Worcester City

In Worcester City there lived a damsel
And now the truth to you I'll tell
She by a servant man 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 you convicts and inconstant lovers
I'll pray you lend 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
In to prepare for her overthrow

As she was dancing all with another
Jealousy had 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
"Oh take me home my dear" says she
"For the liquor that you have lately gave me
Has made me very ill in need"

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 from the same empty well
I thought you'd die as well as me"
So when he should have answered "Sigh
And young man beware of jealousy"