The merry carelesse lover: or, A pleasant new ditty, called, I love a lasse since yesterday, and yet I cannot get her. To the tune of, The mother beguilde the daughter. Guy, Robert, writer of ballads. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B00112 of text452 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 12545). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 B00112 STC 12545 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[238] 99884353 ocm99884353 183045 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B00112) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183045) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:1[128]) The merry carelesse lover: or, A pleasant new ditty, called, I love a lasse since yesterday, and yet I cannot get her. To the tune of, The mother beguilde the daughter. Guy, Robert, writer of ballads. 1 sheet ([1] p.). For F. Coules, Printed at London : [ca. 1640?] Signed: By Robert Guy. Publication date suggested by STC. Verse: "Oft have I heard of many men ..." In two parts, separated for mounting; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproduction of original in the British Library. NACO eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. B00112 452 (STC 12545). civilwar no The merry carelesse lover: or, A pleasant new ditty, called, I love a lasse since yesterday, and yet I cannot get her. To the tune of, The m Guy, Robert, writer of ballads. 1640 967 1 0 0 0 0 0 10 C The rate of 10 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-08 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-10 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-11 John Pas Sampled and proofread 2008-11 John Pas Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion The merry Carelesse Lover : OR , A pleasant new Ditty , called , I love a Lasse since yesterday , And yet I cannot get her . To the tune of , The Mother beguilde the Daughter . OFt have I heard of many men , which love have sore tormented , With griefe of heart , and bitter smart , and mindes much discontented . Such love to me shall never be distastefull , grievous bitter . I have loved a Lasse since yesterday , and yet I cannot get her . But let her chuse , if she refuse , and goe to take another : I will not grieve , but still will be the merry carelesse Lover . I will no foolish Lover be , to waste my meanes upon her : But if she doe prove firme to me , in heart I will her honour . And if she scorne my part to take , I know a way to fit her , My heart with griefe shall never ake , what man soever get her . Then let her chuse , if she refuse , and goe to take another , &c. And yet I know not what to thinke , she makes a shew she loves me , What néed I feare from me she 'l shrinke , some foolish passion mooves me , Sometimes to hope , sometimes to feare , it hangs upon a Twitter , Whether she hates or loves me deare , to lose her , or to get her . But let her chuse , if she refuse &c. Some women they are in firme in love , and some they are uncertaine , Scarce one in twenty loyall prove , yet if it were my fortune To get this Lasse unto my wife , I know not one more fitter , In lawfull love to leade our lives , i● 't were my hap to get her . But let her chuse , &c. I am a man indifferent , whether she will or will not My Sweet-heart be for to love me , if she do's not , it skills not . If she fancy me , I le constant be , this Lasse she is a Knitter . And I have her loved since yesterday , but yet I cannot get her . But let her chuse , if she refuse , and goe to take another , I le never grieve , but still will be the merry carelesse Lover . The second part , To the same tune . THis Lasse she doth in Yorkeshire live , there in a Towne call'd Forset , Her minde to labour she doth give , she can knit Silke or Worset . I know not well what I should say , in spéech she 's sometimes bitter , And I have her loved since yesterday , and yet I cannot get he . But let her chuse , if she refuse , And goe to take another , I le never grieve , but still will be the merry carelesse Lover . Sometimes she will upon me smile , and sometimes she is sullen , As she doth sit , and Stockins knits , of Iarsie and of Wollen , She gets the praise above the rest , to be a curious Knitter : She loves me , as she doth professe , and yet I cannot get her . But let her chuse , &c. Her Portion is not very much , but for the same what care I , So she with me will but kéepe touch , and not in minde will vary , For pelfe I doe not passe a straw , her beauty likes me better , For I have her loved since yesterday , and yet I cannot get her . But let her chuse , &c. I will bethinke me what is best a way for to be taken , Her love to gaine , and her obtaine , I would not be forsaken , Nor would I have her say me nay , nor give me speeches bitter , For I have her loved since yesterday , and yet I cannot get her . But let her chuse , &c. I have her Fathers frée consent , that she with me should marry : Her Mother likewise is content , and grieves that she should carry So proude a minde , or be unkinde to me in speeches bitter , For I beare to her a loving minde , and yet I cannot get her . But let her chuse , &c. With her I at a Wedding was , where we did dance together , She is a curious handsome Lasse , and yet like winde and weather , Her minde doth change , she 's kinde , she 's strange , milde , gentle , cruell , bitter , Yet howsoere I love her deare , and yet I cannot get her . But let her chuse , &c. Yet will I hope upon the best , all foolish feares excluding , And at her faithfull service rest , thus here in briefe concluding , With some deare friend to her I le send , a kind and loving letter , And hope in time her love to gaine , and for my Wife to get her . And then I le sing with merry cheere , this Ditty and no other , Whil'st breath doth last , and life be past , I will be a faithfull Lover . FINIS . By Robert Guy . Printed at London for F. Coules .