A PEPYSIAN GARLAND - online book

Black-letter Broadside Ballads Of The years 1595-1639

	NO NATURAL MOTHER To this bad thought of mine The Deuill did incline, To any ill designe, he lends assistance. 7   Not long before my date was expir'd, was expir'd, To dwell it was my fate, in a good seruice, With people of good note, All thereabout doe know't, Where this foule fact I wrought, to my destruction. 8   When the full time drew nigh, woe is me, woe is me, Of my deliuery, unhappy labour, Into the yard I ran, Where sudden pangs began, There was no woman than, neere to assist me. 9    With little pain or smart, strange to think, strange to think I with my child did part poore harmelesse Infant, Being where none me saw, Quite against natures law, I hid it in the straw, where it was smother'd. io Then in againe I went, speedily, speedily, Hoping thus to preuent any suspition, 427