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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>True Love Requited: <HI>Or,</HI> The Bailiff's Daughter of <HI>I&s;lington.</HI></HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>The young-man's Friends the Maid did &s;corn,</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Cau&s;e &s;he was poor and left forlorn;</HI></L>
<L><HI>They &s;ent the E&s;quire to <HI>London</HI> fair,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To be an Apprentice &s;even year.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>And when he out on's time was come,</HI></L>
<L><HI>He met his Love a going home,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And then to end all farther &s;trife,</HI></L>
<L><HI>He took the Maid to be his Wife.</HI></L>
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<OPENER>To a North-Country Tune. Or, <HI>I have a good old Mother at home.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>THere was a youth, and a well-belov'd youth</L>
<L>and he was a E&s;quires Son,</L>
<L>He loved the Bayliffs daughter dear</L>
<L>that lived in <HI>I&s;lington.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>She was coy, and &s;he would not believe</L>
<L>that he did love her &s;o;</L>
<L>No, nor at any time &s;he would</L>
<L>any countenance to him &s;hew.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But when his friends did under&s;tand</L>
<L>his fond and fooli&s;h mind,</L>
<L>They &s;ent him up to fair <HI>London</HI></L>
<L>an Apprentice for to bind.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And when he had been &s;even long years</L>
<L>and his Love he had not &s;een,</L>
<L>Many a tear have I &s;hed for her &s;ake</L>
<L>when &s;he little thought of me.</L>
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<L>All the Maids of <HI>I&s;lington</HI></L>
<L>when forth to &s;port and play;</L>
<L>All but the Bayliffs Daughter dear,</L>
<L>&s;he &s;ecretly &s;tole away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She put off her Gown of gray,</L>
<L>and put on her puggi&s;h Attire;</L>
<L>She's up to fair <HI>London</HI> gone</L>
<L>her true Love to require.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As &s;he went along the Road,</L>
<L>the weather being hot and dry,</L>
<L>There was &s;he aware of her true Love,</L>
<L>at length came riding by.</L>
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<LG>
<L>She &s;tept to him as red as any Ro&s;e,</L>
<L>and took him by the Bridal Ring,</L>
<L>I pray you kind Sir give me one penny</L>
<L>to ea&s;e my weary Limb.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I prithee &s;weetheart can&s;t thou tell me</L>
<L>where that thou wa&s;t born?</L>
<L>At <HI>I&s;lington</HI> kind Sir, &s;aid &s;he,</L>
<L>where I have had many a &s;corn.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I prithee &s;weet-heart can&s;t thou tell me</L>
<L>whether thou do&s;t know</L>
<L>The Bailiffs Daughter of <HI>I&s;lington?</HI></L>
<L>&s;he's dead, Sir, long ago.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then will I &s;ell my goodly Steed,</L>
<L>my Saddle, and my Bow,</L>
<L>I will into &s;ome far Country,</L>
<L>where no man doth me know.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O &s;tay, O &s;tay, thou goodly Youth</L>
<L>&s;he's alive, &s;he is not dead;</L>
<L>Here &s;he &s;tandeth by thy &s;ide,</L>
<L>and is ready to be thy Bride.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O farewell grief, and welcome joy,</L>
<L>ten thou&s;and times and more;</L>
<L>For now I have &s;een my own true Love,</L>
<L>that I thought I &s;hould have &s;een no more.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby</HI> at the Golden Ball in <HI>Pye-corner.</HI></P>
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