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Sparabella	A
The wailings of a maiden I recite	B
A maiden fair that Sparabella hight	B
Such strains ne'er warble in the linnet's throat	C
Nor the gay goldfinch chants so sweet a note	C
No magpie chatter'd nor the painted jay	D
No ox was heard to low nor ass to bray	D
No rustling breezes play'd the leaves among	E
While thus her madrigal the damsel sung	E
A while O D'Urfey lend an ear or twain	F
Nor though in homely guise my verse disdain	F
Whether thou seek'st new kingdoms in the sun	G
Whether thy muse does at Newmarket run	G
Or does with gossips at a feast regale	A
And heighten her conceits with sack and ale	A
Or else at wakes with Joan and Hodge rejoice	H
Where D'Urfey's lyrics swell in every voice	H
Yet suffer me thou bard of wondrous meed	C
Amid thy bays to weave this rural weed	C
Now the sun drove adown the western road	C
And oxen laid at rest forget the goad	C
The clown fatigu'd trudg'd homeward with his spade	C
Across the meadows stretch'd the lengthen'd shade	C
When Sparabella pensive and forlorn	I
Alike with yearning love and labour worn	I
Lean'd on her rake and straight with doleful guise	J
Did this said plaint in moanful notes devise	J
Come night as dark as pitch surround my head	C
From Sparabella Bumkinet is fled	C
The ribbon that his valorous cudgel won	G
Last Sunday happier Clumsillis put on	K
Sure if he'd eyes but love they say has none	G
I whilom by that ribbon had been known	L
Ah well a day I'm shent with baneful aid	C
'Tis hard so true a damsel dies a maid '	M
Shall heavy Clumsillis with me compare	N
View this ye lovers and like me despair	N
Her blubber'd lip by smutty pipes is worn	I
And in her breath tobacco whiffs are born	I
The cleanly cheese press she could never turn	O
Her awkward fist did ne'er employ the churn	O
If e'er she brew'd the drink would straight go sour	P
Before it ever felt the thunder's power	P
No huswifry the dowdy creature knew	Q
To sum up all her tongue confess'd the shrew	P
'My plaint ye lasses with this burthen aid	C
'Tis hard so true a damsel dies a maid '	M
I've often seen my visage in yon lake	R
Nor are my features of the homeliest make	R
Though Clumsillis may boast a whiter dye	S
Yet the black sloe turns in my rolling eye	S
And fairest blossoms drop with every blast	C
But the brown beauty will like the hollies last	C
Her wan complexion's like the wither'd leek	T
While Catherine pears adorn my ruddy cheek	T
Yet she alas the witless lout hath won	G
And by her gain poor Sparabella's undone	G
Let hares and hounds in coupling straps unite	C
The clocking hen make friendship with the kite	C
Let the fox simply wear the nuptial noose	U
And join in wedlock with the wadling goose	U
For love hath brought a stranger thing to pass	V
The fairest shepherd weds the foulest lass	V
'My plaint ye lasses with this burthen aid	C
'Tis hard so true a damsel dies a maid '	M
Ah didst thou know what proffers I withstood	C
When late I met the squire in yonder wood	C
To me he sped regardless of his game	W
While all my cheek was glowing red with shame	W
My lip he kiss'd and prais'd my healthful look	X
Then from his purse of silk a guinea took	X
Into my hand he forc'd the tempting gold	C
While I with modest struggling broke his hold	C
He swore that Dick in livery stripp'd with lace	Y
Should wed me soon to keep me from disgrace	Y
But I nor footman priz'd nor golden fee	Z
For what is lace or gold compar'd to thee	Z
'My plaint ye lasses with this burthen aid	C
'Tis hard so true a damsel dies a maid '	M
Now plain I ken whence love his rise begun	G
Sure he was born some bloody butcher's son	G
Bred up in shambles where our younglings slain	F
Erst taught him mischief and to sport with pain	F
The father only silly sheep annoys	A2
The son the sillier shepherdess destroys	A2
Does son or father greater mischief do	Q
The sire is cruel so the son is too	Q
'My plaint ye lasses with this burthen aid	C
'Tis hard so true a damsel dies a maid '	M
Farewell ye woods ye meads ye streams that flow	A
A sudden death shall rid me of my woe	A
This penknife keen my windpipe shall divide	C
What shall I fall as squeaking pigs have died	C
No to some tree this carcase I'll suspend	C
But worrying curs find such untimely end	C
I'll speed me to the pond where the high stool	A
On the long plank hangs o'er the muddy pool	A
That stool the dread of every scolding quean	F
Yet sure a lover should not die so mean	F
There plac'd aloft I'll rave and rail by fits	B2
Though all the parish say I've lost my wits	B2
And thence if courage holds myself I'll throw	A
And quench my passion in the lake below	A
'Ye lasses cease your burthen cease to moan	F
And by my case forewarn'd go mind your own '	M
The sun was set the night came on apace	Y
And falling dews bewet around the place	Y
The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings	C2
And the hoarse owl his woful dirges sings	C2
The prudent maiden deems it now too late	C
And till to morrow comes defers her fate	C

John Gay

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