| Author | Topic: Add: Fair lady pity me. | |
| Pip Freeman | Posted - 23 Jun 04 - 01:12 pm | |
Fair lady, pity me. Dear love, regard my grief, Do not my suit disdain; O yield me some relief, That am with sorows slain. Pity my grievous pain Long suffered for thy sake, Do not my suit disdain No time I rest can take. These seven long years and more Still have I loved thee; Do thou my joys restore Fair lady, pity me. Whilst that I live I love So fancy urgeth me; My mind cannot remove Such is my constancy. My mind is nobly bent Tho' I'm of low degree; Sweet lady, give consent To love and pity me. These seven long years and more Still I have loved thee; Do thou my joys restore Fair lady, pity me. Source: Songs of the West by S. Baring-Gould. Notes: Abridged from notes by S. Baring-Gould. Taken down from a labouring man at Exbourne. The melody is ancient and dates from the Tudor period. The words are a fragment from 'The Noble Lord's Cruelty,' 'Roxburgh Ballads,' ed. Ebsworth, vi. 681-3. It's date is before 1624. | ||
| masato sakurai | Posted - 26 Jun 04 - 01:01 pm | |
noble lords cruelty; or a pattern of true love [title] at Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads. | ||