Deplorable news from Southwark;
Or, the loving Lasses Lamentations for the loss of their Sweet-hearts.
They sigh, they sob, they sorow and complain,
Fearing their Loves will never come again:
It is the lusty Souldiers as they say,
Have stoln from them their pretty hearts away.
The tune is, Saint Gyleses.
THe Lasses now of
Southwark
lament and make great moan,
Because from them their swéet-hearts
departed are and gone.
Thare's
Peggy, Alce, and Bridget,
and many others more
With howling and with wéeping,
have made their eye-sight sore,
The gallant,
Valiant
Souldiers as they say
Have stolen from them their pretty hearts away.
The Souldiers which in
Southwark
did quarter here and there,
Each one of them that had swéet-hearts
was constant to his deare;
Both civill in their actions,
and constant in their carriage,
And yet some of the Lasses now
Complain for lack of marrriage.
The gallant,
Valiant
Souldiers as they
Have stoln from them their pretty hearts away.
To speak of their procéedings,
I hope none will me blame,
The better for to know them,
I will them to you name.
Fair
Maudlin she lov'd
Martin,
and
Joan she loved
John,
Winnifred lov'd
William,
and
Ned was loved of
Nan.
Those valiant
Gallant
Souldiers as they say,
Have stoln from them their pretty hearts away.
Betty she lov'd
Robert,
and
Dick lov'd
Dorothy,
Rowland he lov'd
Rachael,
and
Kate lov'd
Anthony:
Swéet
Rose she lov'd bold
Stephen,
and
Hester she lov'd
Waltet,
And more news of their passages
I mean to speak hereafter.
The valiant,
Gallant
Souldiers as they say,
Hove stoln the maidens hearts from them away.
Rebecca she lov'd
John well,
and
George lov'd
Margery,
Kester he lov'd
Jany:
and
Nell lov'd
Humphrey
Francis lov'd fair
Phillis,
And
Samuel he lov'd
Sary,
Debora she lov'd
Daniel,
and
Thomas he lov'd
Mary.
The valiant
Gallant
Souldiers as they say,
Have
stoln[?] the damsels hearts from them away.
THe bonny brave young Souldiers are
of late from
Southwarke gone,
To quarter in the Country.
and left their loves alone;
Who now in dolefull manner
doth bitterly complain,
Much fearing that their swéet-hearts
will never come again.
The valliant,
Gallant
Souldiers as they say,
Have stole their pretty hearts from them away.
The next news of these Damsels,
that I have here to tell yée,
Pore
Kate hath got a griping
and rumbling in her belly;
And pretty
Nancies Apron
is grown too short before,
And so is
Nans and
Sarahs
and many others more.
The valiant,
Gallant,
Souldiers as they say,
Hath stoln both their loves and hearts away.
Pore
Maries nose looks picked,
and so doth bonny
Nell,
And
Betties under Peticoat
strange tales of her doth tell:
Mary is halfe deceived,
and
Debro quite beguil'd,
Sara hath lost her Maiden-head,
and
Susan's great with Child.
The gallant,
Valliant
Souldiers as they say,
Hath stoln from them their Maiden-heads away.
Rose sayes though she hath gotten
no Livings nor no Lands,
Yet if she had her Love againe
she would labour with her hands
To kéepe and to maintain him,
all the dayes of her life,
So he would be contented
to take her to his Wife.
The valliant,
Gallant
Souldier she doth say,
Hath stoln both her heart and love away
The rest that hath béen named,
are all of
Roses mind,
And would unto their Swéet-hearts be
both loyall, true, and kind,
So they might have their company,
by day and eke by night,
O that's the thing they wish for.
to have them in their sight.
But the valliant,
Gallant,
Soldiers as they say,
Hath stoln their bonny hearts from them away.
To draw to a conclusion,
I wish all Damsels mild.
Both them that have flat bellyes,
and them that are with child:
To beare all things with prudence,
and suffer patiently,
And buy each one a Hand-kercher
to wipe her wet eyes dry.
And when your
Sweet-hearts
Come to you again,
They'l use a means to cure you of your pain,
Be not too heavy-minded,
but thus I'd have you pray,
That those which stole your hearts from you
and carryed them away,
May come again with safety,
and make you all amends,
To marry you and love you,
and so my Ditty ends.
The valliant,
Gallants
Hath stoln your hearts away,
They'l bring them home again another day.
Printed for Tho. Vere, at the Angel, without New-gate.