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11Balow, my babe, weep not for me, Balow, my babe, ly stil and sleipe!
22Whose greatest grief's for wronging thee, It grieves me sair to see thee weipe;
33But pity her deserved smart, If thoust be silent, Ise be glad,
44Who can but blame her own kind heart, Thy maining maks my heart ful sad.
55For trusting to a flattering friend, Balow, my boy, thy mither's joy!
66The fairest tongue, the falsest mind. Thy father breides me great annoy.
77 Balow, my babe, &c. Balow, my 'babe, ly stil and sleipe!
88 It grieves me sair to see thee weipe.
99Balow, my babe, ly still and sleep,
1010It grieves me sore to hear thee weep: When he began to court my luve,
1111If thou be still I will be glad, And with his sugred words to muve,
1212Thy weeping makes thy mother sad: His faynings fals and flattering cheire
1313Balow, my boy, thy mother's joy, To me that time did not appeire:
1414Thy father wrought me great annoy. But now I see, most cruell hee,
1515 Cares neither for my babe nor mee.
1616First when he came to court my love, Balow, etc.
1717With sugar'd words he did me move;
1818His flattering and fained cheer Ly stil, my darlinge, sleipe awhile,
1919To me that time did not appear, And when thou wakest sweitly smile:
2020But now I see that cruel he, But smile not, as thy father did,
2121Cares neither for my babe nor me. To cozen maids; nay, God forbid!
2222 But yette I feire, thou wilt gae neire,
2323I cannot choose but love him still, Thy fatheris hart and face to beire.
2424Although that he bath done we ill, Balow, etc.
2525For he hath stolen away my heart,
2626And from him it cannot depart; I cannae chuse, but ever will
2727In well or wo, where ere he go, Be luving to thy father stil:
2828I'll love him though he be my foe. Whaireir he gae, whaireir he ryde,
2929 My luve with him maun stil abyde:
3030But peace, my comfort, curse not him, In weil or wae, whaireir he gae,
3131Who now in seas of grief doth swim, Mine hart can neir depart him frae.
3232Perhaps of death: for who can tell Balow, etc.
3333Whether the judge of heaven or hell,
3434By some predestinated death But doe not, doe not, prettie mine,
3535Revenging me hath stopt his breath. To faynings fals thine hart incline;
3636 Be loyal to thy luver trew,
3737If I were near those fatal bounds, And nevir change hir for a new;
3838Where he lies groaning in his wounds: If gude or faire, of hir have care,
3939Repeating, as he pants for breath, For womens banning's wonderous sair.
4040Her name that wounds more deep than death, Balow, etc.
4141O then what woman's heart so strong
4242Would not forget the greatest wrong? Bairne, sin thy cruel father is gane,
4343 Thy winsome smiles maun eise my paine;
4444If linen lack for my loves sake My babe and I 'll together live,
4545Whom once I loved, then would I take He'll comfort me when cares doe grieve;
4646My smock even from my body meet, My babe and I right saft will ly,
4747And wrap him in that winding sheet, And quite forgeit man's cruelty.
4848Ay me, how happy had I been, Balow, etc.
4949If he had ne'er been wrapt therein.
5050 Fareweil, fareweil, thou falsest youth
5151Balow, my babe, spare thou thy tears, That ever kist a woman's mouth!
5252Untill thou come to wit and years, I wish all maids be warned by mee,
5353Thy griefs are gathering to a sum, Nevir to trust man's curtesy;
5454Heaven grant thee patience till they come, For if we doe but chance to bow,
5555A mother's fault, a father's shame, They'll use us then they care not how.
5656A hapless state, a bastard's name. Balow, my 'babe, ly stil and sleipe!
5757 It 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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