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11Balow, my babe, ly stil and sleipe!Balow, my babe, weep not for me,
22It grieves me sair to see thee weipe;Whose greatest grief's for wronging thee,
33If thoust be silent, Ise be glad,But pity her deserved smart,
44Thy maining maks my heart ful sad.Who can but blame her own kind heart,
55Balow, my boy, thy mither's joy!For trusting to a flattering friend,
66Thy father breides me great annoy.The fairest tongue, the falsest mind.
77Balow, my 'babe, ly stil and sleipe! Balow, my babe, &c.
88It grieves me sair to see thee weipe.
99Balow, my babe, ly still and sleep,
1010When he began to court my luve,It grieves me sore to hear thee weep:
1111And with his sugred words to muve,If thou be still I will be glad,
1212His faynings fals and flattering cheireThy weeping makes thy mother sad:
1313To me that time did not appeire:Balow, my boy, thy mother's joy,
1414But now I see, most cruell hee,Thy father wrought me great annoy.
1515Cares neither for my babe nor mee.
1616Balow, etc.First when he came to court my love,
1717With sugar'd words he did me move;
1818Ly stil, my darlinge, sleipe awhile,His flattering and fained cheer
1919And when thou wakest sweitly smile:To me that time did not appear,
2020But smile not, as thy father did,But now I see that cruel he,
2121To cozen maids; nay, God forbid!Cares neither for my babe nor me.
2222But yette I feire, thou wilt gae neire,
2323Thy fatheris hart and face to beire.I cannot choose but love him still,
2424Balow, etc.Although that he bath done we ill,
2525For he hath stolen away my heart,
2626I cannae chuse, but ever willAnd from him it cannot depart;
2727Be luving to thy father stil:In well or wo, where ere he go,
2828Whaireir he gae, whaireir he ryde,I'll love him though he be my foe.
2929My luve with him maun stil abyde:
3030In weil or wae, whaireir he gae,But peace, my comfort, curse not him,
3131Mine hart can neir depart him frae.Who now in seas of grief doth swim,
3232Balow, etc.Perhaps of death: for who can tell
3333Whether the judge of heaven or hell,
3434But doe not, doe not, prettie mine,By some predestinated death
3535To faynings fals thine hart incline;Revenging me hath stopt his breath.
3636Be loyal to thy luver trew,
3737And nevir change hir for a new;If I were near those fatal bounds,
3838If gude or faire, of hir have care,Where he lies groaning in his wounds:
3939For womens banning's wonderous sair.Repeating, as he pants for breath,
4040Balow, etc.Her name that wounds more deep than death,
4141O then what woman's heart so strong
4242Bairne, sin thy cruel father is gane,Would not forget the greatest wrong?
4343Thy winsome smiles maun eise my paine;
4444My babe and I 'll together live,If linen lack for my loves sake
4545He'll comfort me when cares doe grieve;Whom once I loved, then would I take
4646My babe and I right saft will ly,My smock even from my body meet,
4747And quite forgeit man's cruelty.And wrap him in that winding sheet,
4848Balow, etc.Ay me, how happy had I been,
4949If he had ne'er been wrapt therein.
5050Fareweil, fareweil, thou falsest youth
5151That ever kist a woman's mouth!Balow, my babe, spare thou thy tears,
5252I wish all maids be warned by mee,Untill thou come to wit and years,
5353Nevir to trust man's curtesy;Thy griefs are gathering to a sum,
5454For if we doe but chance to bow,Heaven grant thee patience till they come,
5555They'll use us then they care not how.A mother's fault, a father's shame,
5656Balow, my 'babe, ly stil and sleipe!A hapless state, a bastard's name.
5757It grieves me sair to see thee weipe.
58Be still, my babe, and sleep a while,
59And when thou wake then sweetly smile,
60But smile not as thy father did,
61To cozen maids: O heaven forbid,
62And yet into thy face I see
63Thy father dear which tempted me.
64
65Balow, my babe, O follow not
66His faithless steps who thee begot,
67Nor glory in a maid's disgrace,
68For thou art his too much, alas!
69And in thy looking eyes I read
70Who overthrew my maidenhead.
71
72O if I were a maid again,
73All young men's flatteries I'd refrain:
74Because unto my grief I find
75That they are faithless and unkind,
76Their tempting terms have bred my harm,
77Bear witness babe lies in my arm.
78
79Balow, my babe, spare yet thy tears,
80Untill thou come to wit and years;
81Perhaps yet thou may come to be
82A courtier by disdaining me:
83Poor me., poor me, alas poor me,
84My own two eyes have blinded me!
85
86On love and fortune I complain,
87On them and on myself also:
88But most of all mine own two eyes,
89The chiefest workers of my woe,
90For they have caused so my smart,
91That I must die without a heart.
92
93Balow, my babe, thy father dead
94To me the prodigal hath play'd,
95Of heaven and earth regardless he
96Preferr'd the wars to me and thee.
97I doubt that now his cursing mind
98Makes him eat acorns with the swine.
99
100Farewell, farewell, most faithless youth,
101That ever kist a woman's mouth,
102Let never a woman after me,
103Submit unto the courtesy;
104For if she do, O cruel thou
105Would wrong them: O! who can tell how?

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