THE NEW BALOW:  
OR, A Wenches Lamentation for the loss of her Sweetheart: he having left her with a Babe to play her, being the Fruits of her Folly.  
The Tune is Balow.  

BAlow, my Babe, weep not for me:  
Whose greatest grief's for wronging thee.  
But pity her deserved smart,  
Who can but blame her own kind heart,  
For trusting to a flattering friend;  
The fairest tongue the falsest mind.  
Balow, me babe, etc.   

Balow my Babe, lie still and sleep,  
It grieves me sore to hear thee weep:  
If thou be still I will be glad,  
Thy weeping makes the mother sad:  
Balow, my boy, thy mother's joy,  
Thy father wrought me great annoy.  
Balow, balow, etc.   

First when he came to court my love,  
With sugared words be did me move;  
His flattering and feigned cheer,  
To me that time did not appear.  
But now, I see that cruel be,  
Cares neither foe my babe not me,  
Balow, balow, etc.   

I cannot choose but love him still.  
Although that he bathe done me ill,  
For he hath stolen away my heart,  
And from him it cannot depart:  
In well or woe, where ere he go,  
I'll love him though he be my fo.  
Balow, Balow, etc.   

But peace my comfort, curse not him  
Who now in seas of grief doth swim  
Perhaps of death: for who can tell,  
Whether the judge of heaven or hell,  
By some predestinated death,  
Revenging me, hath stopped his breath.  
Balow, Balow, etc.   

If I were near those fa; ●●l bounds,  
Where he lie groaning in his wounds:  
Repeating as he pants for breath.  
Her name that wounds more deep than death  
O then what women's heart so strong  
Would not forget the greatest wrong.  
Balow, balow, etc.   

If linen lack, for my love's sake,  
Whom once I loved: then would I take  
My smeek even from my body mere,  
And wrap him in that winding sheet,  
Ay me vow happy had I been,  
If he had ne'er he on wrapped therein.  
Balow, balow, etc.   

Balow my babe, space thou thy tears,  
●ntil thou come to wit and years,  
Thy griefs are gathering to a sum,  
Heaven grant thee patience till they come,  
A mother's fault a father's shame,  
A hapless state, a bastard's name.  
Balow, balow, etc.   

Be still my babe, and sleep a while,  
And when thou wakes then sweatly smiles  
But smile not as thy father did  
To cusen maids: O heaven forbid  
And yet into thy Face I see  
Thy father dear which tempted me,  
Balow, balow, etc.   

Balow my babe. O follow not  
His faithless steps who thee begot  
Nor glory in a maid's disgrace,  
For thou art his too much, alace,  
And in the looking eyes read  
Who ever threw my maiden head.  
Balow, balow, etc.   

O if I were a maid again,  
All young men's flatteries I'd refraid:  
Because unto my grief I find,  
That they are faithless and unkind,  
Their tempting terms hath been my harm  
Bear witness babe lies in my arm  
Balow, balow, etc.   

Balow my babe, spare yet thy fears,  
Until thou come to wit and years;  
Perhaps yet thou may come to be,  
A course our by disdaining me:  
Poor me, poor me, alas poor me,  
My own two eyes had blinded me,  
Balow, balow, etc.   

On Love and fortune I complain,  
On them, and on myself also:  
But most of all mine own two eyes  
The chiefest workers of my wo.  
For they have caused so my smart,  
That I must die without a heart,  
Balow, balow, etc.   

Balow my babe, thy Father's dead  
To me the Prodigal hath played:  
Of heaven and earth regardless he  
Presened the wars to me and thee,  
I doubt that now his cursing mind  
Make him eat accorns with the swine  
Balow, balow, etc.   

Farewell, farewel, most faithless youth  
That ever kissed a woman's mouth,  
Let never a woman after me,  
Submit unto the courtesy.  
For if she do, O cruel thou,  
Would wrong them: O who can tell how,  
Balow, balow, etc.   
FINIS