This news did grieve her at the heart, But straight she runs to see, Whether it was so or no, It prov'd the contrary. For both the babes she found alive, And Lodwick, his beloved friend, To overthrow his foes. The victory they soon obtain'd, And took the Lord and Queen, And doom'd them to such cruel deaths, As yet had not been seen, `King Alexander again was crown'd By help of his good friend, Their griefs to joys converted were, Their pleasures did transcend, XVII. "LONDON LASSES LAMENTATION: OR, Her fear she should never be married." To the tune of-I marry, and thank ye too. ALAS! I am in a rage, And bitterly weep and cry, Because I'm nineteen years of age, Yet cannot be married, not I. No gallant regards my moan, Mine eyes do like fountains flow, There's Margery, Sue and Kate Young men I must tell you true, I am both fair and handsome too, My Father is grey and old, And surely ere long will die, And though he 'll leave me all his gold Yet cannot be married, not I. Oh this is my grief and care! ; I am in distraction hurl'd, I am a poor love-sick girl, And ready with grief to die, I proffer'd jewels and gold, Yet cannot be married, not I. In silks I am still array'd, And ev'ry new fashion buy, Because I'm loth to die a maid, Yet cannot be married, not I. I paint and I powder still, To tempt all that I come nigh, But yet let me do what I will, Yet cannot be married, not I. There's n'er a lass in town, For beauty can me come nigh, But fortune she has sent a frown, I cannot be married, not I. The gold which I have in store, XVIII. "THE LOVELY NORTHERN LASS, Who in this ditty here complaining shews What harm she got milking her daddy's ewes." To a pleasant Scotch tune called The Broom of Cowdon Knowes. THROUGH Liddersdale as lately I went, I musing on did pass, I heard a maid was discontent, She sigh'd and said, alas! All maids that ever deceived were, When I milkt my daddy's ewes. My love into the fields did come |