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The OXFORDSHIRE TRAGEDY
YOUNG virgins fair of beauty bright,
and you that are of Cupids fold,
Unto my tragedy draw near,
for it is true as e'er was told.
In Oxford liv'd a lady fair,
the daughter of a worty Knight,
A gentleman that lived near,
was enamour'd with her beauty bright.
and you that are of Cupids fold,
Unto my tragedy draw near,
for it is true as e'er was told.
In Oxford liv'd a lady fair,
the daughter of a worty Knight,
A gentleman that lived near,
was enamour'd with her beauty bright.
Rosanna was this maiden's name,
the flower of fair Oxfordshire;
This gentleman a courting came,
begging her to be his dear.
Her youthful heart to love inclin'd,
young Cupid bent his golden bow,
And left his fatal dart behind,
that prov'd Rosanna's overthrow.
the flower of fair Oxfordshire;
This gentleman a courting came,
begging her to be his dear.
Her youthful heart to love inclin'd,
young Cupid bent his golden bow,
And left his fatal dart behind,
that prov'd Rosanna's overthrow.
Within the pleasant groves they'd walk,
and vallies where the lambs do play
Sweet pleasant tales of love they talk,
for to pass away the summer day.
My charming lovely rose said he,
see how the pleasant flowers spring.
The pretty birds on every tree,
with melody the groves do ring.
and vallies where the lambs do play
Sweet pleasant tales of love they talk,
for to pass away the summer day.
My charming lovely rose said he,
see how the pleasant flowers spring.
The pretty birds on every tree,
with melody the groves do ring.
I nothing want for to delight,
my soul, but those sweet charms of thine,
Our hearts are fix'd therefore my dear,
like the turtel-dove let us combine.
my soul, but those sweet charms of thine,
Our hearts are fix'd therefore my dear,
like the turtel-dove let us combine.
