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HE woman who disguises herself as a man, sometimes from military ardour, sometimes under the influence of a gentler passion, is a familiar figure in literature. In the following ballad the nameless Lass of Rye makes but a poor figure by the side of Rosalind or Viola, but she has a certain rustic charm of her own. The adventures of the " True Maid of the South " and her lover, the " Pride of Leicestershire," were printed in ballad form about 1630, and are here reproduced, with the omission of two verses, unessential to the story, which, whilst not offending the ears of the "liberal shepherds" of a bygone generation, might now be deemed objectionable.
THE TRUE MAYBE OF THE SOUTH,
or,
A rare example of a Maide dwelling at Rie, in Sussex, who, for the love of a young man of Lester-shire, went beyond the Sea in the habit of a Page, and after to their hearts content, were both marryed at Magrum, in Germany, and now dwelling at Rye aforesaid. |
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