Merchant's Daughter- Humming Bird Songster. (NY) 1858
[From: The Humming Bird Songster: New York; PJ. Cozans. Publisher, 107 Nassau St., NY. 1858. This is a reprint of the c. 1832 Taylor broadisde, Aa, by George Brown.
R. Matteson 2016]
The Merchant's Daughter- from Humming Bird Songster, (New York) 1858
Its of a merchant's daughter in London town did dwell,
So modest, fair and handsome, her parents loved her well,
She was admired by lord and squire, but all their thoughts was vain,
For there was one, 'twas a farmer's son, young Mary's heart could gain.
Long time young William courted her, and fixed their wedding day,
Their parents all consented, but her brothers both did say,
There lives a lord who pledged his word, and him she shall not shun,
We will betray and then we'll slay her constant farmer's son.
A fair was held not far from town, those brothers went straightway,
And asked young William's company with them to pass the day,
But mark— returning home again, they swore his race was run,
Then with a stake the life did take of the constant farmer's son.
These villains then returning home, oh sister they did say,
Pray think no more of your false love, but let him go his way,
For it's truth we tell, in love he fell, and with some other one,
Therefore we come to tell the same of the constant farmer's son.
As on her pillow Mary laid, she had a dreadful dream,
She dreamt she saw his body lay down by a crystal stream.
Then she arose, put on her clothes, to seek her love did run,
When dead and cold she did behold her constant farmer's son.
The salt tears stood upon his cheeks all mingled with his gore,
She shriek'd in vain to ease her pain, and kissed him ten times o'er,
She gathered green leaves from the trees, to keep him from the sun,
One night and day she pass'd away with the constant farmer's son.
But hunger it came creeping on, poor girl she shrieked with woe,
To try and find his murderer she straightway home did go,
Saying, parents dear you soon shall hear a dreadful deed is done,
In yonder vale lays dead and pale, my constant farmer's son."
Up came her eldest brother and said it is not me,
The same replied the younger one, and swore most bitterly,
But young Mary said, don't turn so red, nor try the laws to shun,
You have done the deed, and you shall bleed for my constant farmer's son.
Those villains soon they owned their guilt and for the same did die,
Young Mary fair, in deep despair, she never ceas'd to cry,
Their parents they did fade away, the glass of life was run,
And Mary cry'd, in sorrow died, for her constant farmer's son.