Worcester City Songtext
von Joseph Taylor

In Worcester City there lived a damsel
Now this tale to you I′ll tell
She by a servant man was courted
Oft times told that he loved her well
He loved him too, but at the distance
She did not seem to be very fond
Now for your pardon, grace, and your constant fairness
I soon will end your sweet tender life
Then a short time after 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


Then quickly he prepared some poison
And 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," says she
"For the liquor that you have lately gave me
It makes me very ill indeed"
As they were walking along together
He then unto her did say
"I gave you poison in your liquor
All for to take your sweet life away"
"And I have drunk of the same, my jewel
I soon will die as well as thee
So in each other's arms let die
Yet young men, beware of jealousy"