Northern Nanny, 
Or: the loving Lasses lamentation,  
In this same Sonnet she doth plain discover  
The true affection of a saithful Lover,  
Wailing his absence since by fortune cruel  
She was deprived of her dearest Jewel,  
Which may a pattern to all lovers be  
To take example by this maiden free.  Tune of, In January last, &c.  

ON Easter Monday last  
when lads and Lasses play  
As o'er the green I past,  
near non time of the day,  
I heard a pensive Maiden mourn  
tears trickling down amain,  
Quoth she alas why was I born  
to live in mickle pain.   

Why did my love depart  
and leave me hird alone,  
To wail and break my heart  
with making of my moan,  
The marble Rocks with me lament  
sin e I have lost my dea●,  
As if with me they were c●ntent  
to drop a m ra●ul ●ear.   

You Lasses of the ●orth  
come hear me tell my tale,  
Whilst I the praise set forth  
of him for whom I wail,  
Come sit ye down upon this green  
and patiently give ear,  
A true description I will give  
of him I love so dear.   

He hath a pleasant countenance  
and eke a rolling eye,  
sick charms of love ligs in his s●●e,  
will make a maiden die,  
His comely person finely made  
well shap't in every part,  
Wit tempting language to per●wade  
the mo●t obdurate he art.   

 
When first it was my chance  
his person for to view,  
Each luek and smiling glance  
my love it would renew:  
I thought myself the happiest lass  
when I his love did win,  
For all the treasure of the earth  
I valued not a pin.   

True love on either side  
Did in our hearts take place,  
But this our joy and happiness  
did last but little space:  
For fortune she was always blind  
and crosses lovers true,  
And that's the reason that I find  
I now have cause to rue.   

Our Daddys and our Mammys beath  
to us did cruel prove,  
And would not let us wedded be  
but sought to break our love,  
Which made my love and I lament  
things falling out so across,  
So that for travail he was bent  
which grieves me for his loss.   

To across the Seas he now is gone  
his sorrows to assuage,  
And left poor harmless me alone  
in this my tender age,  
My love sick heart is filled with woe  
which causeth me to mourn,  
O whither shall poor Nanny go  
until my love return.   

In mans attire I'll venture  
to find my love again,  
Amongst the strangers I will go  
through Holland, France, and Spain,  
No hardship shall a burden be  
my chance I'll never rue  
To set my love at liberty  
my fancy I'll pursue.   

Or in some noble man of war  
as Cabbin-Boy I'll go,  
To find my love in countrys far  
to ease me of my woe,  
Was ever harmless lass so crost  
and so with love perplexed.  
For fear my Johnny should be lost  
I am so grieved and vexed.   

My fathers frown I will not fear  
nor mothers anger mind,  
Since they have made me lose my dear  
by being so unkind,  
If they had granted their consent  
how happy had we been,  
To pass the time in merriment  
amongst the leaves so green.   

But now alas it is too late  
and all my hope is vain,  
My sorrow it will not abate  
till he return again,  
unless I f om my love do hear  
within a little space,  
Through deserts wild my course I'll steer  
to find a resting place.    

London Printed for F. coals. T. Vere. J. Wright. and J. clerk.