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<HEAD>THE NEW BALOVV:</HEAD>
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<P>OR, <HI>A Wenches Lamentation for the lo&s;s of her Sweet-heart: he having left her with a Babe to play her, be|ing the Fruits of her Folly.</HI></P>
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<OPENER>The Tune is Balow.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>BAlow, my Babe, weep not for me:</L>
<L>Who&s;e greate&s;t grief's for wronging thee.</L>
<L>But pity her de&s;erved &s;mart,</L>
<L>Who can but blame her own kind heart,</L>
<L>For tru&s;ting to a flattering friend;</L>
<L>The faire&s;t tongue the fal&s;e&s;t mind.</L>
<L>Balow, me babe, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Balow my Babe, ly &s;till and &s;leep,</L>
<L>It grieves me &s;ore to hear thee weep:</L>
<L>If thou be &s;till I will be glad,</L>
<L>Thy weeping makes the mother &s;ad:</L>
<L>Balow, my boy, thy mothers joy,</L>
<L>Thy father wrought me great annoy.</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fir&s;t when he came to court my love,</L>
<L>With &s;ugred words be did me move;</L>
<L>His flattering and fained chear,</L>
<L>To me that time did not appear.</L>
<L>But now, I &s;ee that cruel be,</L>
<L>Cares neither foe my babe not me,</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I cannot choo&s;e but love him &s;till.</L>
<L>Altho that he bath done me ill,</L>
<L>For he hath &s;tolen away my heart,</L>
<L>And from him it cannot depart:</L>
<L>In well or wo, where ere he go,</L>
<L>Ile love him though he be my fo.</L>
<L>Balow, Balow, &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But peace my comfort, cur&s;e not him</L>
<L>Who now in &s;eas of grief doth &s;wim</L>
<L>Perhaps of death: for who can tell,</L>
<L>Whether the Iudge of heaven or hell,</L>
<L>By &s;ome prede&s;tinated death,</L>
<L>Revenging me, hath &s;topt his breath.</L>
<L>Balow, Balow, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If I were near tho&s;e fa;<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">l bounds,</L>
<L>Where he ly groaning in his wounds:</L>
<L>Repeating as he pants for breath.</L>
<L>Her name that wounds more deep then death</L>
<L>O then what womens heart &s;o &s;trong</L>
<L>Would not forget the greate&s;t wrong.</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If linen lack, for my loves &s;ake,</L>
<L>Whom once I loved: then would I take</L>
<L>My &s;meek even from my body meer,</L>
<L>And wrap him in that winding &s;heet,</L>
<L>Ay me vow happy had I bin,</L>
<L>If he had nere he on wrapt therein.</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Balow my babe, &s;pace thou thy tears,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ntil thou come to wit and years,</L>
<L>Thy griefs are gathering to a &s;um,</L>
<L>Heaven grant thee patience till they come,</L>
<L>A mothers fault a fathers &s;hame,</L>
<L>A haple&s;s &s;tate, a ba&s;tards name.</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Be &s;till my babe, and &s;leep a while,</L>
<L>And when thou wakes then &s;weatly &s;miles</L>
<L>But &s;mile not as thy father did</L>
<L>To cu&s;en maids: O heaven forbid</L>
<L>And yet into thy Face I &s;ee</L>
<L>Thy father dear which tempted me,</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Balow my babe. O follow not</L>
<L>His faithle&s;s &s;teps who thee begot</L>
<L>Nor glory in a maids di&s;grace,</L>
<L>For thou art his too much, alace,</L>
<L>And in the looking eyes read</L>
<L>Who ever threw my maiden head.</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O if I were a maid again,</L>
<L>All young mens flatteries I'd refraid:</L>
<L>Becau&s;e unto my grief I find,</L>
<L>That they are faithle&s;s and unkind,</L>
<L>Their tempting terms hath been my harm</L>
<L>Bear witne&s;s babe lyes in my arm</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Balow my babe, &s;pare yet thy fears,</L>
<L>Vntil thou come to wit and years;</L>
<L>Perhaps yet thou may come to be,</L>
<L>A cour&s;e our by di&s;daining me:</L>
<L>Poor me, poor me, alas poor me,</L>
<L>My own two eyes hade blinded me,</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>On Love and fortune I complain,</L>
<L>On them, and on my &s;elf al&s;o:</L>
<L>But mo&s;t of all mine own two eyes</L>
<L>The chiefe&s;t workers of my wo.</L>
<L>For they have cau&s;ed &s;o my &s;mart,</L>
<L>That I mu&s;t die without a heart,</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Balow my babe, thy Fathers dead</L>
<L>To me the Prodigal hath plaid:</L>
<L>Of heaven and earth regardle&s;s he</L>
<L>Pre&s;en'd the wars to me and thee,</L>
<L>I doubt that now his cur&s;ing mind</L>
<L>Make him eat accorns with the &s;wine</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Farewel, farewel, mo&s;t faithle&s;s youth</L>
<L>That ever ki&s;t a womans mouth,</L>
<L>Let never a woman after me,</L>
<L>Submit unto the curte&s;ie.</L>
<L>For if &s;he do, O cruel thou,</L>
<L>Would wrong them: O who can tell how,</L>
<L>Balow, balow, &amp;c.</L>
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