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The OXFORDSHIRE TRAGEDY.
PART I
YOUNG Virgins fair of beauty bright,
and you that are of Cupid's fold,
Unto my tragedy draw near,
for it's as true as e'er was told.
In Oxford liv'd a Lady fair,
the Daughter of a worthy Knight;
A Gentleman that lived near,
was enamour'd with her beauty bright.
Roſanna was this maiden's name,
the flower of fair Oxfordſhire,
This Gentleman a courting came,
begging her for to be his dear.
Her youthful heart to love inclin'd,
young Cupid beat his golden bow,
And left his golden dart behind,
prov'd fair Roſanna's overthrow.
Within the private groves they'd wall,
and valleys where the lambs do play,
Sweet pleaſant tales of love they'd talk,
for to paſs away, the ſummer's day.
My charming lovely Roſe, ſaid he,
ſee how the pleaſant flowers ſpring,
The pretty birds on ev'ry tree,
with melody the groves do ring.
