The love-sick maid quickly revived. : Within the prime time of the Spring, vvithin a meadow she did sing ; and solemnly these words she said, I fear that I shall dye a maid: but her sweetheart in ambush lay, and heard the words that she did say ; as in this ditty you may hear if that you please but to give ear. Tune is, What shall I do, shall I dye for love, &c. Or, the Hay-makers.
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Imprint: | London : Printed for Phil. Brooksby at the Golden ball in West smithfield., [between 1670-1696] |
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Description: | 1 online resource (1 sheet ([1] pages)) : illustrations (woodcuts) |
Language: | English |
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Format: | E-Resource Book |
URL for this record: | http://pi.lib.uchicago.edu/1001/cat/bib/11500573 |