THE
BLOODY GARDENER’S TRAGEDY.
You constant lovers all, pray lend an ear
To this relation which I bring you here;
’Tis of a maiden fair,
A Shepherd’s daughter dear,
True love did prove her overthrow.
She was of beauty bright, both fair and clear,
And by a noble lord she courted were;
She was too young, we find,
As yet fond love to mind,
But little Cupid her heart did ensnare.
His parents were very high now in degree,
They said, My son, she is no match for thee:
If you’d our blessing have.
Grant us but what we crave,
Pray wed-none but to whom we shall agree.
For you, my son, I’ve chose a charming bride,
She’s young, and rich, and beautiful beside;
Of temper kind and free,
This match I choose for thee—
A shepherd’s daughter of so mean degree!
