Humours of Gravel-Lane, or, The cobler's daughter's wedding/The Lamenting Maiden

The LAMENTING MAIDEN.

⁠Ye maids, wives. & widows alſo, give attention,
Unto theſe few lines, tho’ diſmal to mention ;
I’m a maiden diſtracted, in the deſerts i'll rove,
To the gods I’ll complain for the loſs of my love.

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Broken-hearted I wander, broken-hearted I wander,
My bonny light-horſemen is ſlain in the war.

⁠Had I wings like an eagle; ſo quickly I’d fly,
To the very ſpot where my true-love did die.
On his grave would I flutter my outſtretch’d wings,
And kiſs his cold lips over and over again.

⁠Two years & two months ſince he left England’s
My bonny light-horſeman that I did adore; (ſhore,
O why was I born, the ſad day for to ſee, (me.
When the drum beat to arms & did force him from

⁠Not a Lord, Duke or Earl could my love exceed.
Nor a more finer youth for his King e’er did bleed.
When mounted on horſe he ſo pay did appear,
And by all his regiment reſpected he were.

⁠Like the dove that doth mourn when it looſes its
So will I for my love, till I die for his ſake, (mate.
Not a man on this earth my affections ſlall gain,
I’ll a maid live and die for my love that was ſlain.

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Printed by J. & M, Robortſon, Saltmarket, 1802.