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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>The Sorrowful Ladies Complaint,</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<P>Relating how a Damo&s;el Lamenteth the lo&s;s of her Lover, who behaved him&s;elf very Valiantly in a late Engagement at Sea, but at la&s;t was unfortunately Slain.</P>
<LG>
<L>This Stories known both far and wide,</L>
<L>To <HI>Holland's</HI> wonder, <HI>England's</HI> Pride;</L>
<L>Come therefore every Loyal Heart;</L>
<L>And in my burden bear a part.</L>
</LG>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>The Earl of <HI>Sandwich</HI> farewel.</HI></OPENER>
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<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
<LG>
<L>One morning I walk'd by my &s;elf on the &s;hoar,</L>
<L>When the Tempe&s;t did &s;ing and the Waves they did roar,</L>
<L>Yet the noi&s;e of the winde and the waters was drown'd</L>
<L>By the pittiful cry and the &s;orrowful &s;ound,</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Of ah! ah! ah! my Love's dead,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There is not a Bell</HI></L>
<L><HI>But a Triton's &s;hell,</HI></L>
<L>To ring, to ring, to ring my Love's knell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It troubled me much when I heard all her grief,</L>
<L>But hoping it might not be pa&s;s all Relief,</L>
<L>I followed the voice till at the la&s;t I e&s;yp'd</L>
<L>A &s;orrowful Lady, and all that &s;he cry'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Was ah, ah, ah, my Love's dead,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There is not a Bell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But a Triton's &s;hell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To ring, to ring, to ring my Love's knell.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A hand&s;omer Damo&s;el &s;ure never were &s;een,</L>
<L>With a face like an Angel, a Robe like a Queen,</L>
<L>A Voyce like a Syren, and Eyes like a Dove,</L>
<L>Yet ever &s;he cry'd for the lo&s;&s;e of her Love;</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Ah, ah, ah, my Loves dead, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When my Love was alive his courage was &s;uch,</L>
<L>He conquered the Dane, and affrighted the Dutch,</L>
<L>He ventur'd to &s;hew he ne'r fear'd to dye,</L>
<L>But woe be to me that for ever mu&s;t cry,</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Ah, ah, ah my Love's dead,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There is not a Bell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But a Triton's &s;hell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To ring, to ring, to ring my Love's knell.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Surrounded with Ships and a&s;ulted by Foes,</L>
<L>He &s;toutly received, and returned their blows;</L>
<L>So well he did manage his Ship in the &s;trife,</L>
<L>That he never would yeild till he yeilded his life,</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Ah, ah, ah, my Love's dead, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To recal him to life, Oh what would I give?</L>
<L>But &s;ince he is dead, 'tis no pleasure to live,</L>
<L>He ventur'd for me, and &s;hall I be afraid,</L>
<L>To dye for my love? it &s;hall never be &s;aid:</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Ah, ah, ah, my Loves dead,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There is not a Bell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But a Triton's &s;hell,</HI></L>
<L>To ring, to ring, to ring my Love's knell.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
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<HEAD>The &s;econd Part:</HEAD>
<OPENER><UNCLEAR>to the</UNCLEAR> &s;ame Tune</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>My Love lies now in his watry Grave,</L>
<L>And hath nothing to &s;hew for his Tomb but a Wave,</L>
<L>I'le ki&s;&s;e his dear lips, then the Corral more Red,</L>
<L>That grows where he lies in his watry Bed,</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Ah, ah, ah, my Love's dead,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There is not a Bell, but a Trytons &s;hell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To ring, to ring, to ring my Loves knell.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Oriental Pearl, which the Ocean be&s;tows,</L>
<L>We'l mix with a Corral, a Crown to compose:</L>
<L>The Sea Nymps &s;hall grieve, and envy our bli&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>We'l teach them to love'and like Cockels to ki&s;&s;e,</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Ah, ah, ah, my Loves dead,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There is not a Bell, but a Trytons &s;hell.</HI></L>
<L><HI>To ring, to ring, to ring my Loves knell.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He go to my Love that lies in the deep,</L>
<L>And in my imbraces my deare&s;t &s;hall &s;leep,</L>
<L>VVhen, awake, the kind <HI>Dolphine</HI> together &s;hall throng,</L>
<L>In Chariots of Shells to convey him along,</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Ah, ah, ah, my Loves dead,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There is not a Bell, but a Trytons &s;hell;</HI></L>
<L><HI>To ring, to ring, to ring my Loves knell.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And ju&s;t as &s;he &s;poke, &s;he was ca&s;ting her &s;elf</L>
<L>From the top of a Rock on a dangerous &s;helf,</L>
<L>But I being near her made ha&s;t to her aid,</L>
<L>And &s;av<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">d her from falling, when ju&s;t &s;he had &s;aid</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Ah, ah, ah, my Loves dead,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There is not a Bell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But a Trytons &s;hell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To ring, to ring, to ring my Loves knell.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fair Lady, &s;aid I, whether Maiden or VVife,</L>
<L>Your death will not call the departed to Life:</L>
<L>Loves fire goes out at the lo&s;&s;e of the Fuel,</L>
<L>And though you be content, you need not be cruel.</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Ah! what though your Loves dead,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet he had a Bell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Not a Trytons &s;hell</HI></L>
<L><HI>To ring, to ring, to ring out his knell.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She &s;tarted to find this unhappy &s;urprize,</L>
<L>With grief in her face, and di&s;dain in her eyes,</L>
<L>She told me my kindne&s;s had done her much wrong,</L>
<L>She pray'd me to bear but a part in her Song:</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Ah, ah, ah, my Loves dead,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There was not a bell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But a Trytons &s;hell,</HI></L>
<L>To ring, to ring, to ring out his knell.</L>
</LG>
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<P>London, Printed for Phillip Brooksby, at the Ho&s;pital-gate in We&s;t-&s;mith-field.</P>
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