Worcester City - Eliza Carthy

In Worcester City there lived a damsel

And now the truth to you I’ll tell;

She by her servantman was courted

Who often told her he loved her well

She loved him true, but at a distance;

He did not think to be very fond

«Now for your convict and in constant lovers

I pray you’ll end your sweet tender love.»

By a young master, this fair young damsel

Was invited to a ball, you know

This wicked young man he followed after

And soon prepared for her overthrow

As she was dancing all with another

Jealousy it filled his mind;

Then to destroy his own true lover

This wicked young man he was inclined

Oh, quickly he prepared some poison

He mixed it with a glass of wine

And gave it to his own true lover;

She drank it with a most fearful mind

A little after this fair young damsel

«Now take me home, my dear,» said she

«For the liquor that you have lately gave me

Has made me very ill indeed.»

As they was walking along together

He then unto her did say

«I gave you poison all in your liquor

All for to take your sweet life away.»

«And I have drunk of the same, my jewel

I hope to die as well as thee.»

So in each other’s arms they died;

And young men, beware of jealousy