Farewel.Being the relation of a young maid who pined herself to death for the love of a young man, who, after he had notice of it, dyed likewise for grief.

The West-Country Damosels Complaint,or,The Faithful Lovers Last Farewel.

Being the relation of a young maid who pined herself to death for the love of a young man, who, after he had notice of it, dyed likewise for grief.

Careless young men, by this a warning takeHow you kind virgins, when they love, forsake;Least the same fate oretake you, and you dyeFor breach of vows and infidelity.Be kind, but swear not more then what you mean,Least comick jests become a trajeck scean.

Careless young men, by this a warning take

How you kind virgins, when they love, forsake;

Least the same fate oretake you, and you dye

For breach of vows and infidelity.

Be kind, but swear not more then what you mean,

Least comick jests become a trajeck scean.

To the tune of Johnny Armstrong.

203. leaves(so in all) seems doubtful, but I can conjecture nothing better. gleamsis just possible.

23. thou shalt unto.34. runs beneath thy.112. times stood.204. thatwanting.224. will no longer.

23. thou shalt unto.

34. runs beneath thy.

112. times stood.

204. thatwanting.

224. will no longer.

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