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<DATE>2014-03-26</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B140211.apex.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Fair and Loyal Maid of Bri&s;tow.</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L>Dame Fortune on this Maiden frown'd,</L>
<L>That once on her did &s;mile,</L>
<L>She was in tears of &s;orrow drown'd,</L>
<L>That death did her beguile.</L>
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<OPENER><HI>To the Tune of, <HI>Jenny Ginn,</HI> Or, <HI>Bu&s;ie Fame.</HI></HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>THere liv'd in <HI>Bri&s;tol</HI> City fair,</L>
<L>a Maiden fair and bright,</L>
<L>To whom a Seaman did repair</L>
<L>&s;he was his hearts delight,</L>
<L>No comfort had he in this life,</L>
<L>when &s;he was from him gone,</L>
<L>'Twas &s;he he vow'd &s;hould be his wife</L>
<L>and her he doted on.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But Fortune did upon them frown,</L>
<L>that once on them did &s;mile,</L>
<L>And &s;he that did the&s;e Lovers Crown,</L>
<L>at la&s;t did them beguile:</L>
<L>And to <HI>Virginia</HI> he mu&s;t go,</L>
<L>his fortune to advance,</L>
<L>VVhich did procure their overthrow&punc;</L>
<L>Oh &s;ad unhappy chance.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And at his parting &s;howres of tears,</L>
<L>came trickling from their eyes,</L>
<L>She was po&s;&s;e&s;t with deadly fears&punc;</L>
<L>and doubt did her &s;urprize:</L>
<L>Lea&s;t he &s;hould ne'r return again,</L>
<L>to Crown her Nuptial day,</L>
<L>And as &s;he &s;adly did complain,</L>
<L>thus he to her did &s;ay.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Cea&s;e, cea&s;e, my dear do not complain,</L>
<L>I'le faithful be to you,</L>
<L>And let me peri&s;h on the main,</L>
<L>If e're I prove untrue:</L>
<L>And with a thou&s;and Ki&s;&s;es I,</L>
<L>my faithful promi&s;e Seal,</L>
<L>VVhile &s;he perceived from his eye,</L>
<L>a trickling tear to &s;teal.</L>
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<LG>
<L>More faithful Lovers ever could,</L>
<L>in this &s;ame Land be found,</L>
<L>She that was made of Beautys mold,</L>
<L>in virtues did abound:</L>
<L>And down upon her bended knee,</L>
<L>this lovely dame did fall,</L>
<L>And pray'd for his pro&s;perity,</L>
<L>with his return and all.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>So to the bracki&s;h Seas with &s;peed,</L>
<L>this Loyal Seaman went,</L>
<L>Which did in her much trouble breed,</L>
<L>and cau&s;'d her di&s;content:</L>
<L>For e're he to <HI>Virginia</HI> came,</L>
<L>he lo&s;t his deare&s;t life,</L>
<L>And ne'r returnd to her again,</L>
<L>to e&s;pou&s;e her as his wife.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But this to her was &s;till unknown,</L>
<L>in vain did &s;he expect,</L>
<L>Her true and faithful Lover home,</L>
<L>whom &s;he did &s;o affect,</L>
<L>But oft to <HI>Dundree</HI> Hill &s;he went,</L>
<L>to &s;ee &s;hips under Sail,</L>
<L>Where &s;he mo&s;t &s;adly did lament,</L>
<L>and Courage then did fail,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ah me of all unfortunate,</L>
<L>thus to her &s;elf &s;he &s;ed,</L>
<L>I fear that cruel rigid fate,</L>
<L>hath &s;truck my true Love dead,</L>
<L>But if it prove for to be true,</L>
<L>that my dear Love is gone,</L>
<L>All comforts then I'le bid adieu,</L>
<L>alas I'me quite undone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'le melt away, in brini&s;h tears,</L>
<L>mine eyes no more &s;hall clo&s;e,</L>
<L>And I'le add &s;orrow to my fears,</L>
<L>all Comforts I'le oppo&s;e:</L>
<L>I'le have a Motto on my Tomb,</L>
<L>&s;hall make true Lovers mourn,</L>
<L>'Till for my &s;ake they &s;hall con&s;ume,</L>
<L>and langui&s;h here forlorn.</L>
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<LG>
<L>At la&s;t the tydings to her came,</L>
<L>that her true Love was dead,</L>
<L>And to the world &s;he did proclaime,</L>
<L>her joys were gone and fled:</L>
<L>No comfort in this world &s;he took,</L>
<L>but night and day &s;he cry'd,</L>
<L>She was of ble&s;&s;ings quite for&s;ook,</L>
<L>and &s;o poor &s;oul &s;he ty'd.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> P. Brooksby <HI>at the</HI> Golden Ball, <HI>near the</HI> Ho&s;pital-Gate <HI>in</HI> Smithfield.</P>
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